The Newberry herald and news. (Newberry, S.C.) 1884-1903, 1897-05-21
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ea into the car and at once r>>oSnlgcd
my companion. Before wo had gone
very far was deep in ono Of tho oddest
family histories This new arrival, ii
seems, when boy Of ii, had been lN>sS.
seSSrd by tine fear Of consumption, that
foil discnsc having carried OF his brother
and threatening his father and mother.
Accordingly he read every book that nc
could lay his hands nn dealing with the
subject, and, as the result ot his read
ing, ran away to Bonrncmouth 10 he
near tho pines. Having no finds, he
engaged himself to local fishmongcT,
carrying his masters fish to the various
customers When the Naay's work was
done, he Shonldcrcd hammock which
he had brought with him and cauped
among some Of those pines for which
thai snnthcrn health resort is famous,
One night u gentleman, saUntcring
along, smoking a cigar noticed him,
and being amazed at this al froSco"
him. "Why, ] know who you are, ~ OK
claimed the consnmptivo youth at last
"Hou'r Mr.. Louis Stevenson. the man
who wrote 'TrraSure lsland'" How
do You know?' said the gentleman
because dolivcr you fish. Ion live
Mt Skcrryvoro so l do" rplicd
Stevenson, for he it was sure enough
"Rut you don't talk like n fiShmongcr' 5
boy" No more DO, replied the boy,
and he then poured his strange secret
into the novcliSt'S ear, which was sym
pathetic enough. you may he sure.
The result Of this odd meeting was an
invitation 10 breakfast. "Oh, and did
cat,' said the young man. He told the
story SO loudly that the who'll" train
laughed. And the servants ruuldn' t
make it out ut all to see the distin,
gniShcd author entertaining poor mo-
Then he went to Paris, and l never
saw him again for long WHILE" Tho
pines not proving strong enough, the
strange youth WAS seized with ycurn
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 tho south seas and abode
by reef and palm for many long year
Ono day when cruising as supcrcurgo
among tho Gilbert islands, I think, II
European swell in beautiful white
duck, great red sash and spreading
panama hat, with IL poncock's feather in
1t, came aboard tho schooner. Good
morning, Mr.. Stevenson" said tho su-
percargo. Mr.. Stevenson looked and
wondered who knew him in these faroff
seas. II don't know you" he said,
shaking his head. but l know you.
Don't you remember tho tishmonger's &
boy who ato such n big breakfast at
Skcrryvorc?' 80 l do. We'll, tho world
Is small indced.' And no doubt tho
two had pegs and tifin-or whatever
they call such things in tho islands-to-
gether. What strange, small world it
is indeed! Well, ono succumbcd to tho
dread disease; tho other is as hearty a
fellow MS ever | saw 1t was n quaint,
grim fancy to go dodging phthisis all
over the world!-London News.