The Clarksburg telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1874-1926, 1894-09-28


he concluded to 60 on down to
the Office Of DR. Squills, and have
it dressed.
When Tom appeared at the Of
fee of DR.. Squills, that gentle.
man was about to retire after the
fatigues of the ball. Heexamin.
ed the wounded arm with a very
critical eye, and pronounced,
mo fracture but if there had
been, it would have been a com
pound, or a comminuted complex
one y However, he fixed 1t up
with bandages and opodeldoc, so
that it was very comfortable.
Tom wanted to know chow a lit.
tie spiritus f,umenti would set on
him after the exercises of the
evening !"
me learned physician declar.
ed it would increase the fever of
his wound, and he must forego
that indulgence for the present.
The doctor who had gotten an
inkling of the brawl was curious
TO know If the landlord or Full.
james had received any fractures
or mortal wounds ?
To this query Tom replied he
only knew 1.-The landlord had
gone down and as for Fuliames,
he had knocked him out of
sight"
On the next day the doctor
laughed heartily, when he came
to understand the significance of
Toms reply, as it had reference
to Fuljames.
Let US turn from the trivial in.
cidents of this brawl, and take
up one of the scattered strands
that must be woven into the
fabric of this true tale; for,
"aught that we could ever read,
could ever hear by tale or history
the course of true love never
did run smooth"
live could trace to their source
the diverse influences that cross
like threads in the warp of life,
and shape our destiny; we should
be led into distant scenes, and
among strange fellowships, be
yond the power of imagination
to conceive.
Even now, in the small hours
IF this morning, after the grand
ball at the Stone Tavern, If we
SHALL take the wings Of the dove
apd fiy fafp50.the eastward far
beyond the first ocean and the
night; and then, far beyond the
second ocean. till the day wanes
toward the second night; we
shall then be in that distant trop-
icai sea, where spice islands gem
the waves, and the Gambler scent
of odorous perfumes fills the
air; and where fronded palms
spread their foliage to the torrid
sun.
Here we shall see a stately
ship, foreign from beak to taffrail,
majestically, over the
silent waters.
We go aboard this foreign fri.
gate, where no sound of English
speech is heard. All the crew
are lascars; the officers too are
of the Malay race; but surely.
the captain who now gives over
the watch to the first officer and
walks aft, is not of this race. For
as he lifts his cap from his
swarthy face and smooths back
his dark locks, he displays a
brow too fair, for that of a lascar.
He enters his cabin; and we
too shall enter with him, for this
man is none other than Edward
Dalton, the captain of the ship.
and the former comrade-in.arms
of Col. Effilngham. Now it is his
custom when alone, to talk aloud,
that he may not forget his native
speech during his long exile from
his country.
Capt. Dalton, ip his cabin,
fumbles over a small case of
books, talking to himself in Eng
fish, but frequently lapsing into
the language OF the books,
He says :. Il will see what
Raoul gave me Dread at Manila.
These books are all foreign
ordered him to give me English
works I am tired of Dntco and