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The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1899-12-25
ToM's FRIENDS.

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The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1899-12-25
. NEWS.

1g1ky l. about 90 buy
ne state and sstab-
poor farm
~ Chamber Of Com
nopinx plans for a per-
(e4on building.
- Olympia has rs@oiv-
1nAnce the practice Of
<oepers who fail GO ap-
\ ~ iiTensss until the
1Fcd. Hereafter ga
on>d promptly on ex-
eUtor Of the Everett
20 hauled before the
Guussomish county.
y q lecture on the
1wspaper 70 the pub
was shht the paper
w rsrma regarding
|eDn11 ofW crik pal recently
- <purs. the iftxs holding
- that the turys verdict
4nrsh
~ 0nht against The leasing
o1oeion ~. watch IL partly
~ 1mtes Of the city. has
11FA The leasing Of mat
~ fAe school law Of tho
80 cp.ps~<d by Tacoma
~ fhat II would rs~arf
- the city. II has been
- v may be leased az are
~ hnds IN tire state. and
- been decided that the
oppIicab.e 20 the courts.
~ - have a poultry show
70 a.
Qeru have got throagh 90
VIM their loads frorx Mar
MING the famine In many
Ihirty-six teams are now
ID
m held up nine men In a
HARTFORD. sn0homish ooun-
, oay9 ago. getting several
oS6 considerable money.
11eIves escaping uninjured.
Audubon County journal. (Exira, Iowa) 1884-1993, 1899-07-13

"Sharks are always feared at divers
Miss Bradbury. No, miss, you may be-
lieve me, those two men are as safe
down at work below as you are here, or
safer, seeing that they can't get sun
stroke, and you very likely will if you
stay here away from the awnings with
no hat on.
She shivered, and thanked me, and
went away into the shade, and 1 turned
again and watched the boats and the
two moving patches of muddied water
which they We're following. It struck
me at the moment that the Steamship
Corlnth Salvage association We're put
ting vast deal of trust in the two men
whom they employed as their divers
e270, 600 worth of gold is very vast
bulk of wealth for poor men to be near.
They did not find the wreck that day
or the next. Indeed not till a week had
passed did they come across her, and
then they found that she had settled on
her broadside into little gulley on the
sea floor where a current had carried
silt over her till she was almost covered
out of sight. They buoyed her when
she was found and that day went off
IN Cameron s boat and tried to see if l
could make her out from above. But
she lay in l6 fathoms and the water
was gray with mud from them working
below. Looking down into it was like
peering through a mist.
The Cleaner swung at her anchor
over the western ocean swells, and the
sun bleached her awnings to the white
ness of new fallen snow For myself.
but for one thing, I never had such an
easy time on full pay during all my
seagoing. There was no work to do. A
lot of grog was served out, coast fash
ion. at eight bells, and the slop chest
tobacco burnt slowly and cost only 9
shillings pound. But there was one
thing worried me and that was Miss
Bradbury. She had joined at Liverpool
as rosy lassie as one could wish to
meet, and here she was getting whittier
and thinner every day. You could al
most see the flesh slip away from her
bones, and she'd an appearance of scare
and worry about her face that made one
sick to look at All hands saw it. There
was no avoiding such a thing But they
put it down to anxiety about Cameron
The pair of them were openly en-
gagged to marry by this time, and
must say the way that he and the other
diver worked was caution. Of course
the water was warm, but it was fairish
deep, and never saw men stay down
longer. They never seemed to give in
while they had strength left to lift
hand, and when they came to the sur
face and had their gear taken off they'd
be almost fainting with WEAKNESS from
what they'd gone through. And it was
not one day occurrence either. They
were always the same, and the weeks
slipped away till they had run into
month. and still none of the gold had
been brought to the Cleaner.
The silt was the trouble, it seemed.
AS fast as they dug it cut just so fast
did it slide down again into the steam
er's bowels, and the strong room, which
lay right down against her keel, could
not be come at. Of course one under
stood that Cameron's reputation de-
pended upon his bringing off this sal
wage job successfully, but I don't see
the force of man killing himself, and
Audubon County journal. (Exira, Iowa) 1884-1993, 1899-07-13
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Was somewhere out or SlgnC, Duu MS air
tube was lying on the mud among the
sea shrubs, like a thin white eel. and
followed that easily enough
1t led me to the Corinth, where she
lay with her decks straight up and
down, and l saw it passing away
through the watery blackness down her
companion hatch There seemed some
thing wrong here. Where We're all the
great moving banks of slime the divers
had told us about? Where was the filthy
ooze which slid back against the steam
er as fast as they dug it away2 Slime
there was in plenty, l sank in it knee
deep in spite of the buoyancy of the
suit. but it was quite manageable, and
the Corinth's companion lay far above
Its mark. A rope lay against the up
right deck beside the white air tube |
thought a minute and then laid hold
and swarmed up Inside all was dark,
but switched on light in the electric
lamp l had with me, and the glow lit
the place like foggy street.
The first step landed me on something
that crunched. looked down and saw
it was suit of bones, skinned clean
by the fishes Some poor wretch had
been drowned here when the steamer
foundered. Well, of course, 1 had seen
skeleton before, but somehow or other
those bones didn't seem to cheer me-
There was something wrong. The yarn
the divers had brought up and the real
thing as it lay were two entirely differ
ent matters 1t occurred to me that
had stumbled (by the accident of
Storey's paralysis) upon something in
tended to be hid, and was quite man
enough to know that trouble might
very possibly follow.
stopped where was and thought
I'd a big mind to go back then and re-
port what l had seen. felt should be
earning my pay by doing that But at
the same time liked Cameron; he was
a fellow countryman and more besides
and didn't want to report him as act.
ing oft the square, so l stoutened my
heart and went on down below.
The white trail of the air tube led me
dowH the stair to the lowest berth deck
then along the alleyway right aft, and
then into the cabin, with hatch in
the floor. Sitting on the lid of. the hatch
was Cameron. who turned around when
my light fell upon him. He beckoned
me with an impatient gesture and slip
ped down into the blackness below 1t
was clear he did not recognize me. He
took it for granted that was Storey
delayed by some accident. For mo-
ment l staid outside irresclate, and
shoal of small fish, attracted by the
light. brushed past my legs. remem-
bered that they had been browsing on
corpses and were prospecting me as
food, and the idea made me shudder in
Audubon County journal. (Exira, Iowa) 1884-1993, 1899-07-13

Shiny aIieyways SO as not 10 luu. our
air pipes. could feel the bones of the
dead shift beneath my feet. and my
chest was tight with labor In spite of
the buoyancy of the water, the box of
gold was as much as the pair of us could
struggle along with.
At last. with infinite trouble, we
came out through the companion hatch
and lowered the box with rope down
to the bed of slime below We followed
IT, lifting 1t between us again and wal
lowed on with it through the morass of
slime. The heritage of the sea brushed
our shoulders as we struggled on The
skeletons of the dead stood sentinel
along our path. and the golden silence
CT the water crushed into my spirit We
held our way right round the steamers
bows. and there, against her keel, we
came upon pit 1t had been dug
through the slime with infinite labor
and shored up with planking. With
rope we lowered the gold chest down
into the pit and Cameron followed.
switched on my lamp and saw him
heaving and thrusting it down gallery
which led far beneath the iron sheath
ing of the wreck. A shovel lay against
a sea shrub at the lip of the pit took
1t in my hand. I was away from the
world of air in this lonely world of wa
ter Cameron and were the only hu-
nan occupants, with none to overlook
IS, and felt that l ought to be on my
guard against him. From his point Of
view it was clear knew too much.
Presently he returned from out of the
pit and was about to go back again
round the bows of the steamer, but 1
touched him with my shovel and he
turned. Then I pointed to the front
glass OF my helmet, and he came up
close and pee1ed at my face, and as
quickly recoiled. Then again he came
toward me-this time with clinched
tists-but menaced him with the up
lifted shovel and he kept his distance
How longed for speech then to say to
him what wished
For full minute we stared at one
another and then with sudden gesture
he picked a fragment of stone from the
ground and wrote a message on the
rusted plating Of the wreck
"Hold your tongue. Mac I read
"and you shall share :
81 wrote laborious reply with the
peak of the shovel Cannot deal with
you. Am bound to employers.
He scribbled "e25. 900" and watched
my face.
l shook M head inside the helmet.
He wrote "e30,OOO and looked at
re ecain
TO Be Continued)
Audubon County journal. (Exira, Iowa) 1884-1993, 1899-07-13

writer that every one who reads will
have heard Of 1t was he who wrote
"Sixty-two Years In Ballindrochater.
by A Scourges of Sin.
cannot say either that Miss Brad
bury was my idea of woman who
could write book. To begin with, she
was young, and as bonny looking
lassie as you could pick during a three
hours search in Buchanan street, Glas-
gov. She'd fine color to her cheeks
and big brown eyes that fairly lit when
she warmed up in her talk. She was
not small, but her white canvas shoes
would stand within the palm of my
hand. tried that one day when the
steward was pipeclaying them. She'd a
guitar with her on board, and when we
got to south across the bay and the
nights grew warm she'd sit out in the
moonlight and sing. Her music was
nothing in my line, though 1t was all
of tiighty sort. But, then, it was not
made directly for my pleasure. Cameron
was the man she sang for, and, though
at first she disguised this, before we
rose the Canary mountain above the
sea line she was not shy of letting it be
seen by any one who chose to look. And
Willie Cameron liked her in return,
and, if ever l saw it, love glowed out
OF the eyes of those two.
We We're fellow countrymen, Cam
eron and q am Scottish myself), and
Audubon County journal. (Exira, Iowa) 1884-1993, 1899-07-13

told him so more than once. 1 1auu1eu
at the time that Miss Bradbury was
telling him the same every day. But he
didn't take any notice Of either of us,
nor did Storey, the other diver, and the
pair of them just worked themselves to
rags.
A stopper was put on their game,
however, in way they did not expect.
The steward brought word one morning
that the captain wanted to see me, and
l turned out of my bunk and went on
deck. He seemed in bit of worry.
Mr. Storey's had stroke" says he
1--WE told that man dozen times to
take drugs, sir Z" said I. '.and he never
would.
drugs are all very we'll for US.
Mac, says he, "that have ordinary
stomachs, but drugs wouldn't have
saved Storey what he's got. and that's
paralysis.
My certie!" said l.
cts true, )" said the old man. sit
took him while he was in the boat.
Cameron had just gone down and Storey
was going to follow when he was seized.
They took off his helmet and brought
him back here, and he's down in his
room now with bali of him dead and no
speech left,
"1t's complaint, I've heard, that
often does seize divers.
cit does if they stick to the trade too
long. Well. Mac, I'm wanting some
one to take his place, and | give Won
first offer. It'll mean e5 a week above
and beyond your present pay, and
there's nothing to hinder your earning
it, -
Nothing that l see, sir. Storey and
| are just in build and can wear his
suit.
Every well, then, just give me your
hand for half minute and look me in
the eye.
did that
"Now, said he, "you re servant of
the Corinth Salvage association, and
I'm another Your father was gentle
man, WASH t he?'
"He was that, sir, and one of the
most honored Free kirk ministers in
Scotland =
'Then You must be a gentleman, too,
though dare say you are not always
treated as such Now swear to me, Mac,
on your honor, as gentleman, that
you'll be true to those that are employ
ing you.
| looked at him in the face and did it
cheerfully. When a man treats me
properly (and God knows few enough of
them have tried iD he's got fellow to
work for him he ought to value highly.
| got into the suit as the boat rowed
me out to the buoy. and when we pick
ed up the mcoring the men screwed on
the helmet for me and started the air
pump. 1t wasn't new experience to
me; I'd been diving before in the Clyde
to bore holes into a sunken pier with a
ratchet drill
l went over the side. took the rope
and lowered myself hand over fist
through the gray water till the leaden
soles on my feet touched ground. The
corky feeling was bit new again at
first. but l soon got over that, and
then. as my air valves were working all
right, and could breathe quite easily,
| set about looking for Cameron He
Audubon County journal. (Exira, Iowa) 1884-1993, 1899-07-13

HeGd1che stopped in 20 minutes by rr
SleS / IN PILLS. "ODa cent dos"
Audubon County journal. (Exira, Iowa) 1884-1993, 1899-07-13

me gold acds beneath aud around us, In
iron bound boreS.
side my rubber clothes. Then thought
good to see exactly what was going to
happen and slipped through the hatch
after Cameron
We were in Corinth's strong room
The gold was beneath and around US,
IN iron bound boxes. built together like
the bricks of wall Cameron lifted an
end of one of the boxes and nodded his
helmeted head toward me impatiently
l took hold. and together we swung it
up through the water and out through
the matches. Then he scrambled up him
self, and followed. Again we lifted
the box. treading with care along the
The times., 1899-01-15

80 dozen corset covers. Two styles.
one is lace trimmed, the other en-
broidery trimmed and made of
good quality muslin, Finished Or
The times., 1899-01-15

Mary Anne. who lived with US from my
very earliest recollection until she died
in Gus house many years after-wouid
there were more like her. She never
wore 4 cap-nOt she-and. indeed. as l look
back | cannot remember that / ever saw
a maid with a cap on anywhere, although
there may have been sCme who wore them
| felt so happy and proud when the callers
began to come several at a time-some
throwing a card on the hall table as they
passed it, and some walking straight in.
hat in hand. to be out again in two min
utes. Some never sat down for a second.
but simply said Happy New Year, Mrs.
s." and Fine day or Bad day" and
then went away
Early in the day no one ever took any
thing" that is. to eat or drink. but about
l o'clock as | have said. the men who came
to lunch appeared. took fftheir coats
when they came in. and announced that
they were all ready for "a glass OF the
captains old wine" and all the good
things were spread before them. Some
times so many came at once that the sa-
cred nest of Chinese tables was taken apart
and set about" for the men who could not
sit down at the big table. My mother usu-
ally had young cousin or niece with her,
but sometimes she and my grandmother
received alone. | was always glad when
one OF the girls came, for then We were so
much more CAV as all her beauX came:
and once one brought what I had never
seen before. a whole box of French candy.
If a family was in mourning, or Tor
any other redsCn did not receive 4 bas-
ket was hung out on the door handle. to
hold the cards. and so save the time of the
callers. But the city grew larger and
larger, and the custom died out. partly be-
cause the distances to be covered became
too great, and partly because during the
latter part of the war and after it the
great increase in luxurious living among
people to whom money was a new pos
session led to various abuses Of the day.
and much that was foreign to the original
spirit crept in This observance of the
day had to go. for it belonged to the old
order of things. but it was cheerful and
friendly custom. and lent a pleasant dis
tinction to the beginning of the new year.
The times., 1899-01-15

quietly. please don't talk like one just
to annoy me-
1t was hard hitting-the gloves oil on
both sides. Each drew long breath. The
level shadows of the tree-trunks lay thick
and black across the orchard grass.
You despise me" he said; don't try
to make me despise you. Not that you
could | know you better than you know
yourself How could / know what chance
there was for me in London? q. have
found you. and found yo,3here. If l had
gone to college-if my father had not
sown wheat that year. l should be your
social equal. and a gentleman"
You have good deal of faith in Ok
ford she said, with cold malice.
You'll only be sorry afterwsrd, he
said. Why hit man when he's down?
| love you from your head Ia your feet l
love your voice. and your dear brown
eyes, and that smile of yours. | love you,
body, soul, and spirit; but I'm not worthy
to tell you So Forgive me and forget it.
1t was for you | wanted to go to college,
for you / went to London. l was a fool,
but it was for you, because | have dream
ed OF you all my life. Now I've told you,
and it's all over
What are you going 10 do? Shall you
go back to London Her voice was low,
and not quite steady.
NO; I've had enough of that. | shall
stay here and help my father to work the
farm. Yes. | shall have books-I know
you despise them, but that's because you
have got all you want out of them. | shall
help to farm the land, and look after my
mother. and read, and try to forget you
He had risen and stood looking down at
her. She rose, too. They stood looking at
each other. He was no longer boy to her
eyes-he was a man. and her master. She
perceived now how the affectations that had
annoyed her were not part of the man,
! but merely the trappings he had put on
| foolishly, vainly put onto gain her ap-
| proval. She thought of his life alone at
the farm; she thought OF her life, alone
| in the crowded high school. She raised
| her eyes to his, and her eyes were full OF
| tears
| Don't be unhappy about me. he said,
| eagerly. Il ought never to have told you.
| and it is not so hard really, as if | had
never known you, for then | could never
| have settled down here, where ! really
| belong, and have done my plain duty. |
| should have wandered all over the world
| looking for you. Now | shall have the
| memory of you to keep me company, and
l can do what l ought to have done long
ago, and what | should have wanted TO do
/ but for wanting to find you. You are not
to be unhappy am not; | am glad
Her tears brimmed over and fell This,
then, was the nature he had thought too
| poor TO show her; this the soul he had
| covered up with borrowed plumes
Forgive me- he said again Il ought
not to have told you, but | never thought
it would hurt you like this. Believe me,
| shall be glad all my life that l have
| known you. and all the farm and the
fields about will be dear to me forever
now. You will do me good, and not evil,
all the days of your life.
She made two steps toward him, and laid
her arm his shoulder and her wet
cheek to his.
Il will, please Cod" she said.
The borrowed plumes had fallen away.
and there was nothing now between his
soul and herS-London Sketch.
The times., 1899-01-15

person from Girton wants this sort of en-
tertaining She doesn't 1 assure you; she
just wants 10 look about and see things
happen. see how the flowers grow, and
what the pigs eat. and how sheep come
into the fold, and wonder how the chick
ems know when it's time TO be fed
He stood looking at her, still wistfully.
You're not angry with me, are you?"
he said.
Angry? No. of course not and you
mustn't be angry with me. 1t was very
bad-tempered of me. because | know you
were only doing it 10 please me. But you
won't any more, Will you? It's not neces-
sary."
What am l to talk about, them
q have an idea" she said, flashing
brilliant smile al him. Let us never talk
at all, unless We have something we very
much want to say"
He smiled back at her. but his smile
was a little sad. Yet he accepted the new
basis of conversation. In the first day or
two their talk lost in bulk. but in quality
it gained. Then Miss Roscommon awoke
to the fact that he was talking as much
as ever, and she more than ever before.
And now she began TO perceive glimpses
of the real man, of the passionate love of
all things beautiful that had lain beneath
his veneer of cheap culture. He talked no
more of literature and art. Nor did he
talk of himself. But he spoke OF his faith
er. and she respected him He spoke of
his mother and the little dead sister and
something like tenderness began to soften
the respect She say how the pastoral
peace Of the old place held his soul, and
she wondered how he could ever have torn
himself from it TO go into the mantles ."
To go TO college, yes; but into the man
| tles," But this was one OF The things
| of which he never spoke.
Her time of holiday was nearly over be-
! fore she learned that he wrote verses.
Trembling, and yet happy, he read them to
| her one golden afternoon in the orchard.
| And they were good verses. They accen-
| tuated her curiosity as to his choice of a
! career. The two were now so nearly
| friends that she dared TO speak her Won
| der.
why" she said you must love the
country in your heart. or you could never
write like this; you make dear little pic
lures in your verses. can't think why
you ever chose to go into business instead
of living here
He flushed hotly, and began to pull the
dry grass from the roots of the apple tree
Il didn't know" he said. Il had no
idea what business meant. | thought that
in London / should have some chance OF
meeting intellectual people"
That's hateful phrase" she said
sharply.
Then I'll change it, he said. and the
| voice was voice she had not heard be-
fore. 81 wanted to get to London because
/ thought had no chance here of meeting
you. Oh, of course, | don't mean Miss
Mabel Roscommon; but you don't sup
pose / have never dreamed of a woman
| like you, woman who knows all the
things / want to know. and never had the
chance to know; a woman | could worship
as / worship you, my scornful lady?'
His voice was hard, defiant and hel
eyes were hard and scornful. She wa!
very angry.
And so you thought you would NEE
me, or my like. among the young ladie!
who serve in the mantles.' Thank you.
You aren't snob, really" he sait