Delaware gazette and state journal. (Wilmington, Del.) 1883-1902, 1897-03-25
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YoUrB,s ADVENTURES.
which, whether Truth or Fiction, 4
Interesting.

Which, Whether Truth or Fiction, Arc
Interesting.
When riding In the tramcar through
the widest part of Peckham Rye,
writes contributor to the London
News, with a frisnd-we were bound
on journalistic errand-a bropzed
young man of marine appearance jumped
into the car, and at once recognized
my companion. Before We had gone
very far | was deep In one Of the
oldest family histories. This new
arrival, ii seems, when a boy Of IA,
had been possessed by the fear vf con.
sumption, that fell disease having car
ried off his brother ard threatening bis
father and mother. Accordingly, be
had every book that be could lay his
hands on dealing with tho subject, and,
as the result Of his reading, ran away
to Bournemouth to be near the pines.
Having no funds, he engaged himself
to local fishmonger, carrying his
masters fish to the various customers
When the days work was done. be
shouldered hammock which he bud
brought with him and camped among
some OF those pines for which that
southern health resort is famous.
One night gentleman, sauntering
along smoking cigar. noticed him,
and, being amazed at this 'sal fresco'
bed, entered into conversation with
him. why, know who you are"
exclaimed the consumptiye youth at
last. you're Mr.. Louis Steven SON.
the man who wrote Treasure
laand. How do you know said
the gentleman. because deliver you
fish. You live at Skerryvore. $50
! do, replied Stevenson, for he II was,
sure enough. But you don't talk like
fishmonger's boy" mo more do. I"
replied the boy, and then poured his
strange secret into the novelist's ear,
which was sympathetic enough, you
may be sure. The result of this odd
meeting was an invitation to breakfast.
"Oh, and l did eat, said the young
man-he told the story 70 loudly that
the whole train laughed. "And the
servants couldn't make it out at all, to
see the disting uished author entertain
Ing the fishmonger's boy.
''Then he went to Paris. and l never
saw him again for long while." The
pines not proving strong enough, the
strange youth was seized with yearn
ing for the scent OF the eucalyptus. AND
persuaded his friends to send him tC
sen. When,h he reached Sydney he sole
his outfit and ran away into the bush,
and lived in the open with eucalyptuI
galore. Thence, after many adventures
be sailed for the south seas, and ahod,
by reef and palm for many long year.
One day. when cruising as supercargt
among the Gilbert Islands Il Think
European swell in beautiful whit,
ducks, great red sash and spreading
panama hat with peacock feather ID
it, came aboard the schooner. "Goot
morning. Mr.. Stevenson, said the
supercargo Mr.. Stevenson looked, ant
wondered who knew him in these far
off seas.
II don't know yuu." be said, shak
ing his head. But know you. Dom
YOU remember the tishmouger's DO,
who ate such slbig breakfast at Skerry
yore" so do. Well, the VOL Id il
small, indeed" And no doubt the two
had pegs and tiflin Tor whatever they
call such things in the islands together.
What strange, small world it is
indeed. Well, ono succumbed TO th,
dread disease-the other is as hearty
fellow as ever saw. 1t was quaint
grim fancy to go lodging phthisis al
over the world!