Batesville Herald. (Batesville, Tex.), Vol. 13, No. 45, Ed. 1 Friday, June 27, 1913 Page: 3 of 8
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_ Agatha Redmond, opera singer. starting
*or an auto drive In New York, And* a
•tranfer aent aa her chauffeur. Later
«_.e »cco»ted by a stranger who climb*
VJt0 the auto and chloroforiua her. Jamea
ft*Jn5J*t°n of Lynn. Mass., wltnesaea the
abduction of Agatha Redmond. Hamble-
.■•e* Agatha forcibly taken aboard a
.a "* secures a tug and when near
yacht dropa overboard. Aleck Van
vamp, friend of Hambloton. had an ap-
pointment with him. Not meeting Ham-
meton, he makes a call upon fnenda,
Madame and Mies Melanie Reynler fie
propo.ee to the latter and Is refuaed. The
!...r*w arrange a coast trip on Van Camp's
yacht, the Sea OuM. Hambleton wakes
up on board the Jeanne D'Arc, the yacht
on which Is Agatha Redmond. He meets
a. mftn who Introduces himself as Mon-
sleur Chatelard, who la Agatha’s abduc-
!2r- They fight, but aro Interrupted by
k ■‘nl,ln* of the vessel. Jimmy and
Agatha are abandoned by the crew, who
take to the boats. Jimmy and Agatha
awlm for hours and Anally reach shore
In a thoroughly exhausted condition. Re-
covering slightly, the pair And Hand, the
chauffeur who assisted In Agatha's ab-
duction. He agrees to help them. Jtm Is
delirious and on the verge of death. Hand
.goes for help. He returns with Dr.
Thayer, who revives Jim, and the party
la conveyed to Charlesport, where Aga-
tha a property Is located. Van Camp and
his party, In the Sea Oull, reach Charles-
port and get tidings of the wreck of the
Jeanne D Arc. Aleck And. Jim on the
verge of death and Agatha in despair.
Dr. Thayer declares hts sister, Mra. Stod-
“gcd. Is the only one who can save Jim.
She Is a woman of strong religious con-
victions, and dislikes Agatha on account
of her profession. She refuses to nurse
Jim. Agatha pleads with her and she
consents to take the case. Hand explains
how he escaped frocu the wreck, though
he will say nothing concerning the ab-
duction. Lizzie,. Agatha’s maid, arrives
from New York. The Aght for Jim's
life goes on. Van Camp hears Agatha’s
wtory and gets on the track of Chatelard.
who escaped from the wreck. Hanible-
ton Is Anally out of danger. Chamber-
lain. friend of Van Camp, goes after
'Chatelard.
CHAPTER XVIII.—Continued.
‘‘Mr. Van Camp and hla friend came
In Just after I’d put you to bed, MIbb
Redmond, and ate a bite of breakfast
right oj^hat table; and 'twas a mercy
I)d all the kulch outer the at-
vie, as I did last week, for Mr. Van
Camp he wanted a place to sleep;
and he's up there now. Used to be a
whole lot er the parson’s books up
there; but I put them on a shelf in
the spare room. The other man went
■off toward the village.”
Agatha, looking about the pleasant
kitchen, was tempted to linger. Sal-
lle’a conversation yielded, to the dis-
cerning, something of the rich essence
of the past; and Agatha began to
yearn for a better knowledge of the
recluse who had been her friend, un-
known, through all the years. Hut she
remembered her Industrious plans for
the day and postponed her talk with
Sallle.
“1 remember there used to be a
grove, a stretch of wood, somewhere
beyond the church, Sallle. Which way
Is It—along the path that goes
through the churchyard?”
“No, this wav; right back er the
yard. Parson Thayer he used to walk
that way quite often,’’. Sallle went
with Agatha to another stile beyond
the churchyard, and pointed over the
pasture to a fringe of dark trees along
the farther border. ‘‘Right there by
that apple tree, the path Is. Qut don't
go far, Miss Redmond; the woods ain't
healthy."
"All right, Sallle; thank you. I’M
not stay long." She called Danny and
started out through the pasture, with
the hound, sober and dignified and
happy, at her heels.
The wood was cool and dim, with
an uneven wagon road winding In and
out between the stumps. Enormous
sugar-maples reared their forms here
and there; occasionally a lithe birch
lifted a tossing head; and, farther
within, pines shot their straight
trunks, arrow-llke, up to the canopy
above.
Farther along, the road widened Into
a little clearing, beyond which the
birch and maple trees gave place en-
tirely to pines and hemlocks. The un-
derbrush disappeared, and a brown
carpet of needles and cones spread far
under the shade. The leafy rustle of
the deciduous trees ceased, and a ma-
jestic stillness, deeper than thought,
pervaded the place. At the clearing
Juat within this deeper wood Agatha
paused, sat down on a stone and took
Danny's head In her lap. The dog
looked up Into her face with the wist-
ful. melancholy gase of hit kind. In-
articulate yet eloquent.
The aun was nearly at zenith, and
bright flecks of light lay here and
there over the brown earth As
Agatha grew accustomed to the shade,
It seemed pleasant and not at all un-
cheerful—the gaiety of sunlight sub-
dued only to a softer tone. The reso-
lution which had brought her thither
returned. 8hn stood up under the
dome of pines and began softly to sing,
trying her voice first In single tones,
then a scale of two, a trill. At first
her voice was not* clear, but as she
continued It emerged from Ita sheath
of huskiness clear and flutelike, and
liquid as the notes of the thrushes that
‘iiha'i-iiod the wood The nleasure of
the exercise grew, and presently,
warbling her songs there in the oth-
erwise pleasant forest, Agatha became
conscious of a strange accompaniment.
Pausing a moment, she perceived that
the grove was vocal with tone long
after her voice had ceased. It was
not exactly an echo, but a slowly re-
ceding resonance, faint duplications
and multiplications of her voice, gent-
ly floating Into the thickness of tha
forest.
Charmed, like a child who discovers
some curious phenomenon of nature,
Agatha tried her voice again and
again, listening, between whiles, to
the ghostly tones reverberating among
the pines. She sang the slow majestic
"Lascla ch'lo planga,” which has test-
ed every singer's voice since Handel
wrote It; and then, curious, she tried
the effect of the aerial sounding-board
with quick, brilliant runs up and
down the full range of the voice. But
the effect wras more beautiful with
something melodious and somewhat
slow; and there came to her mind an
old fasliloned song which, as a girl,
she had often sung with her mother:
“Oh! that we two were tnaylng
Down the stream of the soft spring
breeze."
She sang the stanza through, softly,
walking up and down among the pines.
Danny, at first, walked up and down
beside her gravely, and then lay down
in the middle of the path, keeping an
eye on Agatha's movements. Her
voice, pitched at Its softest, now
seemed to be Infinitely enlarged with-
out being made louder. It carried far
in among the trees, clear and Boft as
a wave-rlpple. Entranced. Agatha be-
gan the second part of the song, Just
for tho Joy of singing;
"Oh! that we two sat dreaming
On the sward of some sheep-trimmed
down—"
when suddenly, from the distance, an-
other voice took up the strain. Danny
was Instantly up and off to Investigate,
but presently came back wagging and
begging his mistress to follow him.
In spite of her surprise In hearing
another voice complete the duet.
Agatha went on with the song, hulf
singing, half humming. It was a wom-
an’s voice that Joined her’s. Binging
the part quite according to the book:
"With our limbs at rest on the quiet
earth's breast
And our souls at home with God!"
The pine canopy spread the voices,
first one and then the other, until the
wood w as like a vast cathedral filled
with the softest music of the orgau
pipes.
There was nobody In sight at first,
but as Agatha followed the path, she
presently saw a whlto arm and skirt
projecting from behind the trunk of a
tree. Danny, wagging slowly, ap-
peared to wish to make friends, and
before Agatha had time to wonder, the
stranger emerged and camo toward
her with outstretched hand.
"Ah, forgive me! 1 hid and then
startled you; but J was tempted by
the song. And this foroti temple—
isn’t It wonderful?"
Agatha looked at the stranger, sud-
denly wondering If she were not some
familiar but half-forgotten acquaint-
ance of yeara ngono. She was a beau-
tiful dark woman, probably two or
three years older than herself, mature
and self-poised as only a woman of the
cosmopolitan world can be. It might
be that compared to her Agatha was a
bit crude and unfinished, with the
years of her full blossoming yet to
come. 8he had no words at the mo-
ment. and the older woman, still hold-
ing Agatha's hand, explained.
"I did not mean to steal In upon
you; but as I came Into the grove 1
heard you singing Handel, and I
couldn't resist listening Your voice
Is wonderful! Especially here!” As
she looked Into Agatha's face, her aln
cere eyes and voice gave the praise
that no one can resist, tha tribute of
one artist to another.
This is, Indeed, a beautiful hall. I
found It out Just now by accident,
when I came up here to practice and
see If I had any voice left,” said
Agatha. She paused, as It suddenly
occurred to her that the visitor might
be James Hambleton’s sister and that
she was being delinquent as a hostess
"But come back to the house,” she ,
•aid ‘‘This Is not a hospitable place, |
exactly, to receive a guest.”
The stranger laughed gently. "Have
you guessed who 1 am, then? No?
Well, you seo I had the advantage of
you from the first. You are Mias Red-
mond, and I followed you here from
the house where your servant gave me
the directions. I am Miss Reynler,
Melanie Reynler, end I am staying at
the Hillside. Mr. Van Camp—" and to
her own great surprise Melanie I
blushed crimson at this point—"that
is, we, my aunt and I, were Mr. Van
Camp's guests on board the Sea Gull.
When he heard of the wreck of the
Jeanne D'Arc we put in to Cbarles-
port; though he has probably ex-
plained all this to you. It was such a
relief and pleasure to Mr. Van Camp
to find hla cousin, 111 as he was; for
he had feared the worst”
Agatha had ndt heard Mlaa Key-
nler’s name before, but she knew
vaguely that Mr. Van Camp had been
with a yachting party when he arrived
at Charlesport. Now that the was
face to face with Mlaa Reynler, a keen
liking and Interest, a quick confidence,
rose In her heart for her.
"Then perhaps you know Mr. Ham-
bleton,” said Agatha Impulsively.
“The fever turned last night. Were
you told that he is better?"
"‘No, I don't know him," said Me-
lanie, shaking her head. “Neverthe-
less, I am heartily glad to hear that
he Is better. Much better, they said
at the house.”
They had been standing at the place
where Agatha had first discovered her
visitor, but now they turned back lutp
the clearing.,
“Come and try the organ pipes
again,” she begged. They walked
about the wood, singing first one
strain and then another, testing the
curiously beautiful properties of the
footing of friendliness. It was evident
that each was capable of laying aside
formality, when she wished to do so,
pine dome. They were quickly on a
and each was, at heart, frank and sin-
cere. Melanie's talent for song was
not small, yet she recognized in
Agatha a superior gift; while, to Aga-
tha. Melanie Reynler seemed increas-
ingly mature, polished, full of charm.
They left the wood and wandered
back through the pasture and over tho
stile, each learning many things In re-
gard to the other. They spoke of the
place and Its beauty, and Agatha told
Melanie of the childhood memories
which, for the first time, she had re-
vived In their living background.
"How our thoughts change!" she
said at last. "As a child, I never felt
this farm to be lonely; It was the
most populous and entertaining place
In all tho world. I much preferred
the wood to anything In tho city. 1
love It now, too; but It seems the
essence of solitude to me.”
"That Is because you have been
where tho passions and restlessness
of men have centered. One la never
the same after that.”
“Strangely enough, the place now
belongs to me,” went on Agatha. "Par-
son Thayer, the former owner and
resident^, was my mother’s guardian
and friend, and left the place to me
for her sake.”
"Ah, that Is well!” cried Melanie.
“It will be your castle of retreat,
your Sans-Soucl, for all your life. I
envy you! It Is charming. Pastor—
Parson, do you say?—Parson Thayer
was a man of Judgment.."
“Yes, and a man of strange and
dominating personality, in his way
Everything about the house speaks of
him and his tastes. Even Danny here
follows me, I really believe, because
I am beginning to appreciate his for-
mer master.”
Agatha stooped and patted the dog's
head. Youth and health, helped by
the sympathy of a friend, were work-
ing wonders In Agatha. She beamed
with happiness.
“Come into the house," she begged
Melanie, "and look at some of his
books with me. But first we ll find
Sallle and get luncheon, and perhaps
Mr. Van Camp will appear by that
time. Poor man, he was quite worn
out. Then you shall aee Parson Thay-
er’s books and flowers, If you will."
They strolled over the velvet lawn
toward the front of the house, where
the door and the ldng windows stood
open. Down by the road, and close
to the lilac bushes that flanked the
gateway, stood a large silver-white
automobile—evidently Miss Reynler's
conveyance. The driver of the ma-
chine had disappeared.
"1 mustn’t trespass on yoar kindness
for luncheon today, thank you." Me-
lanie was saying; "but I’ll come again
soon. If I may.” Meantime she was
moving slowly down the walk But
Agatha would not have It so. She
clung to this woman friend with an
unwonted eagerness, begging her to
stay.
"We are quite alone, and we bare
been ao miserable over Mr. Hamble-
ton's Illness," she pleaded quite 11-
logically. “Do stay and cheer us up!”
And so Melanie was persuaded; eas-
ily, too. except for her compunctions
about abusing tho hospitality of a
household whose first care must neces-
sarily .be for the sick.
"I want to stay." the said frankly.
"The bouse breathes the very air of
the r -iden at all!" She walked back
over the lawn, looked admiringly out
toward the garden, with Ita purple and
yelAou flowers, then gazed Into the
lofty thicket above her head, where
thu i’tgh elm spread Us eantury-old1
branches. Agatha, atati<U*| a little
apart and looking at Melanie, was
again struck by some haunting fa-
miliarity about her face and figure.
8b*- " indj, ,it where ah# could have
seen M1&* Reynler before.
Aleck Van Camp, appearing round
the corner of the house, made elab-
orate bows to the two ladles.
"Good morning, Mies Redmond!" He
greeted her cordially, plainly glad to
see her. "I slept the sleep of the blest
up there In your fragrant loft. Good
morning. Mlaa Reynler!" He walked
over and formally took Melanie’s hand
for an Instant. "1 knew it was de-
creed that you two should be frlende.”
he went on, In his deliberate way. "In
fact. I've been waiting for the moment
when I could have the pleasure of in-
troducing yon myself, and here you
have managed to dlapenee with my
services altogether. But let me es-
cort you Into ths bouse. Sallle says
her raised biscuits are all ready for
luncheon."
Agatha, looking at her new friend's
vivid face, saw that Mr. Van Camp
was not an unwelcome addition to
their number. She had a quick su-
perstitious feeling of happiness at the
thought that the old red house, gath-
ering elements of Joy about Its roof,
was her possession and her home.
“I've promised to show Miss Rey-
nlcr some queer old books after lunch-
eon," she aald.
Aleck wrinkled his brow. “I'll try
not to be Jealous of them.”
CHAPTER XIX.
Mr, Chamberlain, 8leuth.
Unbeknown to hlinself, Mr. Cham-
berlain possessed the soul of a con-
spirator. Leaving Aleck Van Camp at
the crisp edge of the day, he fell In-
to deep thought aa he walked toward
the village. Aa he reviewed the In-
formation he had received, he came
more and more to adopt Agatha’s
cause as his own, and his spirit was
fanned Into the glow incident to the
chaBe.
He walked briskly over the country
road, descended the steep hill, turn-
ing over the facts, as he knew them.
In his inlnd. By tho time he reached
Charlesport, he regarded his honor as
a gentleman Involved In the capture
of the Frenchman. Hts knowledge of
the methods of legal prosecutions,
even in his own country, was extreme-
ly hazy. He had never been In a sit-
uation, In his hitherto peaceful career,
in which It had been necessary to ap-
peal to the law, either on hla own
behalf or on that of his friends.
Legal processes In America were
even less known to him, but he was
not daunted on that account. He re-
membered Shelock Holmes and
Raffles; he recalled Bill Sykes and Du-
bose, dodging the operations of Jus-
tice; and In that romantic chamber
that lurks somewhere in every man’s
make-up, he felt that classic tradition
had armed him 'with all the prepa-
ration necessary tor heroic achieve-
ment. He, Chamberlain, was unex-
pectedly called upon to act as an agent
of Justice against chicanery and vio-
lence, and It was not In him to shirk
the task. His labors, which, for the
greater part of his life, had been ex-
pended in tracing the evolution of
blind fish In Inland caves, had not es-
pecially fitted him for dealing with the
details of such a case as Agatha's; but
they had left him eminently well
equipped for discerning right prin-
ciples and embracing them.
Chamberlain’s flist move was to vis-
it Big Simon, who directed him to tho
house of the Justice of the peace. Is-
rael Cady. Squire Cady, In his shirt-
sleeves and wearing an old faded silk
hnt, was la his side yard endeavoring
to coax the fru)t down gently from a
nourishing pear tree.
’’You wait Just a minute, If you
please, until I get these two plump
pears down, and i’ll be right there,’
he called courteously, without looking
away from his lcng-handled wire
scoop.
Mr. Chamberlain strolled Into the
yard, and after watching Squire Cady’s
exertions for a minute or two. offered
to wield the pole himself.
“Takes a prn-uty steady hand to get
those big ones off without bruising
them,” cautioned the squire.
But Chamberlain s hand was stead
iness itself, and his eyesight much
keener than the old man’s The re-
sult was highly satisfactory. No less
than a dozen ripe pears were twitched
off, Just In the nick of time, so far as
the eater was concerned.
"Well, thank you. sir; thank you."
said Squire Cady. ’’That Just goes to
show what the younger generation can
do. Now then, let’s see. Got any
pockets?”
Hs picked out six of the beat pears
and piled them la Chamberlain’s
hand*, (hen took off his rusty, old-
fash!.«aetf hat and filled It with the
rest of the fruit Chamberlain care-
rally etowed hie treasure* Into -the
wide pockets of hie tweed suit
"Now. elr,” Squire Cady aald heart-
ily, "we'll go Into my office and attend
to business. I'm not equal to Clncln-
natus, whom they found plowing his
Held, but I can take care of my gar-
den. Come In, elr, come in."
Chamberlain followed the tall spare
old figure Into the house. The squire
disappeared with hie pears, leaving
hla visitor in the narrow hall; but be
returned In a moment and led the way
Into hie office. It was a large, rag-
carpeted room, filled with all those
worsted knlcknacks which women
make, nod littered comfortably with
books and papers.
Squire Cady put on a flowered dress-
ing-gown, drew a pair of spectacles
out of a pocket, a bandana handker-
chief from another, and requested
Chamberlain to sit down and make
himself at home. The two men sat
facing each other near a tall aecre-
tary whose pigeonholes were stuffed
with papere In all stages of the yel-
lowing process. Squire Cady's fao*
was yellowing, like his papers, and It
was wrinkled and careworn; but hla
eyes were bright and humorous, and
hla voice pleasant Chamberlain
thought he liked him.
“Come to get a marriage license?”
the squire Inquired. Chamberlain Im-
mediately decided that he didn’t like
him, but he foolishly blushed.
"No, It’s another sort of matter," he
said stiffly.
"Not a marriage license! All right,
my boy," agreed Hqulre Cady.
” 'Tlan't the fashion to marry young
nowadays, I know, though 'twas the
fashion In ray day. Not a wedding!
What then?"
Then Chamberlain set to work to
tell hla story. Placed, hs It were, face
to face with the law. he realized that
he was but poorly equipped for car-
rying on actual proceedings, even
though they might be against Belial
himself; but he made a good front
and persuaded Squire Cady that there
was something to be done. The squire
was visibly affected at the mention of
the old red house, and fell Into a
rovery, looking off toward the fields
and tapping his spectacles on the desk.
"Hercules Thayer and I read Latin
together when we were boys,” he said,
turning to Chamberlain with a remi-
niscent smile on his old face. "And ho
licked me for liking Hannibal better
than Sclplo." He laughed heartily.
The faces of tho old sometimes be-
come like pictured parchments, and
soem to be lighted from within by a
faint, steady gleam, almost more beau-
tiful than the fire of youth. Aa Cham-
berlain looked, he decided once more,
and finally, that be liked Squire Cady.
“But I got even with Hercules on
Horace," the squire went on. chuckling
at Uls memories. “However," he
alghed, bb he turned toward Ills desk
again, "this Isn't getting out that war-
rant for you. We don’t want any
malefactors loose about Charlesport;
but you'll have to bo sure you know
what you're doing. Do you know the
man—can you Identify him?"
"1 think 1 should know him; but In
any case Miss ltedmond at the old red
house can Identify him.”
"We don’t wunt to arrest anybody
till wore sure we know what we're
about—that’s poor law,” said Squire
Cady, In a pedagogical and squlrelsh
tone, ae If Chamberlain were a mere
boy. But the Englishman didn't mind
that.
"I think I ran entlsTy you that we've
got the right man,” he answered “If I
find him and bring him to tho old red
house this afternoon, so that Miss Red-
mond can identify him, will you have
a sheriff ready to serve tho warrant?”
"Yes. 1 can do that."
"Very well, then, and thank you.
sir,” said Chamberlain, moving to-
ward the door. "And 1 m keen on
hearing how you got even with Mr.
Thayer on the Horace ”
The light behind the squire's parch-
ment face gleamed a moment.
“Come back, iny boy, when you’ve
done your duty by the law. Every
clti7.en should be a protector as well
as a keeper of the law. So come
again; the latch string Is always out.”
It was mid morning before the de-
tails connected with the sheriff were
completed. By this time Chamber-
lain’s heavy but sound temperament
had llftod Itself to Us task, gaining
momentum as the hours wont by. Hla
next step was to search out the
Frenchman. The meager Information
obtained the day before was to the ef-
fect that the marooned yachtowner
had taken refuge In one of the shacks
near the granite docks In tho upper
part of the village. He had persuaded
the caretaker of the sallora' reading
room to lend him money with which
to telegraph to New York, as the tele-
graph operator had refused to trust
him
(TO RR CONTINUED.)
His Love Beyond a Doubt
Surely Impossible to Aek Further
Proof After This Really Sublime
Declaration.
"Do you love me?" he ssked.
In reply the modern young girl
looked at the modem young man
with eyes perfenrld with emotion.
"Do 1 love you?" she repeated. "I
do. 1 love you psychologically, socio-
logically, economically. From the
psychologic standpoint, I feel that our
different organisms are ao nicely dif-
ferentiated as to form a properly ar-
tlculateo area of combined conscious-
ness. Sociologically, our Individual
environment bas been enough In con-
trast to form a proper basis for e
right union Economically, I feel
sure that when v* oom* to combine
ib-------
' we shall be able to Introduce Into the
management of our affairs tbs right
financial balanoe to produce the scien-
tific result which every well-ordered
j and conducted business produces
And now, how do yoc love me?"
The young man reached forward.
He clasped her swiftly but surely la
hla arms. He hugged her and kissed
her alabaster cheeks and her ruby
lips.
"How do I love your* he replied
"My dear girl, I love you Just as
much es If you really knew what you
were talking about."
—
CAM TO RESCUE
Death of Captain Anthony Re-
calls Famous Event.
Thrilling Btory of fteleasa of Six
Fenian Prisoners Prom British
Penal Colony In Australia
Many Years Age.
New Bedford, Mess.—Thor* died re-
cently at New Bedford, Maes., an old
skipper, Capt George 8. Anthony,
whose name Is Indissolubly linked
with a famous exploit and whose mem-
ory will long be treasured by Irish-
men. He commanded the Catalpa In
Its daring reeoue of six Irish political
prisoners from the convict station of
Freeman tie, western Australis, under
the frowning guns of a British cruiser,
and landed them eafely in this coun-
try, The men were former soldiers in
the English service, who like many
others of their kind had been won over
to the cause of Irish nationalism dur-
ing the Fenian agitation of the ’60‘a.
Fifteen of theee soldiers were arrested
and convicted of treason and sen-
tenced to various terms of Imprison-
ment at Freemantle. Among the num-
ber was John Boyle O’RetUy. who.
soon after reaching Freemantle, ef-
fected his escape and, oomlng to this
country, became noted aa a writer,
lecturer and poet. Others among the
IB, with the exception of elx, served
out their terms. The six who remained
had been sentenced for life and In
1874 a movement for rescuing them
was begun by tha Clan-na-Gael, the
successor of the Irish Revolutionary
Brotherhood, whioh bad slowly devel-
oped after the collapse of the Fenian-
government.
In 1875 the whaler Catalpa was pur-
chased by the Clan-na-Gael and placed
In command of Captain Anthony, who
undertook the difficult and dangerous
mission with eagerness.
Meantime Breslln, Thomas Des-
mond of San Francisco and agents
of the Clan-na-Gael, were making ac-
tive preparation in Australia for the
release of the convicts. Breslln and
Desmond, under assuirted names, posed
as men seeking profitable Investments
and made friends with the governor
of the colony. They were permitted
to visit the prison frequently and en-
ter into communication with the elx
Fenian prisoners. They explored the
country about and fixed upon Rocking-
ham, 23 miles from Freemantle, as the
place where the boat of the Catalpa
should land and take off the convicts.
After the Catalpa had put In at Bun-
bury, Breslln hastened from Freeman-
tle to meet Captain Anthony and was
quickly “Introduced” to him in the
hotel. Confidences were exchanged
and plana of release discussed. While
Breslln returned to Freemantle, Cap-
tain Anthony put out to mbs, ostensibly
Unkind Suggestion.
“I always say what I think.”
"Perhaps that Is why you are a
man of so faw words*
Figured In Famous Episode.
to hunt whales. On Easter Sunday,
April 16, 1876, a whaleboat from tho
Catalpa, carrying Captain Anthony
and a crew of six men, landed at
Rockingham and next morning had
considerable difficulty In accounting
for themselves to a customs officer.
Meantime, at Freemantle, the work
of rescue had begun. ‘ The prisoners
were allowed a great deal of liberty
and were assigned various kinds of
work outside the prison walls. Two
traps, made ready by Desmond and
Breslln, awaited thorn on the* Rock-
ingham rood, within five minutes rur*
of the prison, and when the prisoners,
wearing fetters, left the prison fori
their assigned duties they were taken
and conducted by Breslln and Des-
mond. The race for Rockingham was
thqn begun and that place was nearly
reached before the police learned of
the escape and mounted their horsee
In pursuit When the police reached1
Rockingham the prisoners were out at
aea in the whaleboat.
But the exciting part of the rescue
had only begun. The whaleboat had
a difficult time In reaching the Catal-
pa, which had been out of eight be-
low the horizon line when the smaller
boat had left Rockingham beach. A
storm struck the whaleboat and car-
ried away both mast and sail, while
water poured over the stern of thw
boat, keeping several of the men buay<
balling It out. Night fell while the
storm still raged and In this plight
they remained till mc|-nlng.
In the morning they vainly tried to
attract the attention of the Catalpa,
which they could see; and to their
consternation they beheld the govern-
ment steamer Georgette steam toward
tho Catalpa, which It spoke. The
Georgette made a wide circuit around
the whaleboat without seeing It and
then steamed in toward the shore.
S3 Girl* and No Soya.
Lewrencebarg, Ind>—Thirty-three
girls end no brothers In three genera*
tlona waa marked 'when a daughter
was horn to Mr. and Mrs. Silas W.
Jackson here. The baby to tha
eleventh daughter of the eleventh
daughter of an eleventh daughter. ,
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