The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1869-01-25
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CHAPTER XNNIX.


occupied with another.
But add 10 that the strange and bit
ter epigran Or was II a mere tOrtult-
Gus C0ucourse of words?
She was startled, amazed, ConfOund-
ed, puzzled. And, ere she could recov-
er her compcsurc, Hazel was back 10
his problem again: but no longer with
the same energy.
He said in faint and sleepy voice
E'ue makeih the wind His messengers,
and flames OF fire His Minister'S All
if | could do that! Well, why not?
can do anything she bids me-
Gr;rculus esuriens cnIum jusseris iblt."
And soon after this doughty declaration
he dCZed of, and forgot all his trouble
for Il while.
The sun rose, and still he slept, and
Helen watched him with undisguised
tenderness in her face; undlsguised
now that he could not see 1t.
Ere long she had companions In her
care, POntO came out of his den, and
shifted about the boat and then began
to scratch it, and Whimper for his friend.
Tommy swan out of the sea, came to
the boat, discovered, Heaven knows
how, that his friend was there, and, in
the way of noises, did everything but
speak. The ea-birds followed and tlut-
tered here and there In an erratic way,
with now and then peck at each other.
All animated nature seemed to be I'M
easy mt this eclipse of their Hazel.
Al last Tommy raised himself quite
perpendicular, in q vain endeavOr to
look into the boat, and invented n
whine in the minor key, which tells on
dogs: it sent Ponto off in n moment; he
sat upon his tail. and delivered long
and most dePlorable howl.
"EVerytnipg loves him." thought
Helen.
With Ponto's music Hazel awoke,
and found her watching him, with
tears in her eyes; he said softly: miss
Rolleston! There Is nothing the mat
ter, hope. Why am not. up getting
thing for your breakfast"
"Denr friend" said she, "why you
are not doing things for me and forget
ting yourself, is because you have been
very i'll. And am your nurse. Now
tell me what shall get you. Is there
nothing you could fancy?"
No; lie had no appetite; she was not
to trouble about him. And then he
tried to get up; but that gave him such
a pain in his Joins, he was fain to lie
down again. So then he felt that he
had got rheumatic fever. lie told her
so; but seeing her sweet anxious face,
begged her not to he alarmed, he knew
what to take for it. Would she be kind
enough to go to his arsenal and fetch
some specimens of bark she would find
there, and also the keg of rum.
She flew at the word, and soon made
him an infusion of the barks in boiling
water; to which the rum was added.
His sweet nurse administered this
from time to time. The barks used were
of the cassia-tree, and a wild citron-
Tree. CinchOna did not exist in this
island, unfortunately. Perhaps there
WAS no soil for il at Il sufficient elevation
above the sea.
Nevertheless with these inferior barks
they held the fever i'll check. But the
pain was obstinate, and cost Helen
many Il sigh; tor if she came softly, she
could often hear him moan; and the
moment he heard her foot, he set-tO and
whis,!pd. for Il blind; with what success
NAV be imagined. She would have
bought those pains, or portion ofthemi
nv, and paid Il heavy price for them.
But pain, like everything, intermits,
and in those blessed intervals his mind
Was more active than ever, and ran a
grpnt deal upon what lie called the
E}ht she, who had set it him, gave him
little encouragement now to puzzle over
it.
The following may serve az II speci-
mon of their conversation on that head.
"Thc air of this island" said he,
"gives one sort of vague sense of men,
tai power. 1t leads to no result in my
case: still, it is au agreeable sensation
to have il floating across my mind that
some day shall solve the Great Prob
lem. All! i'll was only an inventor"
And so you are"
"No, DC, ;" said Hazel, diSclaiming as
earnestly as some people claim; IL do
things that look like acts of invention,
but they were acts of memory. l could
show YOU plates and enErAVinEs of all
the things l have seemed to invent. a
man who studies books instead OF
skimminE them, can cut dash in
desert island, until the fatal word goes
Corth,-iuvenI; and then you find him
out"
~ am sure / wish I had never said
the fatal word. You will! never get
we'll if you puzzle your brain over I'M
possibilities"
"Impossi bilities! But is not that
begging the question? The measure OF
Representatives, is lost in the present age
| propose test. Let US go back a CEN
tury, and suppose that three problems
were laid before the men OF that day,
and they were asked to decide which is
the most impossible: LIST, to dinuse in
telligence from a fixed island over Il
hundred leagues of water: I'd, to make
the sun take in thirty seconds likeness.
es more exact than any pOrtralt-pAlnt
er ever took, -likenesses that can be
sold for shilling at fifty per cent profit:
I'd. for New York and London TO ex-
change words by wire so much faster
than the earth can turn, that London
shall tell New York ut ten on Monday
morning what was the price Of consols
nj two o'clock Monday aiternOOOn."
THAT is II story" said Helen, with
look of angelic reproach.
II accept that reply" said Hazel.
| GAS for me, have got smattering OIL
so many subjects; all full OF incredible
| truths, that my faith in the impossible
itv of anything is gone. All! If James
Watt was only here instead of John
| HaZel,-James Watt from the Abbey
with a head as big as pumpkin,-h
would not have gone cropping about the
island, writing on rocks, and erecting
signals. No; he would have had some
grand and bold idea worthy OF the pro-
| positions"
"Well, so think ;" said Helen, archly;
'that great mnn with a great head
would have begun by making kite Il
hundred yards high"
would he? Well, he WAS quite
capable of it,"
"Yes, and rubbed it with phosphorus,
and flown it the first tempest, and made
the string fast to-the island itself"
"Well, that is an idea" SAID Hazel,
| staring; rather hYperbOlical, fear
But after all, it is an idea"
cor clse," continued Helen, she
would weave thousand yards of some
light fabric, and make balloons; then
he would stop the pitch-fountain, bore
hole i'll the rock near it, and so get
the gas, ill the balloons, inscribe them
with our sad story and our latitude and
longitude, and send them dying AL
over the Ocean-there'
Hazel was amazed.
II resign my functions to you" said
he. "What Imagination! What inven'