The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1878-03-21
ONLY JONES.

The officers of her Majesty's Twenty
fourth and Eighty-fourth infantry were
sitting around their mess table, in
Castletown, the capital of the Isle OF
Man, one evening more than thirty years
ago--that is, all of them except one; but
then, that one was only Jones. Nobody
minded Jones; even his pecuiarities had
begun to be an old subject for "chaf-
fng," and, indeed, he had paid such
small attention to their " chatting" that
they had come to find it little pleasure,
and, after some weeks of discomfort,
Lieut.. Jones had been allowed to choose
his own pleasures without much inter-
ference.
These we're not extravaganza. A favor
tie book, long walk in all kinds of
weather, and sail when the weather
was favorable. He would not drink
he said it hurt his health; he would not
skoot-he said it hurt his feelings; he
would not gamble-he said it hurt his
conscience; and he did not care to fiirt
or visit the bellies of the capital said
it hurt his affections. Once Capt. De
Reuzy lispingly wondered whether it
was possible to "hurt his hon r." and
Jones calmly answered that sit was not
possible for Capt. De Reuzy to do So"
Indeed, Jones constantly violated all
these gentlemen's ideas Of proper be-
havior, but for some reason or other, no
one brought him to account for it. It
was easier to shrug their shoulders and
cal1him "queer," or say, sit was only
Jones, or even to quietly assert his
cowardice
One evening Col. Underwood was dis
c0ssing q hunting-party for the next
day. Jones walked into the room and
was Immediately accosted:
Something new, Lieutenant. I find
there are plenty of hares on this island
and we mean to give puss run to-mor-
row. L have heard you are a good rider;
will you join us?"
You must excuse me, Colonel: such
a thing is neither in the way of duty,
nor my pleasure"
You forget the honor the Colonel
does you, JONES' said young Ensign
Powell.
{" | thank the Colonel for his courtesy.
but can see no good reason for accept
ing 1t. J am sure my horse will not APP
prove OF it; and am sure the hare will
not like it; and I am not good rider:
therefore [ should not enjoy it."
" You need not be afraid" said the
Colonel, rather sneeringly; "+he country
IS quite open, and these low Manx walls
are easily taken"
Excuse me, Colonel am afraid.
Ii | should be hurt it would cause nv
mother and sisters very great alarm and
anxiety. am very much afraid of do
ing this"
What was to be done with man so
obtuse regarding conventionalities and
who boldly asserted his cowardice? The
Colonel turned away, half contemptu-
ously, and Ensign Powell took Jones'
place.
The morning proved to be very bad
one, with the prospect of rising
storm; and, as the party gathered in
the barracks yard, Jones said earnestly
to his Colonel:
81 am afraid, sir, you will meet with
severe storm"
:" think so, Lieutenant. but we
promised to dine at Gwynne Hall. and
we shall get that far, at any rate
So they rode rather gloomily away in
the rain. Jones attended to the mill
tary duties assigned him, and then.
about noon, walked seward. It was
hard work by this time to keep his foot
ing on the marrow quay; but amid the
binding spray and mist he saw quite a
crowd OF men going rapidly toward the
great shelving Scarlet rocks, mile be-
You'd the town. He stopped an old
sailor and asked:
I" Is anything wrong ?"
" A little steamer, sir, off the Calf of
Man; she is driving this way; an indeed
l fear she will be on ia rocks afore ia
night"
Jones stood still moment, and then
followed the crowd as fast as the storm
would let him. When he joined them
they were gathered on the summit of a
huge cliff, watching the doomed craft.
She was now within sight, and it was
evident that her seamen had almost lost
all control of her. She must. ere long.
be flung by the waves upon the Jagged
and frightful rocks toward which She
was driving. In the lulls of the wind.
not only the booming of the minute
gun, but also the shouts of the imper-
lied crew could be heard.
"What can be done ?" said Jones to
an old MN, whose face betrayed the
strongest emotion.
Nothing, sir, an afrait. If she'd
managed to rount ia rocks, she would
have gone to pieces on ia sand, and
there are plenty of men who would
have risket life to save life. But how
are we to reach them from this height9"
"How far are we above water?
"This rock goes down like a wall,
forty fathoms, sir"
"What depth of water at the foot ?"
9Th rty feet or more. /"
"Good. Have you plenty OF light,
strong rope3"
much as you want, sir; but Let me