Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1897-04-24
A YOUTHS ADVENTURES.
Which, Whether Truth or Fiction. Are De-
cidedly Interesting.

When riding III the tram Car through
tho widest parts of Pecllham Rye,
writes u contributor to the London
News, with friend-we were bound
on n journalistic crrand-a bronzed
young man of marine appearance jump
cd into tho car and ut once recognized
my companion Before we had gone
very far was deep III one of the oldest
family historic. This NEW arrival, it
seems, when 10Y of Il, had been pos
sessed by the fear Of consumption, that
fell disease having carried off his brother
and threatening his father and mother.
Accordingly he read every book that he
could lay his hands on dealing with tho
subject, and rs the result Of his road
ing, ran away to Bourncmouth to be
near the pines Having 10 funds, he
engaged himself to local tishmonger,
carrying his masters fish to the various
customers. When the days work was
done, he shouldered 4 hammock which
he had brought with him and camped
among some of those pines for which
that southern health resort is famous
One night II gentleman, sauntcrfng
along, smoking 4 cigar, noticed him,
and, being amazed at this 'al fresco"
bed, entered into conversation with
him. why, I know who you are, y ex-
claimed the consumptivc youth at last.
you're Mr. Louis Stevenson, the man
who wrote Treasure Island. ," How
do You know said the gentleman.
Because deliver you fish. You live
ut Skerryvore y SO I do. replied
Stevenson, for lie it was sure enough.
But you don't talk like q tishmonger's
boy" No more do replied the boy,
and he then poured his strange secret
INTO the novelists ear. which was SYM
pathetic enough, you may be sure.
The result OF this odd meeting was an
invitation TO breakfast. "Oh, and did
eat, said the young man. He told the
story so loudly that the whole train
laughed And the servants couldn't
make il out ut all 70 see the distin-
guished author entertaining poor me.
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 to
sea. When he reached Sydney, he sold
his outfit and Kan 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 rs supercargo
among the Gilbert islands, think, a
European swell in beautiful white
duck, great red sash and 4 spreading
panama hat, With peacock's feather III
it. came aboard the schooner. Good
morning, Mr.. Stevenson, said the SUI
percargo. Nj. Stevenson looked and
wondered who knew him il these faroT
seas. Il don't know YOU" he said,
shaking his head. But l know you.
Don't you remember the fishmonger S
boy who ate such a big breakfast at
Skerryvore::" 80 I do. Well, the world
is small indeed And no doubt the
TWO had pegs and tiffin-or whatever
they call such things in the islands-to-
getherx What strange, small world it
is indeed Well, one succumbed to the
dread disease; the other is as hearty q
fellow as ever saw. 1t was 4 quaint,
grim fancy 10 go lodging phthisis all
over the world London News.