Arizona republican., 1897-12-26

Java, with a cargo of sugar and hides under her iron decks. The barnac e5 on her rusty sides were half as big as her grizzled shippers gnarled fists. She had taken nearly 200 days to make the trip, and she had been posted as missing when she was re- ported off the Hook, in tow, bound in. After she had tied up at Brook lyn pier, and the butcher, the baker, the boarding house keeper and the shipping master, in search of cuS om, had clambered aboard her, the mate came out of the cabin with a big batch of letters that he had received at quarantine. All hands from the foreoastlel gathered about the mate as he began calling out the names on the envelopes In the group there were six happy English apprentices, all under 19 years, each of whom got from three to a dozen letters from old mothers. fathers, sweetheaIits and friends on the tight little islar d. Be- fore the mate had gone half way through the packet he called:
 Nils JaEsen.''
 It had been a long voyage, and the name of Nils Larsen was no more to the mate than that of any other Scandinavian sailor! But the yOurg Brtitons who had seen Nils out on the Flemish horse, gathering in sail in a gale, remembered him. He was a top sawyer; that is, the ablest of able seamen, and, although his Eng fish wss broken, his heart was as starch as any thall ever beat in the forecastle of a clipper.
 The mate held the letsers aloft and repeated the name of the gallant Norseman- The young English sh p mates of Nils Larsen stirred uneaSily. The mates voice rose. He was ap- parently unaccustomed to wat long for an answer. One of the young Englshmen stepped up and said:
 eff you please, sir, Larsen fell from the foretop in a gale off the cape and was loSt.'
 The mate passed the three letters for Nils Larsen to the bo-hom of the packet and went on calling other names. The happy look vanished from the faces of Nils Larsen's ship mates. The letters were from the mother of Nils Larsen.
 If should die tonight
 And you should come to my cod
 corpse and saV,
 Weeping and heart-sick OCT my life
 less clay,
 If I should die Tonight
 And you should come in deepest griei
 and woe
 And say, Heres that ten dollars that I owe"
 might arise in my large white crayai And Sov ssVVhat5S that2 2'' If I should die tonight
 And you should come to my cold corpse and kneel; CIasping my bier, to show the griel you feel,
 I say if I should die tonight, And you should come to me there ani then, and
 Just even hint about paying me tha' ten,
 ' might arise the while,
 But I'd drop dead again.
 q saw rude, roughly hewn s one above the grave on an eastern Ken lucky hillside a few weeks ago." s-iC an insuranc solicitor of that state that was placed there before monu ment makers fourished in that par of Kentucky. There were but two graves in the little unfenced spot, ana they were in the center of a Sassa fras thicked.
 ''This old stone, over which the ivy had crept, we'll night plotting out tht Inscription, bore these words, whiCf seemed to have been dhiseled by { trembling fingered movies: Jan , Laler, ded Agus, 1S49. She wuz allu! hne to evrybuddie.' I thought as stood there by the weed-cres.e: mound of what a world of meaning there was in those few simple words She wus allus kine to evrybuddie. When I shall have composed my weary limbs for the last sleep I would ask no greater boon than that sucl a compliment might nightfully bs placed on the tomb above my si en form. It was so different from any of the chiseled platitudes one sees in l large cemeteries. I wondered, whar ! loving heant could have inspired it and stopped to ask about the woman i whose gentle life could merit so ten der a tribute.
 Nobody on either the Kentucky o. Virginia side of the mountains knev much of the Lawler family, but on old nIountaineer said he had been toit | the woman was the wife of an olt woodsman who lived and hunted ol 1 Mount Elkhorn in the first half Of tn. present century. The pals.e hant of the loving husband doubtless traces the last testimonial of reverence
 THE PASTOAL PARODY.