The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, December 26, 1897, Page 26

26 THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL, SUNDAY, DECEMBER 26, 1897. CRUISE | OF THE | CALIFORNTA. s once out in thed e: about to as of his cre end went exact condition had received was nothing red about the worst badly disabled before he to kill any tellows on our decks,” said d, looking about as the crew were clearing away the signs of the n’t muss things up very innie, who was standing more | everybody | | died out and the air t near by, “and I think we could go through r one just like it and not bot ;=i “But we don't want to fight,” replied Mr. Ostend. “Still if we have to—well | I know 1 can depend on you boys now lesson, | “I don’t s hot water nooth as glass. It was a pe ternoon, and the gen- tle roll of the lo waves had a st soothing effect on all on board. The monoto thump of the en s was really a pleasant sound after the rat- tle of firearms that had so long been ringin, in everybody’'s ears. The yacht rolled off the mi at her high- est speed, “It won't t us long to get to the mouth of the river and rescue that young fellow at this rate,” said Bin- looked at Mr. Ostend. I think,” Mr. Ostend replied as he stra S eyes on the south- ern hori Then he paced the deck nervously and looked at the sky. Not a cloud w t. 3 t me my gla he called to a sailor. After it was given to him he looked steadily at the horizon. Bin- nie did the same, but could see noth- ing. The yacht was rolling along at her prettiest, churning the shining blue waters behind her into a line of foam. “All hands on deck,” Mr. Ostend yelled suddenly as he rushed to the pilot-house and put the wheel down hard. “Make everything snug and carry all that loose stuff below. Quick, now.” Binnie looked about in surprise. 1 ed the yacht was gliding | There was not a sign of danger, Only '.I' il | the clear blue sky and the peaceful wate; velled; “it will be down on us in a moment.” Seeing Binnie's look of sur- prise he added: “There, look; don’t you see that over there! Come in here, quick!” Binnie hastily got into the pilot- house and closed the door, but not a moment too soon. Almost as quick as thought the clear, blue sky became overcast, and out on the horizon could | be seen a line of foam. 3ehind it was a dense black cloud, with lightning playing through it. Then the breez: ame dead and stifling. A copper-color over the face of nature was awful to look upon. “What's going to happen?” whis- pered Binnie, more frightened than he had beén in the lhirlf of the fight with the savages. “A typhoon is coming,” Mr. Ostend answered. “It looks like a twister, too.” The California’s nose was now point- ed directly at the black cloud and the line of foam that every moment drew nearer. “Hold on, now,” Mr. Ostend called to Binnie. “Here it is.” At that moment the yachi sZémed to suddenly leap into the air. Then she came down with a thump and disap- (!1' oc? . ’ i ghten those hatches,” Mr. Ostend | and the sea | ¥ ( /. Nl //7/(((//,, % - il N : (/’ peared in a sea of foam. In an instant all was a scene of com- motion and terror. The yacht pitched about like a cork. On all sides the ocean looked like a field of snow. | Lightning flashed and thunder rolled. i Then the wind and rain came, and then | the hail. It beat against the glass of | the pilot-house and threatened to | break in the windows. Two or three | waterspouts came - dangerously near, | but fortunately passed the yacht. The | roaring of the surf was like the boom- ing of distant cannon. The fury of the | typhoon lasted not more than five min- | utes, and then the rain came down in | torrents. The yacht settled down into RESCUE OF NED. e came on the decks. This going to last all night,” said Mr. Ostend. “We'll have to get out the sea-anchors or I am afraid our boat will drift back on the reef.” Sea-anchors are mushroom shaped and made of steel. They are let out at the end of several fathoms of cable, but are not expected to touch bottom. Strange as it may seem, they will hold | a large vessel out in deep water almost | as firmly as if she were fast to a rock. It was while Ned was watching the operation of casting these anchors that he nearly lost his life. The sea was running mountains high and al- though the yacht was riding well she moment poked her nose under at a W= THE BUMPKINS CELEBRATE THE ARRIVAL OF NEW YEAR’S DAY. | it was not expected. Poor Ned was ‘caught by a huge wave and in an instant carried overboard. But he | was a good swimmer and as the life- boat was quickly lowered he was soon picked up. It was a dangerous job, | though, and it took the boys an hour to get back to the California, where Ned was soon tucked in bed. All ex- cept the watch soon followed. The storm kept up until noon of the next day. All through the night the | yacht had pitched and rolled, but never | strained a bolt. When the air was again calm «n ex- | amination showed that the rigging had | suffered considerably. One of the top- d glow spread | a steady roll, and only an occasional | masts had been carried away and a | couple of sails blown to ribbons. Ropes were broken in all directions. This made it necessary to put in somewhere for repairs. But whare? After a consultation it was decided to | 8o back to the lagoon, as it was the nearest place, and the safest in case another storm should come up while the repairs were being made. Mr. Ostend had calculated that he would not see any more of the sav- ages. He thought that they had been taught a lesson and would have a wholesome fear of the Californian. But he was slightly mistaken in his calcu- lations. The course of the yacht was changed and just at dusk the reef could be seen on the distant horizon. Later in the evening, when the yacht came up near, lights on shore told that the savages were still there in large numbers. All lights on the yacht were then put out and an anchorage made just outside the entrance to the lagoon. “We’'ll teach those savages a lesson this time,” said Mr. Ostend. D. H. W. (To be Continued.) A HOSPITAL FOR DOLLS. One of the strangest hosplitals in all the world is away back East in St. Louis. It is in a quiet part of town, and is entirely devoted to curing dolls of all the ills that doll flesh is heir too. Of course whenever there is any- i thing the matter with a doll the boys say /‘she is broken,” but the little mamma knows better than that. She can tell at a glance when there is a touch of rheumatism, and knows the first sign of a cold. Some of these cases can be treated by mamma, but when they are too much for her she has only to take them to the hospital. So that there will be no trouble about finding the place, there is a sign out in front that reads: goocooooooooooooooooaoco% S DOLL SANITARIUM S o ——— o g Treatments g 5 Twenty-five Cents to $1. = o o ©00000000000000000000000 O The greatest number of cases at this hospital are surgical cases. Where there is one case of rheumatism of the knee there are a dozen of fractured skull. In fact, this seems to be the commonest trouble with dolls, and in a large number of cases proves fatal. A great many have eye troubles, but these can be easily cured. Cold and damp .feet cause a stiffness of joints in a good many, and to cure this hot applications are all that is needed. Those dolls which have rheumatism and fall apart are the most aristocratic of their kind. Common stuffed dolls and even the dainty kid ones that are stuffed with wool never come apart so. The secret lies in the way the dolls are put together, the “stringing” as it is called. Very fine dolls, which bend every joint, are generally made of papier mache, and the arms, legs and body are hollow. Round rubber cords, technically called “page cords,” fur- nish synoval fluid for the joints. EI- bows and knees are made of round, hollow balls. Inside the lower and the upper portion of each arm and leg is a large brass hook. The page cord is attached to this hook, passed through the shoulders and down again. In the best makes this is all done with one piece of cord. If a doll is fitt:d up like this it can bend every limb, up and down, back and forth, in 'more ways than a human being can do. It is a most melancholy sight to pass through the doll hospital. In these days, when dolls are made in exact imitation of human beings, it is quite shocking to see one poor creature with a gaping hole in its head, another with its knees and elbows dropped out and some with only one eye. But even worse than this is the operating-room, where pieces of limbs, long rubber nerves and hollow, légless bodies lie about like unfinished bits of sculpture. Glittering glass eyes stare from dark corners and amputated heads are scattered around. But when the work is all done and | the doctor’s fee is paid no one but the little girl knows the joy it is to get back again the “same old dolly,” which can wear all the clothes that it has had for years, sleep in the same ifftle bed and stand up in the same doll-house, RIDING BEHIND A SKITTISH . ZULU. A Jinrikisha ride in Japan or India affords to the traveler an interesting mode of progress; but a jinrikisha ride in Natal apparently offers exhilarating possibilities to itself. Mr. Poultney Bigelow gives, in a recent article, an account of his experience behind a live- ly Zulu man-steed, whom he selected, from among a crowd of applicants. “The start,” he says,“was made un- | der circumstances calculated to flatter the personal vanity of a field marshal. There was a chorus of sympathetic gurgles and clicks from the jinrikisha colleagues of my Zulu, who shook his worsted mane and pawed the earth with that proud and indecisive osten- tation characteristic of the warlike charger. “It would not do to move forward like a common workaday vehicle, so my Zulu tinkled his little bell, sprang skittishly up and down, tossed his mane, and made a few feints as if to ram his surrounding colleagues, who made respectful way for him, and evi- dently recognized in his childlike gam- bols a certain professional masterliness that went directly to the African heart. “We were at length on the way, my Zulu giving every now and then huge bounds into the air to see how near he could come to throwing me backward out of the jinrikisha. I had recently traveled over the prairies of Basuto- «What did 1 get for Christmas?”’ Said Marjory, ‘“Don’t you know ? Why, a doll with the latest Paris frocks, A little watch and a music-Dox, Bonbons plenty, a turquoise pmA, Books and games and a mandolin, ’“’)ii”»ii’i“i’i)bii??i?i"?iiii)% TWO PLAYMATES. That’s all 1 got for Kate turned to hide For a darling baby To wash, and dress, PRPPR PRSP PRR VPRV VPP PRV PV RRPIVRIRP P RP PR BRI PR R PR PP A lucky heart and chain and—Oh, “ What did you get for Christmas?"’ Just ready to fall as Marjory’s list Recalled the gifts she had always missed, Yet bravely she answered, “Just a few Little things only, but love came, too, For Santa brought to us this year A baby, just for Christmas.” “So that’s what you got for Christmas?’’ (And Marjory’s eyes were wide) “Why, I'd give ten dollies with Paris frocks Why didn’t old Santa bring one here?”’ So both were happy to claim with pride What the other wished for Christmas. Christmas.” a tear with curly locks , and kiss—Oh, dear, AL PARAAGALLASAALEALAALAAARAASAALSAAAARBANEEASABABRAR ELLA M. SEXTON. QGQQQQQQQQ(Q\!Q(QQQQQQ\QQQQQQ-&QQQQQQQQQQQQQQ& land, so that on this occasion he was disappointed. ‘“Whenever he saw a man or woman of his own color, however far ahead or remote from his line of' country, he made a nice calculation as to his chances of running over these subjects of Queen Victoria. There was no ma- lice in my Zulu’s nature. When he was so fortunate as to graze his tar- get, he laughed and gurgled and kick- ed his heels in the air. Had he struck the bull’s eye, his joy would have been too great for utterance.” Mr. Bigelow found his ride so en- joyable that it did not occur to him to be vexed with his ingenious steed when, at the summit of a hill crowned with villas outside of the city, he learned that he had been borne two or three miles in the wrong direction. The Zulu did not mind, either; he started gayly off the other way, and kept going until they arrived at the beach, when the little obstacle .of an ocean stopped farther progress. A new series of jolly grins and clucks from the jinrikisha man, and away they went, back to town again; and after getting there, away again about and through the town, here, there and ev- erywhere, as the prancing Zulu felt in- clined to gallop, quite without regard to his passenger’s destination. When at length the Inevitable halt came, “I had traveled,” said Mr. Bige- low, “twenty-one miles in my morn- ing’s jinrikisha ride, although the house I was seeking was less than half a mile from the club where I had spent the night!”—Youth’s Compan- ion. OUR CORRESPONDENTS. MABEL VOICIN too late to be used. though. ELLA THORNTOX published later. ETHEL M. FERGUSON—Your poem was too long to be used in the Christmas edition. REINHOLD RICHTER—Your solution of the comic drawing lesson was very clever and absolutely correct. You have quite discouraged Brunstrup, the artist, of trying to puzzle you. 2T—Your poem came It was very good, —Your story will be CATS SHARE A DINNER WITH A RAT Three charitable cats shared their charitably inclined cats shared their dinner with a rat a few days ago. This is probably the first time on record | seemed to be humbly begging for food. | Kitty answered with a soft mew and, | without any further parley, the rat | fell to and helped himself plentifully. where cats and rats have come to- gether without the rat forming a part of the menu, and the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Something or other should reward these benevolently inclined pussies. The family consists of a mother and her two sons—Edward the First and Sir Philip. The felines live at 820 Ellis street, and belong to Miss Irene A. Gore, who is exceedingly proud of the behavior of her pets. The other day she took their food to them and started to go into the house, when her attention was arrested by the sight of a large and | portly rat emerging from a hole near the fence. She stepped back out of sight and watched. This is what she saw: Master Rodent, after surveying the land, limped painfully to where the kittens were feasting. He must have been desperately hungry, for he ad- vanced to the plate and gazed long- ingly at its contents. Finally, as though he could stand it no longer, he cheeped something in an apologetic | sort of way and attracted the mother cat’s attention. He repeated his little “cheep,” and From time to time the kittens—not very much larger than their strange visitor—turned and eyed him. “He's a strange kind of kitten,” they seemed to be saying. “Why, look! He's got no fur on his tail.” Then Sir Philip, more playful than | the other, reached out one dainty little paw to play with that furless tail, but was promptly reprimanded by his mother with a box on the ear. Soon afterward the party broke up, and the lame rat limped away with a bit of food in his mouth. When Kkitty perceived that her mistress was watch- - ing her she stared at her blandly and looked as though she might be saying: “Was that a rat? Dear me, I'd no idea of it—thought he was some speci- men of a kitten that I was not familiar with.” Then she rolled over and called the children for a frolic. Here was “Peace on earth and good will to all men” acted out in the most Christian-like manner, and many are the extra-good tid-bits that find their way to the kittens now. It was only a cat, but its behavior that day de- serves to be emulated by a great many, human beings.