Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1889-12-22

rather lugubriouslY. 1t seemed to me that
If was to prepare Christmas sermon il
that house, the theme at hand would be con
| jugal felicity.
After quitting the table Arthur and ]
went to his library, where we were soUr
talking reminiscently, as old friends are ap
to on meeting after long separation.
| You have been abroad, then?" I re
marked, after he had mentioned something
that ne had seen in museum at Cairo.
"Oh, yes." he replied. ''I have becom,
an EgyptolegiHt--a Eeritable crank on tht
subject-and you will be interested in mJ
| researches"
The storm had increased, and a bowling
gust OF wind made Arthur shiYer, although
the room was warm enough.
20, 1t isn't this storm that shakes MI" !" be
explained; sit is the recollection of one that
our ship encountered. We had had fair vow
age, but as we approached the Gulf of Coron
the sky began to darken. Squalls are fire.
quent at this point of Greece, where the cur
rents from three seas meet, broken by the in
terYening promonotories of Morea This
evening the current from the Cerigo Chan
mel was running dead against us. Night
was falling, and the water was gray and
angry, the sky Opaque and sullen. On our
land side the high masses Of Tavgetus shut
the side toward Egypt the wind and the sea
were breaking against US with fierce roar.
The sea grew rougher. and we were assailed
by a squall of wind from the northeast
The channel was as black as ink,
and the uneven gusts knocked the ship
to and fro SO that it was hard for her to keep
on her way. One by one the captain
shortened the sails, keeping only the smaller
ones. As we rounded the cape, in order TO
avoid the reefs we had to make a consider
able angle with the wind, which was grow
ing stronger every minute. At the first turn
of the tiller two heavy waves swept the deck.
The boat reeled like a drunken man and
leaned over so far that the starboard rail
almost touched the water. The captain saw
that he must take be more sail, and he
shouted his orders to the quartermaster, who
signaled them to the men. When the COM
mand had been given no one stirred. It was
necessary to climb to the top gallants, that
is, to climb along a sail yard which was at
that moment describing an arc of almost 900.
A second time the whistle sounded. The
men seemed nailed to the deck. The cap
tain's anger rose, and he sprang toward
them and cried: "You are fine sailors to be
AFRAID to go aloft."
At this point in Hawsley's narrative a
tap at the library door interrupted him;
and In response to his ''Come imp a man
entered. If were to live thousand years,
I should never forget his face. He was
about 80, tall and muscular, with what
people call a square head. His eyebrows
met on his forehead in straight line, his
face was smooth, and his hair was shaggy
and red. He was the incarnation of OBJ
stinaey and brutal insensibility, if his face
did not misrepresent his character.
toThia il Josiah Rurn ham - eafd
friend, byway Of introduction; and he added
in low tone to me: "He is q gardener, and
he takes care of our little place here"
Then he raised his voice. 81 had begun to
tell Mr.. Pardee of the loss of Martins life"
''Well, don't let me stop you," Josiah
grufly responded; 'I wouldn't mind hear
ing it again myself" and he stood slouch-
ing by the door.
martin Jehfries was the steDson Of
Josiah" Hawsley went on. "He had been
a sailor, but latterly had settled down here
as gardener with his stepfather. He was
a firm, stalwart young fellow, and if he
were alive would be the husband Of the girl
of his choice. He had saved up s., 900, by
thrift and industry, and in a year more in
tended to set himself up in business. His
mother was the custodian Of his savings.
He gave the money to her, dollar by dollar,
and she deposited it in bank as her own.
Well, when planned my trip to Egypt, in
quest of antiquities, needed stout, handy
assistant, and Martin wayglad to go. He
proved valuable aid in getting and pack
ing my finds and he was returning with
me when our ship sailed into the storm that
1 was describing. The captain called out,
Is said before, You are fine sailors to be
afraid to 60 aloft.'"
'Then the ex-saiIor, Martin Jeffries,
started for the rope ladder"
"I'll go, Captain, the volunteer said.
"Then, grasping the ropes with his power |
ful hands, he began to make his way slowly |
up the ladder, which the wind shook and |
rattled against the rigging. We watched |
him mount The wind which swelled ont |
ais jacket like vail, caught him every few |
moments and dattened him AGAINST the lad /
Ter. When he reached the top of the mast |
he darkness was 50 dense that we could no |
onger see him. We saw only his shadow /
passing in front Of the lookout lantern. An