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But the mate was right on one side of his remark at all events. What the fellow aloft had sighted proved to be a ship climbing the shining slope to the impulse of a breeze; but it was not until her royals were trembling like stars above the horizon, with noth- ing ele under them showing, that the people of the City of Glasgow caught sight of the line of the wind darkening the waters in the south-west. In half an hour‘s time it was blowing intothe canvas of the \Vest Indiaman, raising _a pretty tinkling sound of running waters all around her; and though it came warm as the human breath yet, after the long spell of hot and ting- ling calm, it put a sense of coolness into each feVered cheek turned gratefully to the quarter whence it came. If ever the crew of the City of Glasgow desired an illustration of the ponderous sailing qualities of the clum- sy old castellated wagon that navigat- ed, they might have found it in the rapid growth of the stranger asterni By noon she had risen to the reefband of her forecourse, with her flying jib yearning fair over the water-line. She was clearly making the same course as the West Indiaman. Indeed, it took rather the form of a pursuit, for, when first seen, she was apparently head- to the north-west; but scarcely had the‘ West Indiaman to the first of the‘ breeze trimmed yards for the northâ€" east, than the stranger was observed to also haul her wild. The fiery little captain did not like it. What was she? A Spaniard? A Frenchman? A Dutchman? He packed on studding-sails, but to no purpose, [or the fellow astern came along hand ” Don‘t talk of a draught of air, air," said the captain passionately; "what we want is wind, air, a trash breezeâ€"a galeâ€"a howling hurricane, by thun- der! H’an’t we had enough of cat’s- paws'l Draught of air I” he muttered under his breath with a look of loath- ing in his eyes as he made them meet in a §quint upon the compass card. Eight months have passed, and the scene is nowon the broad equinoctial Ocean, with the fiery atmosphere of the Antilles in every cat’sâ€"paw that tar- nished the polished heaving mirror let the faint air blow whence it will; a sky of copper brightening into blind- ing dazzle round about the sun, that at his meridian shines almost directly over the mast-heads, and transforms the vast spread of sea into a sheet of white fire, trembling into the blue dis- tance faint with the haze of heat. 'V'It is some craft," said the mate, " that may be bringing a draught of air along with her.” There was a small West Indiaman named the City of Glasgow, that had been lying stagnated on these fervid parallels for hard upon four days, There was no virtue in awnings, in wetted decks, in yawning skylights, in open portholes, and the heels of wind- sails to render the atmosphere of the ’tween-decks and cabin tolerable to the people aboard the ship. The air was sickly with the smell of blistered paint. the brass-work was fiery hot, and took the skin off the hand that for a mo- ment unconsciously touched it; ther pitch was like putty between the seams; the fresh water in the scuttle-butts was warm as newly-drawn milk. but quite without dairy fragrance. It was time, indeed, for the wind to blow. The mere detention was nothing in those pleasant times of groping. In cooler elimes the mate would have been set- isfied to whistle for wind for a month. and go below every time his watch was up with a feeling that he had done everything that was necessary and that all was well. But the heat made an enforced resting-place off the Cuban heights insufferable. .. .-,4L_ “Well,” said the skipper, should be a sign there’s wind where about.” He was probably about to launch in- to a piece of profanity, but he was interrupted by a cry coming down from aloft, delivered by a man who had been sent on to the mainroyal yard to repair some defect that the vigilant flytsl of the boatswain had detected, 'Sail o n V, The little fiery-faced captain start- ed and looked as if he scarcely credited his hearing; then running to the rail, he thrust his head clear of the awnâ€" ing and bawled up to the fellow, " Where away 7” - " Right astarn,” was the answer of the man, swinging with one hand from the tie as he painted with the other directly over the taffrail to the gleam- lng haze of sea-line there. "Well," said the skipper, " that should be a sign there’s wind someâ€" The captain of the City of Glasgow was a small fieryâ€"faced" man, with deep-set eyes that glowed liked cairn- gorms under the shaggy thatches of the brows, a nose that not a little re- sembled a small carrot both in shape and hue, and a mouth with a set of the lipe‘ that indicated a highly Pepper? temper. He walked to the mate, who stood near the wheel fanning himself with a great straw hat. " When is this going to end, sir 7" ” I don’t know, sir.” " Blood, sirl Is there no limit to calms? Thunder and slugs] If this goes on, we must towâ€"d’ye see, tow: c VV __ .._. , Iisayâ€"g’e‘t” the long-boat. over. and crowd her with men. What though they frizzle? \Ve must get out of this, It was half-past eight o’clock in the morning watch; the hands had come “D from breakfast and were distribut- ad on various jobs about the deck. There was not a breath of air; but there was a run of glassy folds from the south-west, which within the past hour had somewhat increased in Weight; and upon these long-drawn heavin-gs, the ship, that was a mere tub in form, as all vessels were in those days, saving, perhaps, the piraticsl barco longos,,rolled as regularly as a pendulum swings, swelling out her canvas to one lurch, only to bring it in to the masts again at the next with sounds like the explosions of nine-pound 61‘s in the tops. Jeremy York. One of these ten men was a tall handsome young fellow, whom no one who had before known him could have failed instantly to recognize as Jerâ€" emy York, spite of his assumption of the name of Jem Marlee, of his long hair being cut short in front and roll- edj into a tail down his back, and of the hue of it, that had been a sunny auburn, being new whitened as though dusted with powder. He was the secâ€" ond of the ten men to step on board. It was not only that he was the most conspicuous of them all by reason of his mum: and beautyâ€"for his frame had long since erected itself into its old manly port out of the stoop and depression of ill'health; he was speâ€" cially noticeable besides for an air of profound indifference. Most of the others glanced insolently and mutin- ously about them, savagely resentful of this impressment and of their liber- ty as merchant seamen being aerpt- ly ended without regard to wages, to cherished hepes, to their homes, their wives, their sweethearts, their children ashore. A number of the‘ ship’s crew stood near the mainmast‘ watching the new hands as they went forwards marshalled by the boatswain. On a sudden Jeremy York was seen toloome to a dead stand with his eyes :over hand, as though her crew were warping her up to a stationary ob- ;ject. Presently she was showing fair .1 on. the water, a big yellow craft. with great curling headboards and a douâ€" ble line of batteries. Then, when she was plain in View, puff! blew a white 1‘ ball of smoke from a forechaser, £91â€" 1 lowed by the dull thud of the distant guru; and a minute after, the mate, 1 who was working away at her through l The boatswain's pipe shrilled to the ‘silent hollows of the canvas aloft; the men stood along the deck, and the lieutenant with six armed seamen at his back fell to picking and choosing. The manâ€"oIâ€"war wanted twenty men to complete her complement, and of these the Indiaman must contribute ten. There was no help for it; and the little captain had presently the mortification to witness ten of his best seamen descend the side with their bundles and bags and enter the boat, which forthwith carried them aboard the fiftyâ€"gun ship. The little Cdptaifl fully understand- ing the significance of this order, was about to remonstrate, but seemed to change his mind on catching the glance, that was shot at him from un- der the seemingly sleepy lid of the languid, perfumed sea-dandy, and re- peated the lieutenaut’s order to his mate, turning sulkily on his heels afterwards, and starting off into a sharp. fiery walk betwixt the binnacle and the mizzen rigging. " ’Pon honour l“ exclaimed the lieut- enant, “you deserve that we should have sunk you." He applied the scented pocketâ€"handke‘ '~ ef to his nose, as though he coun not. support the smell of the hot pitch and blister- ed paint rising into the atmosphere from off the lndiaman, and exclaimed in a voice as if he should swoon, “Mus- ter your men, sir, and for the Lud's sake be quick about it." It was not long before the ship had ranged alongside, and she then prov- ed to be a great fifty~gun manor-war, an Englishman on a West Indian cruise, with crowds of pigtailed heads looking over her bulwarks forward, and a quarter-deck brilliant with the guaint naval uniforms of that dayâ€"if, indeed, it can be said that any ap- proach to a uniform was then estab- lished. A stout man in a cockedâ€"hat, white silk stockings, handsomely lac- ed coat, and a big white wig, mountâ€" ing on to the rail of the man-ofâ€"war, clapped. a huge copper speakingâ€"trumâ€" pet to his lips and bawled out, “Ship ahgyl "What: ship are you 7" "How did I know what you fired for V" cried the irritable captain. "Look how you’ve served me ;" and be pointed aloft. :ong perspective gfass of the pér- iod, cried out that she had hoisted the Union Jack at her fore. “Well, and what‘s that to me?” bawled the fiery little captainâ€""Any- body observe if that gun was shot- ted i" There was no answer. "What do they mean by shooting at us? Wounds, but it may be a trap! Hoist avz‘aty our colors and keep all fast. "Why did you not heavé-to," be ex- claimed in an affected drawl, "when yqpfiwerqppmpqmned by your canngn ?‘_’ Five minutes later, the stranger fired again; but observing that no notice was taken of (he summqns, she waited until she was within range, then, yawing‘, let drive with such good aim as to bring the West Indiaman’s mizzen tapgallant-mast down with a run. The azght of the wreckage struck a panic into the soul of the little fiery capiain. The little peppéry cafitain sprang on to a hencOOp and answered. “The City of‘Cflasgow of Londqn, from Havangl': "‘Down stun’â€"sails; man the braces!" he roared ; "bring her to, or he’ll foun- der us." In a few moments the City of Glasâ€" gow lay with Lcr foretOpsail to the mast, docilely waiting for what was to_ha-ppen. “Keel; your topsail'to the mast; 1'11 send Va boat," cried the other. "A boat T’ cried the little chap, turn- ing to his mate. “What does he want to' send a boat for? Does he question my pape'rs ’fâ€"Zounds! if there be any sort of law still ageing in the old country, I‘ll make him pay for that mess up there ;" and he sent a fiery 9119063“ his~ tOpgallantâ€"mast. The boat plunged from the man- ofâ€"war’s side; a crowd of sturdy fel- lows armed to the teeth, jumped into her; a young marine exquisite, with a hanger on his hip, and a cambric pocketJhandkerchief in his breast, his laced hat airin cocked Upon his head, and a flash of jewels upon hls fingers, took his place in the sternâ€" sheets, and with a few sweeps of the 10m; pairs, the boat was alongside. The dandy lieutenant stepped aboard. "‘1" A young doctor and a girl of nine- teen committed suicide in a Vienna ho- tel, having first bequeathed their jew- elry, which they declared was " imita- tion,” to the chambermaid who attend- ed them. The latter cared so little for the trinkets that she bestowed them upon a friend. The friend has discov- ered that the jewelry is genuine, and worth almost $5.000. The ehambermaid has begun suit for the recovery of the gifts, declaring that they were given away under a misapprehension of their value. :A parrot, in a remote country dis- trict, escaped from its cage and set- tled on the roof of a laborer‘s cottage. When it had been there a little time the laborer caught sight of it. He had never seen such a thing before, and after: gazing in admiration at the bird, with its curious beak and beauâ€" tiful plumage, he fetched a ladder and climbedl up it with the view of securâ€" ing so great a prize. \Vheu his head reached the level of the roof the par- rot flapped a wing at him and said: What d'ye want? Very much taken aback, the laborer politely touched his cap and replied: I beg your pardon, sir; I thought you were a bird! "You were hanged," cried the com- mander. watching him with a fascin- ated countenance, for the corroborative looks and nods of VVorksop as York deiivered his tale had soon abundantly satisfied the captain that the poor young fellow was speaking the truthâ€" "you were hanged," he repeated, "strung up by :m 'u' neck in the custo- mary stvie, I smmose, and left to dangle ""3 the usual time. And yet you are alive!" "Yes. sir; I’ve been hanged a his murderer;" and thus breaking the sil- ence, York proceeded. He told his story in good language, plainly and in- telligently, with an occasional catch of his breath andla sob or two when he spoke of his sv'veetheart. "What is all this?" inquired the grayâ€" haired commander, levelling a piercing glance at York, as though he made up his mind to be confronted by amad- man. "D’ye mean to tell us that you’ve been hanged for the murder of yonfler segman alongside of you?" A bucket of cold water topped with a dram of rum served to restore York to consciousness; and when he had his Wits, he and Worksop were conâ€" ducted by a midshipman to the cap- tain’s cabin. fixed 11 on one of these saflors; his bundle gen from his hand, his face turned to a deathlike white, shiver after shiver chased his form, they saw his fingers conVulsively working, and his eyes, filled with horror, dismay, inoredulity, seemed to start from their sockets with the intensity of his stare. They believed he was seized with a fit and. would fall to the deck in a min- ute; and amongst those who sprang to his assistance was the fellow on whom his gaze was riveted. He shrieked out at his approach, and fell upon one knee trem- bling violently, swaying to and fro, to and fro with his hands pressed to his eyes in the posture of one wild almost to madness. "Is the man ill ‘1” bawled alieuten- ant. from the quarter-deck. “ If so, bear him, below, and let the surgeon at- tend him.” " Rally this poor fellow, some of you,” exclaimed the lieutenant, and hastened aft to the captain to make his report. York staggered on to his legs, ‘and looking at the man at first sight of whom he had appeared to have fall- en crazy, he cried, in a weak, faltering voice. " Your mame is Worksop? You were bo’sun of a West Indiaman.” " Sir,” cried York, clasping his hands, "I beg you to listen to me one min- ute. I am not mad indeed. Mr. Work- sop there will remember that one night more than eight months ago he gave me a share of his bed at an inn at Deal called the Lonely Star}: _ " I quitted the bed to get some wa- ter; when I returned, my companion was gone. Blood was found in the bed; there were bloodstains down the stair- case, along the roadway to the beach; there was blood upon my shirt, alâ€" though as God is my witness. I knew not how it came there. They found hil knife upon me, which I had taken from his pocket whilat he slept to prise open the door with; and also a gold coin belonging to him they found, though how I came by it, I vow, before Heav- en, I know not; and on this evidence they hanged me I” " Hanged him, hanged him for me I” shouted Worksop in the voice of a‘ man about to suffocate. " Hanged him for me I” he repeated. " But, lor’ bless my soul and body ! I was never mur- dered, mates I” and in a very ecstasy of astonishemnt, be hooked an im- gnense quid out of his cheek, and flung 1t overboard. The other, full of amazement, with a slow bewildered stare at York and then round upon his shipmates, answered in a hurricane note, "That’s so: I ain’t ashamed.. My name‘s Worksop, and I was bo‘sun of a West Indiaman, as ye say.” ‘7 Look at me I” cried York. “ Oman, look at me! What have I suffered thrgugh you! Do not you remember me ” ‘ I Anyone would have laughed out- right to have witnessed the perplexity that lengthened yet the longdrawn countenance of Worksop, "Mad, by Heaven!” cried the lien- tenant, sunstroke, no doubt. Take the poop devil below, and see to_1_1ir_n.” _ He faltEred, hid his face, and fell to the deck in a dead faint. "What’s all this?" éried the lien- tenant in change of the deck, coming forward angrily: A “ Sir," shfiekéd York. "I have been han-ggdimrr tlgg murder oi t_ha_§ mg}: I" Worksop started ana looked 1y at the speaker. To be Continued. "A BIRD." intent- "I got so that 1 could handle the club and the horse pretty well on a kangaroo hunt, and rather liked the exciting sport until one day I ran ‘foul of a kang that was following a :1ife of o-utlawry, and that spoiled me for kangarooing. A party of us had gone up the run five or six miles kan- garooing. We had five dogs and ran suddenly into a nob ‘of seven kanga- roos. The leader of the nob was the up-and-uppest boomer, the bloomin’- est old man I had ever seen except a tame kangaroo that belonged at the settlement, and that tame kangaroo beat anything, they said, that had even been Seen in Australia. It was taken when only a few days old and grew to an enormous size, and had the run of the settlement, and the whole country, for that matter. Everybody knew Danny Dee, as the big tame kang was called, and Danny seemed to know everybody and everything. When 1 saw the big leader of this mob rise before me, I couldn’t help but think that he might be Danny Dee’s broth- er. He rose to receive the attack of three of our dogs, and he stood not less than eight feet high. He gathered in each one of those three dogs as they sprang at him and laid them down in one, two, three order, without a whole bone among them. This bloomin’ old man seemed not only willâ€" ing but anxious to join in a genera] fight with us. One of our party kill- ed his kangaroo, but all the rest of the nob except the boomer fled to the bush. There were three of us hunt- It requires a good deal of skill and dexterity to strike the right spot and at the same time guard yourself against the assaults of the kangaroo, for he has his eye on the chance of getting in a blow on you that may send you sprawling from your horse. "It isn’t aportsmanlike to bag your kangaroo-with a gun. Your weapon is a abort but heavy club, and, as you charge your game, the object is to de- liver a blow with the club that will neatly break the kangaroo’s neck. Dogs pained for the purpose harass the 3511116 and get it in position so that you can the better and surer de- liver _._._°..- -v- a“-.. a dozen or so "kanvgs” together make a nobâ€"you may have the luck to tackle what they call a regular upandâ€"up boomer, and if you (loâ€"well, sayl 1f you do, you will begin Lo have your doubts about your caring to be agen- tleman sportsman in Australia. An upwind-up boomer, or a bloomin’ old man, as some calf him, is a leader in a nob of kangs, and there’s more fight in .him than there is in a barrel of Sixth ward rum. If the bloomin’ old man gets the squeeze on you and is inclined to stop the fight right there and then, he’ll put on the pressure and crack your bones as you would crush a soft-shell almond. Wicked Bushmen Train the Queer Beasts to Steal Both Men and Horses. It Is Declaredâ€"AI. Any Rate Some Austra- lian Kangaroos llave Ways That make llunnng Them an Excllvlng Pastime. "Years ago I was a rover in Aus- tralia,” said a former member of the dramatic profession, "and I dallied for a while with the dramatic muse, and somewhat successfully. Then, metaphorically speaking, I piped 0’1 oaten straw, like the Arcadian shep- herd, and dropped money in wool. Then I delved in the mines for the dross of gold, and didn’t find any. At last I made a fortunate strike in talâ€" low, and for a time revelled in the charms of nature and learned to hunt the kangaroo. I learned a good many things about kangaroos that are not in the booksâ€"for instance, that the bushmen trained kangaroos to be horse and cattle thieves, kidnappers, high- way robbers and the like. I say I learned that, but perhaps I had bet- ter say that the good people I met during my career as a gentleman sportsman in Australia told me such was the case. I never had any ocular proof that there were kangaroo cattle thieves or kangaroo highway robbers, but I shall believe in kangaroo horse thieves and kidnappers until my dying day. I’ll tell you why. of down umber and treatâ€"ed to‘a run across country with your foot in the stirrup and your head playing shinny with logs and boulders. ‘i‘hen, when you get into a nob of kangaroosâ€"half THE KAN GARDO HUNT was the chief recreation of the gentle- man sportsman in Australia the time I was there, and as I had become a member of that order of citizens, after making my pile in tallow. I, of course, had to hunt kangaroos. You hunt kangaroos on horseback, and you have to sit on your horse like a star circus rider, too, or you will never hunt kangaroos more than once. You are apt to be lassoedl out of your sad- dle and left hanging by your neck at the end of some drooping vino as you pass through the country, and if you keep your seat as your horse dashes over a stretch of ground made pic- turesquely irregular by a million big ant :hllls, you stand. a chance of being tipped out of it Into’ an adjoining tract A CATTLE THIEF AND A KIDNAP PER, AUSTRALIAN TALES SAY. "While I was living this life of a gentleman sportsman I was quartered at a little settlement at Boort Run, right in the kangaroo country. To hunt kangaroos seems almost like go- ing out to run down and maul the life out of a few of your decent re- latives, but THE OUTLAW KAN GARUU. THE DEATH BLOW. Fatherâ€"Willie, I hate to whip you. It hurts n36 yvorsefhéan It dbeg you. Willieâ€"Let m‘a do it, then. Shé can’t pound hard enough to hurt me Der her, either. " But the custom has not fallen al- together into disuse. There is a. cat in our neiflhborhood that walks along the back fences at night, weeping and wail~ ing in a manner most distressing to hear. For a long time these unpopu- lar concerts were not disturbed, but night before last we heard the sound of a mighty blow upon the fence; it sounded like the crash of an immense rock, It evidently missed the cut, but it ended the concert. The cat didn’t come back that nightâ€"we hope it nev- ‘er will. How the man got the rock over there, we don’t know. Surely he never could have thrown it that disâ€" tance. He must have rigged up acat- apult of some sort; a catapult would be very appropriate for the pur- Mr. Gllnuuerton Notes That the Custom Has Not Been Abandoned. “It’s a long time,” said Mr. Glim- merton," since I’ve read anything in the papers about throwing things at cats. There used to be frequent men- tion about how men threw bootjacks, boots, water pitchers, coal scuttles and fire tongs at them. I knew a man myself once that threw a lighted lamp at a cat on a fence. He never touched the eat, but set the fence afire and had to pay $7. "When I began to struggle the boomer began to squeeze, and as I kept on struggling, he had pretty nearly squeezed the breath out of me. and there isn’t any doubt but that the next hitch he would have tightened on me would have cracked me in two. But that hitch never came. All Iean remember about it is that I saw a giant rise ahead of us, a little to one side of the horse, grab the bridle and fetch us all up aâ€"sLanding. I felt the boomer release his hold on me and heard him drop from the horse. The giant at the horse’s head drop ed the bridle, and when l turned my ead to see what all the commotion was I new two gigantic kangaroos in combat. The combat was short. One kanvg lay stretched lifeless on the ground. The other turned and came toward me. I almost fell out of my saddle, for who should it be but Danny Dee, the giant tame kangaroo of Boort Run settle- ment. Happily for me he had been on one of his strolls that day, and hap- pened along in the bush just as that kidnapping boomer was rushing me to his destination. Danny recognized the horse and me, knew what the trouble was, and that was enough. He step- ped into the rescue, and healt out vengeance with a merciless hand. Danny led the way back to the settle- ment, and when I told how he had sav- ed me from being kidnapped he was a bigger lion than ever. But that it was a fact that kangaroos were thus corrupted and turned into ways 01 crime saddened me, and I never Went kangarooing after that.” "011 we went, deeper and deeper into the dense bush, and further away from succor at every bound. Then it struck me all at ones that I was in the clutch of a kidnapper kangaroo, the trained agent of some savage tribo of bushmem, although up to that mom- ent I had rather doubted what had been told me as to the way bushmen induced kangaroos to become outlaws in various lines. With this prospect before me I made up my mind I might as well be killed trying to free my- self from the ban we as to wait until the: bushmen felfafoul of me, and I began to struggle more deSperately than ever, and although I hadn’t the least idea there was any such thing as help within ten miles. “Say, he didn‘t wait to take breath. but leaped on me and grabbed me round the waist before I could play my club, but he hadn’t got his squeeze on me when I brought my club down on his head. That staggered him and forced him to loosen his hold on me and tumble from the horse, but he tool: with him half of one trousers legr and a big chunk of skin from my thigh. He had no sooner struck the ground than he sprang and caught the horse around the neck, and was effectively shutting off the poor beast’s wind when I pounded the kang loose with my club. It seemed to me that old boomer was just more than enjoying the fight, and it struck me that he had an object in all he was doing be- yond the simple fact of wanting to win the fight. Failing in his attempt to choke the horse to death, he drew off a few paces, looked me and the horse over, and at once made up his mind. He came toward me with a tremend- ouebound, and as I raised my club to meet him with a blow he feinted and landed on the horse behind me. Be- fore I could move a muscle he had my arms pinioned to my sides as if they were in a vise. I suppose, from the way the horse sprang backward, that the hang stuck his claws in the horse’s flanks. At any rate, away over the plain we went like the wind. headed for the bush. At first I struggled to free myself, but I found that the more I struggled the tighter grew the clan of the kangaroo on my ribs, until was afraid he would squeeze the life outAof me if I didn’t quit, so I quit. and away their frightened horses wen! over the plain. Their unuated rid. erg followed them, and I was left 9.1011. to have it out with the bloomin’ old man. ' arfthé two remaiinifififidafis having fol:- lowod the fleeing nob. I can't tell you how it was done. but that big kanga- roo yanked my two companions out at their saddle as ' orahgnd' we all chargedppoq the) bogus- THROWING THINGS AT CATS. ‘SHOUT LOUDLY FOR HELP, A» CONSIDERATE SON. QUICK AS A FLASH,