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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Brussels Post, 1894-5-4, Page 2THE DEO V AND HIS DAUGHTER CHAPTER L When I leolt,baok et the earlier days of trey life, I wonder wiryy I did not follow the eZainple of Beinpfyide elooro Carew, and Fun away with tee gypsioe, Many of them Dante tht'cdgh"am' pariah on their way Deokwards and forwards between thesouth, wand Rammer and Dartmoer in the north, Useulkton Was 1 think, the meet mleereble village to all North Devon. For mike end miles there was not a hedge—nothing but heavy, epee, stone walls. The river ran through the parish, and there was a mill, of °eerso, and a mill -dam with trout in it, which used to He ruder the shadow of the old atone bridge ; you could lean on the Wart and watch there hanging lazily about the strewn, each in its own especial gook. sly father was the V tear of Oesuleton, and 1. was hie only ohild. The Vicarage was a stone house of eight rooms, roofed with atone roughly chipped into heavy slabs. We kept a couple of owe, eonse pigs, and of course poultry and clucks. I need soaroaly say we had an orchard, but the trees had not been grafted for years, and worn long past their prime, We burned wood end turf—being many miles from the nearest railway station, and oven from the canal. Our roof was thickly covered with yellow ,Audromeda, chained up by her hands to' the reek, was not mere helpless, But eho 1(141 a chance which I had not, At any moment the sea imitator might put in an appearance and devour her, I had no prospect of any moll sharp, sudden and merciful end to my euffeiiugs, There I was—ohained, Twenty years from now I should be an old woman. And the twenty years showed no hope, prospect, or even abeam of release. 1t was horrible. One day there owe ti break la (hie terrible monotony My father received a. letter whiob evidently puzzled him, It could not have been a County Ceurt sum - mono, for he antieipated those and knew their oontente betoi•e their arrival. Neither was itan offer of preferment, in which can he would have at ones ,redo his way to Pentridge, the nearest railway station, and leave done extravagaut things in telegraphy; perhaps even have borrowed a couple of pounds, on the strength of the good news, from the landlord of the "Boll Hotel" at Pentridge, and so hove hurried up to London, by way of taking time by the forelook, and making assurance doubly sure, Evidently it way Ione of those things, Equally clear wan it that it meant some thing, and as the somethiug in question could not possibly be for rho worse, I was stonecrop, houeeleek, and other Beth content to wait. parasitic plants. In the garden my fa - '1:1141, afteruoon, my father, et an earlier ,her allowed old gooseberry and currant hour than usual, betook iiimaelf to the areos to amt to waste, and there were a few room which he called his study. Let me wall•flowets. Onue or twice a year my ave the inventor of this apartment. lather went to Exeter, eornirg back with There were severalbattered volumes of cfotlies for himself, a supply of tobacco and Bonn's Translations of the Classics ; Chore unities and rough stuffs, flannel, oalico,print, were some odd volumes of South, Barrow and serge, Co be made into garments for his anti Tillotson There was Stanley's "Sinai daughter, He used to bring back some Yeady.matie boots and a few other domestic necessaries, not to be procured et the village shop. Of myself, and my education, with the exception of Greek and Latin which he taught me more or lees thoroughly, and of anything that might conoern me, he took no heed whatever. Except that I had to go to church twice on Sundays, 1 was ee little looked after as an Exmoor colt. I was happy, however, in my own way. For I could not oven remember the loss of my mother, and there was nobody to care or trouble where I went or what I did When I was six years old, I recollect that I used to steal the fresh eggs early in the morning, make little holes in them wibh a pin, suck out the contents, and carefully pulverize and bury the shells. My father often wondered why hie hens did not lay as regularly as they ought to have done, but he never seemed to trouble himself as to how I got any breakfast, or, indeed, whether I got any breakfast at all. In summer there were apples and plums. After dinner 1: could forage for myself in the kitchen, for my father dined alone. Sometimes I did not see him for several days together. When hie own dinner was over, lie used to sit in an armchair in his room, smoke a long clay pipe and drink . spirits and water, When he had enough tobacco and enough spirits, he used to go to bed. Hiagreat occasions were when a neigh- bouring farmer asked him to dinner. ale always accepted such invitations. " We must be ail things to ell men," he used to say solemnly. I fancy he gave this precept a somewhat liberal interpretation, for I know now that the peculiar condition in whi3h he ivied to return home was due to strong waters, and that his late hours elle next morning, with his anxiety for dry toast and weak tea, had the same explana• ion. I have since heard that he was a disap• pointed mat. He ought to have taken high honors at his university, but instead of that he somehow failed to take a good de- gree. He ought to have had a Fellowship and a College living, but Iia claims were passed over. As he got on in life, or rath- er in years, his friends persistently gave him the cold shoulder. The livings he heti been positively promised, and which had been given to other men, were more mutter - ma than the number of pounds in bis own wretched stipend. He once in desperation thought of writing a book on antiquities, county history, and natural history of Devonehire, but he never gob further than ordering several reams of foolscap and a big jar of ink, for both of which he was ultimately sued in the County Coact, when an order was made against frim to liquidate the amount by monthly instal- ments of four shillings each, My father was now perilously close upon six tyyears ofage,buthad apleasant habit of telling everybody that he was somewhere between forty-six and fifty. Age had cer- tainly put a very few traces upon him. Like all selfish Wien he was thoroughly evell preserved, and if he had been a duke, with the medical resources of a duke, and with ducal opportunities for travel, change of climate, and special attention to every min- ute detail of comfort, might, perhepa, have lived on into his tenth decade. With nothing to worry you, and with p'enty of money, it is perfectly possible to trifle with Providence up to an immense age. His own views of life and his arrange - Melds, go far as they cencerued himself, were simple enough, He had his income pa'Vicer and his bit of glebe, which he pru• dentlyletout. During the summer rnonths, when London was empty, he made a clear profit. Some fashionable London preacher would Dome down and take the Vicarage for three months, undertaking ell the re• n onabbilitieeof parochial service, Out of thin temporary transfer my father used to make a comfortable annual sum, In fact Ile farmed his Vicarage, and the enmmer months in which he let his house were the Beason of hie fat kine. Always struggling to make bath ends meet, he somehow contrived to satisfy the problem from his own point of view. For my own part 1 know no more dull, wretnhed, miserable hoing than a stupid man with a few worthless and fourth- rato university credentlalo, on the strength of which ate believes, or has once be- lieved, that he can take the world by storm, My father had forgotten all that he ever knew, if, indeed, he had ever known any- thing nything ; and in the private bar -room of the village inn he was, asI knew perfectly well, the general butt of the company. They eretonded to listen to him, they treated him to whiskey and water; and when the time camp for cloning, he was, in consideration of his position, sent home in charge of the stable -boy. That youth had a very fair alto vein°, in virtue of which he sang in the pariah choir. It was implement to sce him put Inc tongue an his cheek when my awnpPY father stumbled through the words " manifold eine." These werea few of my youthful trials. So the years slipped away until I was twenty. 1 kept no a(00nnt of time ; why ehould I have done so ? There was nothing in the rat, to which Ioould look bank, nor nothing in the future to which 1 could look forward. x(0(10 and rank of his expected visitor, whereat Air. 'hacker put aside filo tobecoo air, and pro.lueed it box of allgere, together with a ohoiue battle of old Hcllattdo. "He had alway311411501f ," said theohttroh' warden, "been a bard working.men who had'. paid Mamma way, every ferthlnf; cf it, and never boon beholden to any bo'1 for any, y Y thing." Tble WAS a home thrust which made 'ny father gulp hie Hollauds at the temporary rich of sulfooation. Mr. Thanker added thatoorl.anen were ecaroe, and he, for hie part, ahouid lilte to see my lather made a Bishop or a Canon at least, "What deer It matter, Mr. St. Aubyn?" he profoundly observed. "Some of us ride to the hounds in, pink, and some in black. Tisn't those who ride in pink that aro always in at the death. Give 015 a man who knows the eouetry. Look there, the Reiland') are your way. It's only April now. Wait tell the hunting season, I shall see you in gaiters long before you'll see me in my old tops. When, you've got the gaiters you nuut .remember an old riend, and let me have u good Cathedral lease. I never like to trouble a friend, especially a gentleman and a reverend ,gentlemen like yourself, and that little wetter of three pound ten lamb Michaelmas may stand over ae long AB you like. Here's my hand upon it," To forego a very doubtfuldebtof seventy shillings for the prospeot, however remote, of an advantageoue lease, is not, as things go, a bad speculation. Evidently Mr. Thacker did not think so; for, as his Vicar left, he preeseda sovereign upon him, with some incoherent remarks about the number of turnpikes upon the road. He must have forgotten, in his excitement, that his reverend visitor had been a foot passenger, and did not live more than half a mild a and Palestine," an okl edition of the Tie go in his waiatooat pooketimparted Encyolopterina Bri i= mica ;" Alford's I elasticity to my father's tread. Hs hummed "Greek Testament," Harold Browne on operatic sire es we walked back. He had been, io Ifs younger days, one of of the leading spirits of a musical club. Hie head wan erect, and his cheat expanded like that of a pouter pigeon. Indeed, hie enthusiasm was poeitively infectious, - and I began to picture myself the proud possessor of a silk dress, a sewing machine, -and a cont pieta set of Tennyson's poems, inaccessible luxuries for which 1 had often 'yearned when sitting alone in the twlight upon the kitchen hearth, knitting mittens and stookings for the winter, and sorely pun• zled over the etookinga in the matter of heel I held a brief council of war that night with Mrs. Peel, our old domestic, in which we rehearsed the household stores, and went into a number of minute economic details. There is an infinite amount of trouble involved in seal small matters as linen, the beat china tea service, and the temporary reproduction of almost forgntteu household treasures that are resting in Lavender and must be furbished up for this special owes sion, But my father did not interfere with us, and so upon the whole we settled mat- ters nlore expeditiously than might have been antioipated. • (TO UN CONTINUED.) the Arctieles, Paley a "Evidences, and a few stray novels in yellow pasteboard; "13archester Towers," "The Last Chron- icles of Bareet; "Dr. Thorne," "Tom Jones," "Peter Simple," and other snoh ecclesiastical and unecolesiastical romances On the mantelpiece was a tobbacco jar, and by it were one or two clay pipes; there was 'a shelf with bottles white and black, most of them empty. On rails against the. walls, (rang in various stages of dilapid- ation, overcoats, leggings and water -proof garments. There was also an old double. barrelled gun, a powder flask, and a shot belt, for my father, being on terms with the surrounding farmers, considered rabbits lawful part of the tithe ot which the State had iniquitously despoiled him. 1 entered this (tenet= eanctorum with. out terror. I was too old for my father to smack me, and there was really nothing else of which I need be in the least degree afraid. But I knew it was his habit to transact important business in the study. Unimportant business, such es the bill of the baker, he used to trannect at the gar- den gate ; and so, when summoned to the study, f knew that there was something more important on hand than the weekly accounts, or the prospects of the potatoe patch, or the precise reasons why the old brown Coohin hen should have left off lay- ing. aying. My father was in an old wooden arm. (their, in which 17e looked almost venerable. It was close to the table, which gave him an appearance of having that very moment abandoned his work. Then must have been in him, at some time et ether, some vague instincts of art, for 11 a pose and the surroundings were really clever. As I opened the door I almost seemed to hear a small bell jingle for the rising of the cur- tain, My parent arranged his necktie, and ran his fingers through his hair ; then 178 twisted his only ring round upon his little finger, bringing the small brilliant diamond held in its claws into prominent play. Then he cleared his throat and began. "Take a seat, Miriam)," ho commenced Thee, when I had obeyed, ,ie proceeded cheerily, and in a tone of asserance,as if he possessed the secrete of the Universe, and it ley with him only to hold up hie little finger and to at once stop leo rotation of the earth upon ate 0.01e. " My dear friend, I inay say my oldest friend, for long years have not diminished an affection which was commenced at Meg - by, continued at Cambridge, end confirm- ed and consolidated in riper life; mny.dear,. friend, I say, Sir Henry Craven, is exhaust- ed by his manifold duties in town, and writes to say that he wants a few days or weeks of entire rest. Of course I have• asked him to share our humble roof; his wealth is enormous, his influenceimmenee: I believe that to marrow lie could get ins made a Bi;hnp ; yon may be sure I shall not lose the chance, and yon must use your wits to Mil me. He is a man of the world, and men of the world are captivated at once by an ingenue, Yoa see, my dear, this place is lonely, desolate, and remote. You have no com- panions of your own age ; you have not these /demeans and innocent enjoyments, which it is the chief sorrow of my life that I am unable to provide for you. And I too," here my father expanded his chest, and assumed an appearance of intense re- sponsibility, " feel myself a laborer in the vineyard whose allotted work- has not yet come to his hand, I am wasting my abili- ties and my time in a small parish, when I ought to be leading public opinion, warn- ing against the errors of the time, and pointing out the true path to take among the many rooks, shoals, gulfs, and quick- sands that beset our age. And so, my dear we trust be praoticah Get the house in order ; get some ammonia and sponge the grease spots out of my Sunday tuft; see that my study is put in order, and make the reoeption-room look as pretty as you can. Juggles, our churchwarden, has a greenhouse, and no do:bt Atrs. Jugging will lend you a few geraniums or calces- tar:as, or something of the kind in pots. And if you have a muslin dross—I believe you have—you had better get it washed and ironed, for you'll have to dine while Sir Harry is here , and you'll want a little blue ribbon round your waist, and some velvet, or something, round your neck, Here is a two•shilling piece, And now pray be as quick as you can, for money in travelling expenses is no object to Sir Henry. He thinks nothing of ten shillings s od good a fly. It i d that the g od (hinge of this world should be so unevenly divided. He may be here very shortly. lIe must on no account find ua unprepared." And herewith my excellent parent stud - led away down the village to visit his senior churchwarden, intimating that he wished to aorompany him. By a singular n on Cm3170 1£ CO It waa a O'clock, and happyt Mr. Meeker, a res teens blacksmith and wheelwright, was just about to dine oaf bacon and broad boils with a treacle doleplintt to follow, The call of the Vicar was positively opportune. 111 father and I stayed to dinner, and after it bo smoked a pipe with Mr. Thacker, over tallith they dleouesed the present average prices of market produce. He elm intimated the PERSONAL POINTERS. Lady Aberdeen's father, the late Lord Tweedmouth, was a most diligent collertor of mediaeval and eighteenth century ob- jects of art. Hie seat in the Highlands, lluieaohan, contains a magnificent collection of all kinds of treasures. Fourteen women, known as the Grey Ladies of London,have dedicated their lives to working among the poor of Blackheath. The population of this district amounts to over 70,000, and the Grey Ladies, so called from the habit they wear, visit thesiek,and try to educate the well. They have one day a week for rest. General Booth, of the Salvation Army, announces his purpose of making a cam- paign of four months' duration in the United States and Canada next fall, He wants the army to raise a fund of $230,- 000 this year to celebrate his "fiftieth year of Christian life," and proposes that en international jubilee congress be held in 1 use the money, next July. He will if 1(0 gets it, to further the work of the armsy W. S. Gilbert describes his method of collaboration with Sullivan. He meets the composer and proposes a subject, which they discuss freely and fully. After the plot is settled, Gilbert writes a fairly long scene and thea is dimmed and altered several' times. Anything that Sullivan thinks unfit for musical treatment is stricken out. After anumber ofconferences Gilbert begins ion earnest, and senile hie libretto to• Sullivan, always keeping an net ahead. Echoes of the great words spoken in the World's Congresses in Chicago are heard in Turkey, whcee the law s01too1 at Con- stantinrple has been closed because of the liberal ideas advanced in the lectures of Ibrahion Hakki Effendi, who was Turkish Conimisetoner t" the Exposition. Ho im- bibed hisdangeroue doctrines intbeeongress• PS, and returned home fiile:l with the spirit of reform. Rut whatever the temporary cheek imposed by the Perte,the young men of Turkey were aroused, and ohenge is inev- itable.. Lord Hannen, the distinguished English judge,whose death wan recently announced, was known as a very stern and strict ruler of his court ; no man dared to take a liberty with him, and he wee never known to bahoax• ed but on one occasion. A juryman, dressed in deep mourning, serious and downcast in expression, stood up and nlaimed exemption from serviue on that day as he was deeply interested in a funeral of a genal"mon at which it was his desire to be present, "O17, certainly," was the courteous reply of the judge, and the sad man went. "My Lord," interposed the clerk as soon as the ex•jury. men had gone, "do you know who that mom ie that you exem ited 1" "No." "He is an undertaker." Murders by Brigands. A EATIAM LAVA 11E110, One of the Last Three $t11'vivora of the Q' � hitr if of the Sts i � .LLunao'ed Dies in New York, A MEDAL WON IN FOUR GREAT FIGHTS, Dismounted 4y is Shell at hale ikrava, Ile Seized a Itiderlees Steed and Gushed on "auto the eloapa of Hell." Tl(e New York World says :—A veteran of the Crimea, it survivor of the glorious (Merge of the Light Brigade at Balaklavae William Hibbert by name, died Saturday morning in his bumble home, at No. 516 Sixth avenue, of pneumonia, after an illness of one week, Mr. Hibbert wee o native of Nottingham, England, and reached his sixtyfifth birthday the day before his death, A telegram from Rome Bays 1—Intelli a Bence reached here on Monday of a terrible minder at Mascari, where the well-known brigand cbiot Delogn murdered his young wife and d man with whom he suspected she had been ucfaithfu', The brigands at Uaini have murdered Signor Merling, a rich man and member of the municipal council, He had advomited active liter for the suppression of the brigand band, 01100IAM I110(50RT, IIE1IO OF DALANLAVA. At the age of twenty, fired with the patriotic fervor that inspired all England at that time, Hibbert enlisted in the Royal Inniskillen Dragoons, serving with them throughout the Crimean oampeign, and being discharged as a corporal at the ex- piration of hie term of enlistment. Ho come to this country over twenty years ego. He was twice married, and loaves a grown-up daughter, Mrs. Fanny Antill, by hie first wife, at Nottingham. His second wife, whom he married in New York ten years ago, survives hint, The funeral tools place on Tuesday, During the Columbian naval demonstra- tion a year ago, Admiral Sir John Hopkins, of the English Navy,on learning that ahero of Baloklava lived in this city, sent a non- commiesioned officer to see Hibbert and in. vita him to visit the British fleet, Hibbert was received in the Admiral's cabin, and was given the freedom ot the flagship. Ills warrant officers were directed to pay him especial attention. Hibbert's last illness was very pathetic, On the day before his death, his birth• day, lie seemed a little better, and sat up in his shabby bed, propped by pillows, His worn eyes were pleased with the bright elrnligilt that had come at last, after days of storm. His mind wandered back over the exciting scenes of hie life and be wee glad to welcome a sympathetic visitor. William Hibbert, «booking weaver, and one of Belaklava's famous Six Hundred, was sixtyflve years old yesterday, and the sun same out to smile down through the window on the poor, pale, trembling old chap, as lie lay waiting for death. All the day long he sat upright, propped with pillows, in his shakily bed. Every now and then he brushed back the dim• heveled hair, long anti white, from hie wan forehead, and mopped away the big drops of perspiration that gathered there, He gazed rented the window, aid did not move for a long time ; then stared about at t110 humble furnishings of the room, et some odd color prints on the wall—prints such as could be bought in any junk -shop for half a dol1'ar—then periling up his lips and shaking his head as though to shake le free of recollections, he said to his visitor : "They couldn't kill me in battle, but I'm about done now. There's a grippin' on me here," and he put his hand to his. throat, " an' I haven't got any pain cn'y I'm so weak, This poeumony killer. they say." Then he struck with a dog least[ a feeble blow at the great red comforter with whieb his wife had covered him, and add. ed "It's too bad, but it's got to comesomo time. It might as welt be now. I never expected to be this old." (LORY 5000 OoSOIIEITY. The plain place which Hibbert tattled home„ the place where he had lain down to die„is the topfloor of a building just below Thirty-first street, in Sixth avenge. For years he had gone upend down the clerk, narrow stairways there, to and from his week, stocking making. He was to the folks who saw hire just a plain, white- beerded old roan, with a keen eye and quiet ways. They never knew that that eye of the old man's had looked through smoke into the belohing mouths of the Russian cannon at Balaklava, and that under his unpretentious old coat he wore the precious medal whioh told he was one of the seventy-four heroes who came back out of that awful charge of the Light Brigade. He never dieplayed the treasure which any soldier inBrftein would give hisarms for. He just went on knitting in Parker's shop on the floor below, and on Saturday eight carrying his earuings,about$20 n week, up to his frugal wife. They used the hall landing for a sort of kitchen, and wash- room and general storehouse, and were pretty comfortable there. Tho only other member of the family was a partioularly zealous prig dog, who always followed close at the old mans heel when he went 0n the street, The prints upon the wail are pie - lures of the famous charge, and yesterday, pointing with his shaky, old finger, he said, I11 e, voice seareely audible : "There, ye see? There's where we was. am in. That's Nolan•—Oa t. Nolan, him n p s brought the message that they had all the row about. History never found out who sent the message for us to charge them guns, but Lucan never sent it, Everybody al- ways thought Raglan sant it to Cardigan ; that was his brobhor•in•law. Oh I” and old Hibbert sighed and shook his head, " was e pity, a sinful, terrible thing. I can remember. It le as plain as if I saw it now, as Nolen rode up and gave bhe order. "Cardigan turned on him and cried; 'Nolan,whosent that order ?' No answer. Theft he asked again 1 ' C4 iso sent that order flub there was no answer. Third 1 time he asked him, and all the answer Nolan made was—he poietin to the breast. works: There's the enemy. Go l "no he daehod on. "Cardigan just threw hack his head and maid, ' Well, here's the last.' for an hour and a half after 1 hat nobody knew what was ha.ppouing 0xespt that he was rennin' right into bell, as the poem Not Necessarily. "All," remarked the man who wean'( minding his own business to the man who was diggingse trench m tree street, " my friend, you Barely earn your living by the sweat of your brow." "I daft knew abonh that," replied the man, as he never stopped his digging, "I sit the same pay whether I sweat er not," The `Cunard Company have declared a dividend for 1508 of two per omit. eaid, 'Throe mike away. It looked like a lifetime journey, and the Wren begat( to fall away ee the shells yelled aa' tore among ua, Every ilio one top led off his ltoree around ale, T thought b W05 goitt' next, The man who expected to come out of that would have been e1a0y. The four 11100saext iso, in trout, behid, and on both tildes were Milled, aid 0,0 1 sparred on alone 1 saw a shell eenih75 straight towards me, straight, straight, (libber(, yo're gone,' said 1, .But I give just one jab. o' the spur into that Mara, sod mho leapt like a shot, She swerved, I should think, a dozen feet, and the ehell took her nigh hind leg. I went tumbling. When I plaited myself up there was a horse without any rider, I got into the saddle, and wont on With the rush, It was terrible," As the old man went on with hie story his pale face took on color, and his wife,. teare in her eyes, came over and eaid, "Please don't let him talk so mob," A nATTLm• ,1OLD OOLLetrt'Y. "13e quiet," said the veteran, "I'll be through in a minute. Well, sir, as I eaid, I spurred this big horse on, tad I passed Capt., Williams. "Hello, Bill,' says he,'whereia that more o yours?' "Gone,' says I, 'A shell struck her. I found this fellow runnin' loose.' "The Captain looked at me and says, 'Bill, if I get book out o' this alive you'll have a special mention for that,' That was the last I saw of him. "Well, when we got up to about three hundred yards of the works, they couldn't train the guns on uo,and we just fought the Russians back an' cut'em down an' spiked the guns. That was what we want for, ye DCA. We all 'had little spikin' mallets," and as he said this the old fellow's hand in- tuitively sought his belt, but there was no mallet there, nothing sari the thiole plaid shawl which was pinned tight about him. "There," he said, after coughing feebly, "there's the picture of the oomin' back. Ye eau see it was awful, only seventy -tour oame out. An' Nolan was the first that had been killed. I saw his body. The ball had out straight through his cheat. That's a good pioture of him up there, a daehin' devil of a chap, an' the wildest Irishman an'the best soldier chat ever lived. An' that otherpioture, that's Cardigan." 0110 01i1050009 MEDAL. Close beside the bed lay the old soldier's waistcoat, He reached out std drew it to him, then tenderly unfastened from the breast of it the heavy silver trophy which told the story of the share he had borne in the struggles of Britain's arms in tate hot, rors of the Crimea. Sebastopol, Inkerman, Alma and lialaklava were the fateful, glorious names upon the silver croeo-bars. The lettering and chasing had worn away with the years that the old man had carried the Queen's emblem next to his heart. But engraved around the edge of the medallion were these words: "Wm. Hibbert, 4th R. I. Dragoons." When he went back to England Hibbert left the army and settled down to the old stocking trade which he had learned as 'prentice. Then he married. After itis wife died he commuted his pension, and, taking what he could get in a lump sum, oame to America, For fifteen years he kept at the steady grind in Parker's shop,payicg his debts promptly, they soy, his word always as good as his bond,living manly, as a man should live who rode behind Wild Nolan and bore away from the bloody ram- parts of Balaklava the brief boon of life and a fame that wall outlast war. I11BBElt'r S nLOE[oOO MEDAL. "Oh, many a man, sir," said the old soldier, "has looked at that badge and passed it by. They didn't know what it meant. But I know. That's all." Hie lips and the weak half•whispering voice trembled, and the tears stood in his fine old blue eyes as he stroked the worn medal softly with one white hand. R000DNITIDN. " When the Virginia regiments were'p here some of the gentlemen caw me when I went into a public -house to get a bit o' beer. An' they saw this on my vest, and they took me and introduced inc to the General, and his name was Lee, and he said it wee the proudest moment of his life w hen he shook hands wi' me ; an' I give him me MAY 4, 1894 likcneee, 0,0' 1(0 /aid as liow every meeting they had they wee always for Navin' that pleeo.epolro about the charge, alt' always after this, w'on it woe evoke, they'd give me three rousin' elteer/, ".Then I wont aboard the Berke, too, and I got to know Admiral Hawkine, 111 • now my likenees, too" --tine old man, with Ms soft Notthttgloerehlre accent, /odd "lahkoese." ;w They wanted me to go beak toEngland, but it's ion tate raow, ,tltere'e only three left of theseventyfour,sir, Ah'm fahncyke,ill be only two before I see you ar�oinn, sir. Thank ye for good wishes, • (tough," The voterau, courtly and gentle, waw ed Isis weak hand in farewell, and the peg dog sprang to the bed and pressed close to Heb.' bert'spallid, seamed old Moo as it fell book upon the pillow, THEY WANT THEIR NETS. Dtutltlrk fishermen Whe iGave tlol. torte Oanadlan 'Waters- and Trouble. A despabcltfrom Dunkirk, N,'4,, says :— At v o olock Saturday night Capt, Driggs and several flohermen left on the tog Puri- tan for Port Colborne, and another del cep, tion left by rail at 9 o'clock. They will try and secure the release of Capt. Holway" and crew of the tug Grace, seized on Satur- day by the Canadian Government tug Dolphin, and endeavor to secure the privi- lege of rmsmg their nets and placing them in Amerioan waters. Dunkirk fishermen have about two and one-half miles of nets in Canadian watore, Yesterday mo rniog four tugs went out to raise them, and they were quiekly driven ,back. Another ate tempt was made last night with the sanlo result. About $3,000 worth altogether of flshormen's property is now on Canadian grounds. Intense excitement prevails here, as the fishing industry of Dunkirlc is at pre- sent employing about 200 men. Should the nets in the Canadian waters be °anti seat- ed, it will be a blow which will kuook out at least seven boats of the fleet. More Underground Roads in London The new underground railway, which is to relieve the street traffic both in the City and the West End, is to be worked upon a novel principle, whioh will offer every facia. icy for quick journeying along the route of the line. The tunnel is to be made deep down into the earth, far below rho deepest vaults—practically in no men's soil, where "rights" do pot penetrate. The trains are to be reached from above by lifts constant- ly working, and there will be no delay in taking tickets and having them olipped. 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