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! ..The Filibusters of Venezuela.. Or the Trials of a Spanish Girl. ** • By SEWARD W. HOPKINS. • • Copyrighted 190{} by Robert Bonner's Sons. • CHAPTER XVII. A Man of Nerve. On the very summit of a high hill, almost worthy of the name of moun- tain, a man was standing. From his splendid point of vantage he could look far to the east, west, north and south. He calmly raised a pair of field-glasses to his eyes and scanned, with seeming indifference, the horizon on all sides of him. Not far distant aman, clad in leath- ern'jacket and great boots, knelt on the ground piling up some fagots of dried wood he had collected, and un- der them he placeda handful or two of long, dry graSs. Then, taking a match-box from the pocket of his leathern Jacket, he proceeded, solemn- ly and with an air of performing a most important duty, to light a fire. Close by his side lay the carcass of a deer, and not far away, tethered to a ~hort, thick tree, were two horses. The man with the field-glasses, hav- ing finished his survey of his vast sur- roundings, calmly let them fall to the l~ngth o~ the strap that passed over his stalwart shoulder, and taking a leathern pouch from his pocket, pro- ceeded to extract enough tobacco therefrom to fill a short black pipe Which he also drew forth from the same convenient pocket. "William, a match," he said. turning toward his companion and standing with outstretched hand. "Yes. yes, me lord." was the reply, andWilliam leaped to his feet. whipped out his match-box again, and proceed- ed to light his master's pipe. "Did you see hanythink her them, me lord?" he asked, returning to his task of cutting a roast from the car- cass of the~ deer. The man addressed, who was no other than the renowned sportsman and globe-trotter, Lord Chugmough, of Chugmough Heath, puffed at his pipe a moment, so that the light obtained from William might be made to hold. "No, William." he replied at last. speaking with the inimitable drawl that had made him famous in London. New York, Algiers, Australia, Africa, and every other spot on the footstool where a wealthy, eccentric and adven- turous Englishman is likely to be f~nd. "No, William, I do not see them." Then, eying critically the culi- nary performances of William, Lord C, hugmough leuned against a ~tumpy tree and puffed Contentedly on his pipe. "William," he drawled again, "do you know, I fear they may be lost?" William, who was by that time turn- l~g the savory hunk of venison over the fire, nearly lost it, but by an effort of his will retained his composure, which at all times he endeavored to make equal to that of his world-re- nowned master. "Very well, me lord." he said. The fact was that Lord Chugmough and William were lost themselves. Now, Lord Chugmough had hunted elephants in India, gor|llas in Africa, and had been, in his turn, hunted by the mammas of marriageable young ladies in England until his tranquil xoul rebelled, and hearing that the un- tried forests south of the Orinoco teemed and swarmed with animal li*fe, and were. in fact, a veritable paradise for sportsmen, he had forthwith set sail in his yacht, Cheerway, with as gay" and adventurous a party as he could collect. The Cheerway "had put in at La Guayra; Lord Chugmough and his party had visited Caracas. and endeav- ored to obtain there a guide to the southern forests, and failed for much the same reason that a sportsman wishing to hunt the few remaining bison on the American prairie would fail to find a suitable guide in Wash- ington or New York. So the Cheerway set sail again, Lord ~hugmough having satisfied the gov- ernment that he was not engaged in filibustering, and after a pleasant sail. ascended the Orinoco to Bolivar where the party landed, obtained guldes and horses, and started for the mountains and forests far to the south. But before they reached the moun- ~ains they enjoyed some sport, and it ~as not many miles from the Castle of Salvarez that the party had espied a deer. and Lord Chugmough. in fol- lowing It, had become separated from his party; but, heedless of that fact, he kept on, covering mile after mile, fol- lowed by William, until his compan- ions were no longer to be seen. The deer was at last k~illed, but so far had Lord Cllugmough traveled and so many ways had the deer turned that Lord Chugmough had not the least idea in which direction he ought to go to find his friends. Therefore, having first gained pos- session of the dead deer, he went up on the summit of a hill of which he had come within a short distance, to survey the country, and learn, if pos- sible, where the remainder of his party was; but not a sign of them could he see. Thus it may well be understood how difficult it was for William to restrain his mirth when his .master uttered his solemn announcement that he feared his companions, with their guides, were lost. Now it so happened that Sir Gallop- ing Grace and George, Viscount Els- mere, wl~o were next of importance in the Cheerway's party to Lord Chug- mough hlmself, grew pale with appre- hension when their host failed to ap- pear after several hours' absence. They knew he had started in a norther- ly direction, but no one had ever yet known Lord Chugmough to keep in one direction very long, and it was highly probable that if a search-party was sent off to the north Lord Chug- mough would calmly walk into camp from the south, and then it would be necessary to send out another party to recover the first one. So they waited, and continued to wait until it became the unanimous opinion of the party that Lord Chug- mough and William had been killed or lost their way, and the indecision of Sir Galloping Grace and George, Vis- count Elsmere, gave way to a firm de- termination to go in search of their companion. But this resolve was nulli- fied by the refusal of the guides to go a step. "No, senor," said one of them, "it would be dangerous• See there!" Sir Galloping followed the index finger of the guide with his glance, and at once began to fear, not only for Lord Chugmough's safety, but for his own and everybody's• For the guide was not without rea- son in refusing to go farther into danger. The sky, which had so far been de- cent enough, clear now and then, with intermittent rain clouds, was now frightful to behold• ° Great banks of hideous blackness were rolling and tumbling toward them, and the w~nd. which had sud- denly risen, increased to the force of a tempest• "To shelter!" cried one of the guides, "Francisco's house is not far away. Follow me." Forgetting Lord Chugmough and ev- erything else save their own impend- ing danger, they mounted their plung- ing, snorting horses and followed their fleeing guides over the long grass, now flattened to the ground by the wind, to a large two-story structure of wood and cement, where Pedro Francisco had his home. Pedro, as we know, was away from' home, but his house-servants wen comed the Engllshmen and gave them shelter, and it was not a moment too soon that ,they reached the friendly roof. The wind increased in fury, the clouds grew blacker and thicker and overspread the sky, and then there came a downpour of rain such as Venezuela had never k~own before• The tiny streams in the mountains swelled tq the dimensio~ of rivers. The rippling brooks became roaring, rushing torrents. The streams that flowed north into the Orinoco tumbled and roared and lashed thmr banks, and then rushed over them on the flat- lands. The streams flowing into the Orinoco from the north copied after those on the south until the great river itself was lashed to a fury never seen on its broad bosom before, and up, up its angry waters came until even the hog-back was covered, the Turtle was torn from her moorings and carried out to sea. and the people ,of Bolivar were compelled to seek higher ground to save themselves from the overwhelming flood. It was an occasion to wring the souls of men, to destroy hope, to plunge hu- manity into despair. It even elicited from Lord Chug- mough, as he watched the roaring, seething t~rrents about him, the re- mark to William: "William, this is quite a--quite a shower, don't you know." CHAPTER XVIII. The Ruined Temple. When the wind first began to roar and shriek over the hih on which. Lord Chugmough and William had pitched their temporary camp, the first disastrous result was that their horses, which, perhaps, knew enough to rec- ognize the warning in the sound, broke their bounds and galloped away. As the patter of their feet on the hillside died away, Lord Chugmough shrugged his shoulders. "Our 'osses 'ave gone, me lord," said William. "So I have discovered, William." was the calm reply. "But I was getting rather we~/ry of the brutes, to tell the truth. We will walk awhiie now." "Just so, me lord. Walkin' his 'ealthy herexcise, prowldin' a man 'as a comfortable sidewalk to take 'is con- stitutlonal hen•" Lork Chugmough waved his hand depreciatingly. "Habout the deer, me lord, the 'oases bein' gone----" "Don't alarm yourself needlessly, William," said Lord Chugmough. "I will carry the deer on my shoulder." Suiting the action to the word, when Lord Chugmough had got his pipe fairly alight, he seized the half- skinned carcass of the deer and slung it across his shoulder with apparently no effort. "Come, William," he said, and he led the way down the eastern slope of the mountain. After he had walked some distance through cedar, caoutchouc and ebony trees, he paused. "Williatn," he said, "it seems to me that we haye here a sort of path where people have recently walked. The path did not lead straight up the mountain, toward the top, but wound around it. Lord Chugmough struck into the path, and William fol- lowed him. After walking a short distance, they came upon an old stone~ ruin. "What have we here, William?" asked Lord Chugmough. "Looks werry like a hold stone c~ap- el, my lord." "Stone chapel! Stone prison, you mean• However, it has a roof and three sides. We will occupy it, Wil- liam." "Yes, me lord." The old ruin to which they had ac- cidentally found the way was one of the relics of an ancient barbaric power, the truth concerning which is vaguely guessed at by students of today. Inside this strange place, the en- trance to which was nearly the entire open front, the stones having here fallen down, there were the charred remains of what had once been a fire, and otl~er evidences that the natives had adopted the ancient ruin for their modern worship, even though they were ignorant of its early uses. Lord Chugmough threw the deer down on the earthen floor. "William," he said, "it must occur to you that we are two most fortunate men." "Hit 'as, me lord, werry true." "I wish, William, that our friends had not been socareless and lost them- selves. Judging from present indica- tions, we are going to have a storm, and they may be less fortunate than ourselves in finding shelter. If they had not been so reckless~if they had kept closer to us, William- " "Yes. me lord," said William, think- ing that the portly Sir Galloping Grace "and others of the party would have some difficulty in keeping close up with Lord Chugmough. "William," said the English sports- man, "to be prepared for emergencies, you had better gather some sticks while they are dry. You know, Wil- liam, that we have been in similar sit- uations before, and our greatest trou- ble has always been in trying to make wet sticks burn." "Werry true, me lord; they most halways splutter some." • William began at once, Just outside the solid inclosure, to gather wood, and he was none too soon, for the gale had become so furious and the sky so black that it seemed impossible for even the old ruin to remain standing, and with a sudden "boom," the rain began to fall in torrents. The wind .wailed and shrieked around the thick stone walls, and the slanting roof of thatch and hide seem- ed in danger of being carried away. • But the ruined temple was not more than twenty-five feet high at the high- est point, and the trees that towered above it and bent before the awful blast broke its power, so that down in its sheltered spot the fastenings of the roof held good, and the interior of the old temple was dry and comfort- able. All day it rained, and at night Wll- llam made a fire of a portion of the wood he had gathered, and another chunk of the appetizing venison was swung into it to roast. All night it stormed, and torrents of water rus]~ed down the mountain past the stone ;ruin, where Lord Chug- mough aft@" William slept as calmly and as peacefully as they would in their beds on board the Cheerway, or at Chugmough Heath, where, in fact they slept most uncomfortably of all. And another day worse than the first followed, and Lord Chugmough began to wonder if the monotony of it would last much longer. It was the evening of the second day of the storm, and Lord Chugmougb sat smoking in one corner of the stone ruin, and William was preparing the usual meal of venison, when, in the gloom, a peculiar shadow loomed up in the opening at the e~d, Lord Chug, mough at once saw that it was a man carrying a heavy burden. He seized his rifle and took aim. (To be continued.) Emerson smn Model. Mr. D. C. French, the sculptor, tells with much relish, the story of his ex- periences when he was commissioned to make the bust of Ralph Waldo Em- erson, which• is now in Memorial hall of Harvard university. At one of the sittings, says Mr. French, ]~Ir. Emerson rose suddenly and walked over to where the artist was working. He looked long and earnestly at the bust, and then, with an inimitably droll ex- presslon, he said: "The trouble is the more it resembles me the worse it looks." After the sculptor had finish- ed the bust he asked Mr. Emerson to inspect It. The philosopher's opinion was characteristically ~terse. "Well," he said at-last, "that is the face I shave•" Mr. Eme~rsen, Mr. French relates, made one of his quaint observations about another bust, the work of another artist. It was a char- acterless kind of thing, and showed not the slightest hint of the Emerson char. acter. After looking it over, Emer- son said: "It looks as harmless as a parsnip, doesn't it?" Slatln Pssh~. " A most exciting career has been that of Sir Rudolph Slatln. better known as Slatln Pasha. He left Vienna, his birthplace, when alad of 17, to become a clerk in a commercial house in Cat- ro, and six years later came under the notice of Goardon, who appointed him governor of Darfur. In this position he became known as "The Hammer of the Arabs," owing to his many vic- tories over the turbulent tribes, but in 1883 he had to surrender•to the Mahdi Then began an imprisonment that • lasted till 1896, when, by secret aid from the authorities at Cairo, Slatin managed to escape. The late queen had Sir Rudolf at Windsor several times to hear him relate his adven- tures. IAttle minds are tamed and subdued by misfortunel but great minds el~ above lt.--W.ashington Irving. II r I I I I I lll Gt e .YGOKE,Y-FI, YK. 4 'RA GE :D 3)., "Ed" Stokes is dying--dying of old age, and perhaps regrets. In a few days, as days go, he will cross to that unknown to which• he sent "Jim" Fisk thirty years ago. There will be left then of a trio only a woman--a bro- ken-down woman, "Josle" Mansfield. Thirty years ago, "Josie" Mansfield triumphed over the honor, the busi- nes~ affairs, the reputations and the eternal happiness of "Ed" Stokes and "Jim" Fisk. She plunged the affairs of the Erie railroad and Jay Gould into a whirlpool of litigation, scandal and shame that ended in murder. Fisk is dead. Gould is at rest. Stokes is dying• The Mansfield lives abroad~-in Paris. From 1860 to 1867 she lived in Bos- ton-in good society, she always claimed. In 1867 she secured a dt- clothes on her back, but her animal beauty remained with her. He built her a palace at 329 West Twenty-third street, and there he and his friends reveled night after night, and there In time came Edward S. Stokes. Stokes was of good blrth and breeding, a Wall street clerk of hand- some personality and features, whom Fisk took a fancy to one day and made his protege. Fisk thought that Stokes was about to betray him. Its therefore forced down the stocks in which the latter was interested. Stokes was thus al- most financially ruined. It was said at the time that the woman in the case told Stokes to kill Fisk. However this may have been, Stokes left her house the afternoon of Jan. 6, 1872. He went to the Grand Cen.- was seven steps up when he saw~ Stokes, his right arm resting on the' standard at the head of the stairs, a pistol in his hand. Without speakin~ Stokes fired twice. The first bullet took effect In the abdomen, the second in the left arm. Fisk fell to the floor. Stokes walked away, but was capture& before he could leave the hotel. Fisk was carried upstairs, a~d Jay Gould and "Boss" Tweed came to ht~ bedside. He died the next day, but "Josie' Mansfield was not with him. Instead came his wife and his broth- ers, and they remained with him to. the end. Colonel "Jim" Fisk was buried with honors such as New York bestowed, upon few men. Tweed blubbered an{t even Gould cried. Stokes remained lm prison. "He hired the best counsel l~ vorce from her husband, a man by the ] tral Hotel, where he stationed himself name of Lawlor. and went upon .theI in the corridor of the parlor floor, stage. She could not act. but men carelessly walking up and down, and could look at her and her tigress not appearing to be interested in any- beauty. She appeared in New York, thing in particular. The .main stair- but did net succeed. She solicited an case was in front of him. audience with "Jim" Flsk. She was Thus stationed he saw Fisk enter penniless then and only possessed the and start up the stairs. Tbe latter EDWARD STOK]~S. the land and was tried three time~ the last time being convicted of man- slaughter in the third degree. Grover Cleveland pardoned him from prison in 1877 after he had served~four years, Something of his fortune was left,',and on that he has lived an earth pariah ever since. He Is at the home of a sister, now dying• The Mansfield woman fled to Boston after Flsk's death. From there abe removed to Paris. In 1891 she mar- ried Robert L. Reade, formerlydf~Mln- neapolis and New York. S~nCo ,~b~a she ha# lived in comparative Obecu~, lty. She is wealthy--most of her mon- ey dame out of Flsk and Stokes. A MEMORABLE CABINET. When the Confederate States gov- ernment was organized, in February, 1861, Jefferson Davis named as his cabin,t,; Robert Toombs, secretary of state~":i~harl~s G. Memminger, secre- t~F~ th~ treasury; L Pope Walker, s~ex~e~'ry of war; S. R. Mallory, secre- t~;:~of the navy; John H. Reagan, postmaster general, and Judah P. Ben- Jamin, attorney general. Before the year ended, R. M. T. Hunter had suc- ceeded Toombs as secretary of state, and Judah P. Benjamin succeeded Walker as secretary of war. In 186} Benjamin became secretary of state, James A. Seddon secretary of war, and Thomas H. Watts became at- torney general, to be succeeded in 1863 by George Davis. In 1864 George A. Trenholm succeeded Memminger as secretary oft he treasury, and in Jan- uary, 1865, General John C. Breckin- ridge became secretary of war, Seddon resigning because of criticism by the Virginia legislature. All of these cabinet officers, except Reagan, are dead. Too~bs died in 1885, Hunter in 1887, Memminger in 1888, Breckinrldge in 1875. ' Of the cab- lnet officers-with Mr. Davis from first to last, Mallory died in 1573, Benjamin in Paris in 1884, and Reagan, the sole survivor of them all, is reported by the dally press to be fighting his last fight against death, at the age of 83. Benjamin was the only one of the Davis cabinet who declined to accept the situation after the war. ~Ie went abroad in lS65 and lived Sbroad until his death. Hunter acted with the Democratic party, and Just before his death was appoi~lted to a Federal of- rice by President Cleveland. Reagan was the only member of the cabinet captured with Mr. Davis, but soon itfter his capture he wrote an open letter to the people of Texas ad- vocatlngilaws which should grant ne- groes clYil rights and political rights W~th an educational qualification. This letter greatly excited the Democrats of Texas, but in 1874 they elected Mr. Reagan to congress, where he became • onspieuoua ln~ lnterstat~ commerce l~lslatio~. In 1887 he took his seat in the U~nited States senate, and since that time has been one of the most pronounced nationalists .in the South. All of Mr. Lincoln's two cabinets are dead, so that Mr. Reagan is the sole survivor of all the cabinet officers of the great war period. The distinguished Texan is a type of southern gentleman that is rapidly passing away. He was born 85 years ago in Tennessee, and drifted, when almost a boy, into this section of the country. In 1856 Texas sent him to Congress, and four years later he re- signed his seat to become postmaster EX-SENATOR REAGAN. eneral and secretary of the treasury in Mr. Davis' cabinet. THE RICH MAN AND THE CHURCH. President Blanchard of Wheaten co$- lege, in an address delivered the other day at a meeting of the Congregation- al ministers of Chicago, was unusually severe against the tenderness and con- • sideratlon with which some ministers treat their wealthy parishioners. All the sheep in the flock should be treat- ed alike or if any distinction is to be made it should be in favor of the poor. The rich, having more of the root of evil in their hearts, are presumably more evil In their lives and should be urged as often as possible to obey the apostolic command by '~Koing to" in order that they may "weep and howl." Nor will any harm be done if they are reminded on, Sunday morn- ings that the Magnificat still eontalns the remark about the ~ich havlng been sent empty, away. Mr. Blanchard's wishes in this mat- ter are unexceptionable. They pro- ceed upon tile excellent principle that. things temporal should be ~of minor importance in a religious body where, the obJec~ of endeavor is to be found In things eternal. But it wo~d seem that before this principle, excellent as it is, could be Ifut in operation, there would have to be certain changes tn the organization of a great many churches, especially In the larger cities.But what can be done about it as long as the congregation will not make up Its mind to get along without the money for which It pays ~o heavy a price? Women in New York. The Women's Municipal League of New York is actively engaged in rals- ing funds to further the inte~mts of the fusion campaign against Tam- many. They are distributing Intm- phlets showing how vies is being pro- '~ '~ retted under Tammany rule and lt l~ .... for this purpose chiefly that they are raising a campaign fund. "Osculation In No~we~F. Sixty per cent of t~e popu~ of Norway llve by agriculture, IS~'~i~r ~at by manufacturing and lumbering, 1@ per cent by commerce and U~de, I$ Per cent by mining, and the remainder am in the professlon~ and the army and ' navy and engaged in different employ- merits. Professor W.~ D. Gibbs of the Ohio State University has been elected pro- feseor of agricUlture and director of the e~periment station at the New Hampshire College of Agriculture an~ Mechanic Arts at Durham. N. H. A l~tal card sen~ Paris via San~ Francisco, the world in cent&