Weekly Trinity journal., 1874-03-28
THE VALUE OF LIFE,

itself, if you wait long enough. The So
luton can be fastened somewhat by late
suppers and whisky, but it will come to
all sooner or later, without those or any
other aids. Wise as Abou was, it never
occurred to him that if there be future
he would know it in time; and if there
should not be one, the matter would not
bother him much. In dwelling on this
subject the summit of Abous physical
structure was not horizontal But all
great men have their weaknesses. The
writer hereof presumes that critical ex-
animation of himself would show some
triAing faults.
But Abou's dream of an entirely quiet
day was not TO be realized. He was Just
smoking his second pipe, when young
man, whose intellectual face was spread
over with deep concern, appeared to him.
"What would st thou with mel" said
Abou, haughtily. "Speok, man, spoakw
Mighty Abou, l need thy help.
am dying, Egypt, dying. l have a cough
which is tearing me to pieces, and have
also dyspepsia, liver complaint, with a
few other diseases too tedious to mention
and they are all growing worse daily"
Hast thou tried the regular physi-
clan ?"
81 have"
"The irregulars?"
"Verily."
1.-THE patent medcinos?"
"All Of them"
"The retired physicians whose sands
Of life have nearly run out?"
Yes"
"Then go home in peace. Ifyou have
tried all those and still live, L know of
nothing that can kill YOU"
"But, mighty Abou, am dying ncv-
ertheless."
"Well, why not die, then, without
bothcring me? | am no balm in Glead,
nor am | a healing balsam. Ihave pow
or, it is true"
Mighty Abou, l know you have, and
that power exert for me. l care not to
live for myself, but for my fellows. /
am the leading man in my native village.
l edit the weekly paper-I am mayor
| run the church and am president Of the
school board. If should die New Ath-
ems would go as straight to ruin as pig
con could fly. 1t would not survive me-"
Abou had him now. He had an op-
portunity to moralize, and in good square
moraizing Abou was equaled by few and
eXcelled by none. 1t was his best hold,
and he never missed an opportunity. SO
he lighted fresh pipe and went for the
young man.
"My young friend, you fancy that
should you die, New Athens would go
to ruin. Listen.
" Long ago, in the dim years before
the food, | was sailing on the Persian
Gulf in the staunch A No. clipper ship
the Mary Aan. Suddenly there arose n
terrific storm. The winds howed like an
Irish riot, the lightnings flashed with n
vividness which was appalling, and the
thunders rolled as though the demons OF
the air were playing continuous games of
ten-pins. 1t was fearful night. The
darkness was so intense, that the lights
of the headlands showed not, and VIC
were plunging through it, helpless, in
of 10 t,iI
coast. The Captain-Perllins was his
name-had lost his reckoning, and the
Mary Ann, uncomfortable, was speeding
on to her doom.
Captain Perkins stood at his post,
calm and sefpossessed. SO long cz we
have sea room,' said he, in his marked
Afghanistan dialect, SO long ez we have
sea room, and kin keep shet of the pesky
rock, we're all right. The Mary Aln
can't be swamped, no how. But this
is an ugly coast
"And Captain Perkins took q fresh
chew of tobacco, and pcered anxiously
into tho the darkness.
"Just then the passengers began &c
learn Of the danger we were in, and
came rushing up the aft pinnacle quarter
deck, in wild confusion.
"Captain,' shrieked one save the
vessel, save her. am the editor Of the
Lspahan Morning Heratd, which has
the largest circulation of any paper in
Persia. If 1 perish the Herald per
ishes with me. Save me>for the sake o.
the Lspahan.'
"'Go to- out spoke the bold captain
you bet I'll save the vessel for my owr
sake. Bechesm on my head be it. Rest
easy
"Savo the ship!" shrieked another
81 am the Governor Of province. If
perish who shall rule it? Anarchy ant
confusion ensue, and widespread woe fol-
lows. For the sake of the province, save
the ship"
"Save the ship !" shrieked third
81 am the president of the First Nation
al Bank of Ispahan If l perish, dowr
goes the bank"
"Save the ship !" yelled fourth. 81
am the President Of the Cashmere ant
Bulbul Railway Company. If / g
down, who can manage the great corpo
ration ?"
! Save the ship !" cried the Gfth. 81