The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-04-15

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made him very rich in properties and eZ'
ceedingly poor in health, he possessed
certain testamentary possibilities neces-
sary to be closely looked after by those
nearest him in ties of kinship and in
terest.
He was still young man in years, but
a very old one in mental and bodily suffer
ing. He had been too absorbed in money
getting to provide himself with wife, chill
dren and home as partial and potent de-
tense against those who had decided that
his gainings should be theirs; and cOnse-
quently relatives had taken possession of
his person and made his life wretched
with their wranglings for preference
He had really made several desperate
though futile efforts 10 escape from the
bondage his riches imposed; but his
stomach had failed him early in his ca
reer. neuralgia overlook him at subse-
quent period and the rackings Of rheuma
tism had followed. Besides this, as any
one could see from the lateral uncon-
trollable motion of his hand when writ
ing. inordinate use of coffee, tea, tobacco
or other stimulant, had given him what
those most interested termed a dichrOtic
pulse: and this was chiefly relied upon 10
carry Mr.. Slipson Cogleigh off at any con-
venient moment
His poor relations, like all poor rela-
tons, being in the best of health, he found
himself no match for them in cunning and
contrivance, and he at last perforce be-
came resigned to a lingering death in the
society of those who, on the principle of
the survival of the tittest had been most
ingenious, most vigorous and most daring
in walfare upon each other, and In as
saults upon his personal liberty; until the
narrowing circle of ineXOra Die priSOnment
GnrrOa1y1dir1rr him - hapD 1,nHDnn6 tO the
small, though alert and vigilant party
which accompanied him TO the little
known but marvellous baths of Funas. in
the island of St. Michael among the far
and dreamful Azores.
The members of this surviving heroic
band-for there was a touch of heroism
in each individual purpose from their
various standpoints of motive and action
were disposed at a convenient distance
from Mr.. Cogleigh and his man-servaut
upon the promenade deck of a steamer,
which was now rounding the nights of
Point Delgada and making its entrence
into the artificial harbor of Ponta Del
gada, the third city in sizeand Importance
in Portugal and the Azores.
Before them the quaint old city strag-
gled to the right and left like a checkered
ribbon of pink and blue, creeping prettily
out and up over pleasant ways of almost
tropical verdure and bloom, toward a cir
cling group of high and serrated
outlying hills. Fine old Doric
structures crept through the film
of distance, and gradually were
disclosed the sunny streets. overshadow-
ed now and then by massive cupola,
ungainly dome or delicate miuaret, open
ing out and on, past tower of church or
ancient campanile, to the far and lovely
quintas and villas of the rich like white
flecks against the heathery mountain
sides beyond.
They saw, too. the lazily shifting
threads of Azorean harbor life; the just
arrived, low-lyfng government mail
steamer from Lisbon, with the frantic
demonstrations and regard from thou
sands of islanders upon the quays and
scudding, budding small boats, swarm
ing about queer looking craft laden with
the fine, sleek cattle from ST. Mary's and
manned by a hairy lot armed with OK
goads like the pixies of Spanish pic adors
strange Mediterranean briggs and brigan-
tines, suggesting the days of Algerine
piracies: cumbrOus lighters with Their
single sails of mating, laden with gaudily
painted island pottery; New Bedford
whalers on their way to home ports;
London fruit packets which have made Of
the Azores an odorous market garden for
England; all lntersperSed with customs
officers boats, tobacco boats and beggar
boats innumerable and the guadanos of
touters for the shadowy old Ponta Del
gada inns, whose cry, In Gods name"
to Burma ma minha casa esta uoite!"
that is, TO Lodge at my house this
night" rose shrill and clear above all
other discordant sounds, carrying I'M
doubted pledge of welcome to every soul
upon every incoming craft.
The impression upon the Cogleigh
party were varying and various but they
all took on form and seeming through the
~ haiV ig,1t,,Y
All" exclaimed bland old Manoel
Perierr, MIR. Cnglegh's Portuguese man
servant, with kindlinC eyes, as he tucked
the rugs a little closer about the invalid
aud apparently quoted from some old
island ballad, the glories that begirt
thee in the world unrivaled stand You
Will surely be a new man, MIR. CoGleigh,
before you have known my blessed island
of St Michael for three balmy months"
If could get rid of portion of them"
with hopeful gesture toward certain of
his watchful retinue, Il might, Manoel. |
fervently pray for both"
Amen :" responded Manoel, softly Civ
ing the rugs another kindly tuczing
Ugh They're lot of savages!" in
sisted Miss Betsy, commonly Betty
Camper. one of the active constituents of
the near and vigilant group. She was
Mr.. Cogleighs maiden aunt, who had
beaten off all other representatives of her
side of the family for the invalid s wealth.
I've sacrificed the best years of my life
watching over SlipsOn; and now I'm
dragged off here TO keep on sacrificing
and suffering. But he'll pay for it, He'll
pay for 1t, mind you!n
This was largely warning to her COM
panions that Betsy Camper was not to be
taken of her guard, even IN the Azores :
ana it reused Mrs. Broadbreadth Drugget.
beside her, to a reassertion of her claims
and to due notice of her determined inten-
tions.
Mrs. Dragget was only an aunt by mar
riage to the invalid but her victory had
been in making her home his hospital and
jail, as well as the dOmicile, at excellent
rates, of the other members of the party
who were bravelv remaining with Cog
leigh until his dichrotic pulse should give
a quiet finish to his affair
"Humph!n retorted Mrs. Drugget with
the superior air of a superior martyr,
talk about sacrificing! If you'd been in
my shoes, Miss Betty Camper, you could
understand what sacrificing means"
My shoes have pinched hard enough,
thank you, Mrs. Drugget!i returned Miss
Camper dehantly.
Toll and moil," continued Mrs. Drug
get in lofty disdain of the interruption,
and run and trot, and stay up nights for
sick man, day in day out, year In year
out. is where sacrifice that is