The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1897-05-07
A YOUTHS ADVENTURES.

which, Whesher Truth OF Fiction. Are DE-
cidedly Interesting.
When riding in the tram car through
The widest parts Of Peckham Rye.
writes = contributor to the London
News, with . friend-we were bound
ON . journalistic errand--a bronEed
young man Of marine appearance jump
ed into the car aud at once recognised
my companion. Before We had gone
very far i was deep in q Of the oldest
family historiea This new arrival. II
seems. when . boy Of ~. had been pos
sassed By the fear Of consumption. that
Tall disease having carried Oh his brother
and threatening his father and mother.
Accordingly be read every book that be
could lay his hands on dealing with the
subject, and, ~ the result Of his read
ing, ran away to Boumemouth 70 Be
near the pinea Having no funds. be
engaged himself 70 . local dsbmoneer,
carrying his masters hsh to the varioua
customera. When the days work was
done, he shouldered . hammock which
he bad brought with him and camped
du1O0K UOmc Va 0uOo PAhco ~ WAASo
that southern health resort Is famoua
One night = gentleman, saunterine
along. smoking . cigar. noticed him,
and, being amazed ct this al fresco"
bed, entered into conversation with
him. why. I know who you are" . I
claimed the consump<ivc youth at last.
You're Mr.. Louis Stevenson, the mar
who wrote Treasure Island" How
do You know?'' said the gentleman.
because / deliver you fish. You live
at Skerryvore-" 80 I do" replied
Stevenson, for he il was sure enough.
But You don't talk like o hshmonger'a
boy" mo more i do, replied the boy,
and he then poured his strange secret
into the novelist's ear, which va sym
pathetic enough. you may b sure.
The result Of this odd meeting vas IN
invitation to breakfast. "Oh, and / did
eat" said the young man. He told the
story 80 loudly that the whole train
laughed. And the servants COULDN'T
make IL out at all TO see the distin.
guished author entertaining poor me.
Then he went t. Paris, and ! never
saw him again for . long while" The
pines not proving strong enough. the
strange youth vas seized with q yearn
ing for the scent Of the eucalyptus and
persuAded his friends to send him To
sea. When he reached Sydney, he sold
his outfit and ran away into the bush
and lived In the open with eucalyptus
galore. Thence. after many adventures,
he sailed for the south seas and abode
by reef and palm for many . long year.
One day when cruising - supercargc
among the Gilbert Islands, I think,
European swell in beautiful white
duck, q great red sash and . spreading
panama hat, with apeacock's feather in
il, came aboard tho schooner. Good
morning, Mr.. Stevenson" said the So
percargo. Mr.. Stevenson looked and
wondered who knew him in these farof
seaA II don't know you" he said,
shaking his head. But I know you.
Don't You remember the ~hahmonger'i
boy who ate such . big breakfast a
Skerryvore?'''''So I do. Well, the worlt
il small indeed" And no doubt til
two had pegs and tifin-or whsteve'
they call such things in the islands-tO
gether. What . strange. small world
is indeed! Well, n succumbed 10 tn
dread disease; the other 10 ~ hearty
fellow "a ever / raw. II was . quaint
grim fancy to 90 lodging phthisis al
over the world!-London Newa