Morning journal and courier., 1894-04-14

Spanish picadors; strange Mediterranean btigs and brlgsntines, suggesting the dayt | ot Algerine piracies; cumbrous lighters with their single sails of mating, laden with gaudily painted island pottery; New Bedford whslers on their way to home ports; London fruit packets which have made of the Azores an odorous market garden for Englsnd; all interspersed with customs oficers' boats, tobacco-boats and beegsr boats innumerable and the gusda. nos of the touters for the shsdouy old Ponts Delgada inns, whose cry, Tn Gods name" to "Durma na minha casa esta noitel" that is, to "Lodee at my houss this nightl" rose shrill and clear above all other discordsnt sounds, carrying un- doubted pledge of welcome to every soul upon every incoming craft.
 The impressions upon the Cogleigh par ty were varying and various, but they all took on form and seeming through the one predominant object of their journey.
 "Ah." exclaimed bland old Manoel Ps- riera, MT. Cogleigh's Portuguese man ser want, with kindling eyes, as he tucked the rugs a little closer about the invalid and apparently quoted from some old island ballad, 'the glories that be9irt thse in the world unrivslled stand! You vfll surely be a new man, MT. Cogleigh, before you have known my blessed island of St. hi- chssl for three bslmy monthsln
 of l could get rid of a portion of them" with & hopeless gesture toward certain of his wstchful retinus. "I might, Aanoel. fervently pray for both"
 "Amenl" responded Manoel, softly giv- ing the rugs another kindly tucking.
 "Ughi They're lot of sayagesI" in- sisted Miss Betsy, commonly Betty Gam per, one of the active constituents of the near and vigilant group. She was MT. Cogleigh's maiden aunt, who had beaten of all other representatives of her side of the family In the battle for the invalid's wealth. ''1vs sacrificed the best years of my life watching over Slipson; and now I'm dragged of here to keep on sacrificing and suffering. But he'll pay for 1t. He'll pay for 1t, mind youl"
 This was largely a warning to her com panions that Betsy Camper was not to be taken of Ter guard, even In the Azores; and it reused Mrs. Broadbresdth Dru9get, beside her, to a resssertion of her claims and to due notice of her determined inten- tione.
 Mrs. Drugget was only sn aunt by mar riage to the invalid, but her victory had been in making her home his hospital and jail, ss we'll ss the domicile, at excellent rates, of the other members of the party who were bravely remaining with Cog lrlSu uutll ms ulcurCttC puiro nuOulu kiNc & quiet finish to his affairs.
 "Humphl" retorted Mrs. Drugget with the superior air of a superior martyr, "tslk about sacri6clngl If you'd been in my shoes, Miss Betty Camper, you could understand what sacrificing mesns."
 "My shoes have pinched hard enough, thank you, Mrs. Drugget" returned Miss Camper de6sntly.
 "Toil 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 sacrifice comes in. And what do get for itl I lose my only mainstay, my daughter Het- ty, on that upstaft Cogleigh fsvorite, Rob ert Forsyth; :! get my lovely home broken knowing whatn happen. Pay for iti You'll see whether I'll make Slipson Cog leigh pay for 1t, thought"
 The remaining vultures were awakened to active reassertion by Mrs. Druggets heated remarks. They comprised Mr. and Mrs. Chillilip Clingsly. Mrs. Clingsly, who forever insisted thst she was but a weak vessel in the hands of providence, was in reality @ powerful woman In the bonds of wedlook with the agent of the National Board of Heather Helpers, over WuOso tBAtky I&C6 HUI b1utttAt<4 -I1x41 Discarded by the cannfbals" was plainly written. But he was one of those wiry, silent little tentscles of human steel that eleemosynary national boards throw out and fssten upon possibilities of charitable bsq uests and which cling there as remorse- less as death itself.
 He seldom more than timidly suggested to the weak vessel beside him, who repre- ssnted a third brsnch-of the Cogleish fam fly, and who providently carried foolscap paper and a stylogrsphic pen in her reti- cule, at all times ready for the supreme moment when Slipson Cogleigh should be sufficiently alarmed by the action of his dichrotic pulse to execute his will. Sacrificing aud suffering," remarked Mrs. Cltngsly with @ measured wheezs, "happen to be counted where oounting's done for what's really in lem. Slipson has told me ss much many times. His minds made up, ladies. Don't think because l am @ weak vessel m not fully acquainted with all your moves. Slipson is, too. He'll remember his real friends" "And the Board, "interposed Mir. Clin2s- ly meekly.
 "Certainly, the Board. He's told me as much"
 The four grim sentinels here relspsed into silence and their usual expressions of scorn and defiance. consisting of shrug- gings, excited head tremblipgs and SUD- dies, and the closing of Mir. Clingsly' e little eyes with the opening of his thin I lips, which, ou such occasions, invsris- | bly softly hummed the pleasant melody of
 From Greenlands s Icy mountains, From India's coral stand" vhile the fins of his psunt fppers tapped clickingly upon his empty spectscle-case, held with @ military air squsrely against his thin little chest.
 There was something charming, whole some, hopeful and good about the re- | msinipg two of the Coglsigh party. These were Mir. Robert Forsyth. hearty, healthy, fine; recently out of the univer- sity, and covered all over with the uu- mistakesble insignia of honorable grsdu | stion from the broadest curriculum of athletics; lacking full manhood only be cause of Slipson Cogleieh's persistent gen. | erosity, perhaps prompted by that strange human principle which often roots the heart of the physically helpless to the physically brave and strong.
 Leaning lovingly upon his arm, as they both hung over the steamers rail intent
 upon the colorful Azoresn hsrbor Scenes
 was 6 beautiful young woman, the bride
 of 8 week. All the cneeriness and bright ness which had come to Slipson Cogleigt
 within the Drugget family prison hsd beer
 bestowed by this one true little woman
 now Hester Drugget Forsyth; the ''main
 stay" whose loss Mrs. Drugget had but
 moment before deplored; and, ct las
 somewhat free from the domination of th,
 latter, deliriously happy in the hrst con
 sciousness of dsliversncs and poo s-ssion
 "By George, Hetty, that's e glorion
 scene" exclaimed Bob heartily.
 "GIoriousa I should think 60 Why
 its perfectly heavenly, Bob. Wasn't Mir
 Coeleigh just grand and good to give u
 such a wedding tripf'
 "He wac never anything else. Hetty
 Deserves better fate" This with . ge.
 ture of bis head toward the watchfu
 group behind. "Confound iil I've soms