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ened the cabin boy nearly out of his senses, He thought there was an earthquake. The captain shouted for his pistols, in a voice of thunder. The cook rushed on deck with a bologna sausage ineach hand. ‘The captain seized them at once, and discharged them both at the devoted head of James Augustus. Too late, however, for at t instant the point of the blue cotton umbrella pierced the ptain’s left breast pocket, and he fell on deck weltering in his gore. ‘The cook turned . but her foot tripped on a marlinspike she lay prostrate on the di she weighed three hundred pounds, she was too fat to get up. The fair Belinda, who had followed the footsteps of the bold Augustus, now seated herself on the prostrate cook, and fanned her burning brow with a pocket-handker- chief. It was a tableau that would have delighted the heart of a high tr: ne When the captain had weltered in his gore for a while, he felt better, and got up. He ran his hand in his left breast pocket for the bottle of corn-juice. It had been crushed by the weapon of our hero, and the corn-juice had disappeared into the captain’s boots. His indignation knew no bounds. Ie swore a fearful oath, and rushed below for another bottle. Our hero now took command of the er; and commanded the captain to weigh anc at once. By the united efforts of all hands, the cook was placed on her feet, and set to business. Augustus commanded her to holystone the rudder, overhaul the fiying- jib, and double-reef the lee scuppers. He ordered the captain to cathaul the main jib, ea reef in the stove-pipe, and slush the ck. less time than it takes to relate, the noble barque was bounding thro’ the blue waters at the rate of six knots an hour. We will now return to Old Brown, whom we left calmly reposing after his midnight exploit with the blunderbuss. He arose with the dawn, and, procuring a_ spade, sauntered leisurely down through the, cab- bage garden to the spot where ho expected to tind the remains of his victim. Nothing of the sort was to be seen; but on top of the wall fluttered the t-tail of the unlucky James Augustus, and beside it fluttered a scrap of tho well-remembered green parasol of Belinda Jane. The truth flashed upon him in an instant. Back to the kitchen he sped. Ni y odor of matatinal hash pted his nostrils. Up to the chamber of the fugitive—everything betokened flight. Old Brown took it once. “Dern their pi id Old Brown, “Vil fix em,” and he prepared for instant pursuit. He donned the regimental suit that had belonged to his ancestor of revolu- tionary fame, stuck two eutlasses and three horse-pistols in his belt, and, loading the blunderbuss to the muzzle, mounted his brindle mule and sallicd forth in pursuit. The sun was just peeping over the hil and the game rooster had mounted thé den fence and loudly challenging a neighboring shanghai to come and knock a chip off his shoulder, when the terrible ap- parition of Old Brown, dressed in his res mentals, and mounted on the brindle mule, appeared before his affrighted eyes. The crow ended in an ignominions squalk, as he fled with drooping tail, followed by his astonished hens. The sun rose clear and bright o’er the gloaming waters as the stately bark tore onward ut the rate of seven knots an hour. James Augustus and Belinda Jane were seated on the taffrail inhaling the balmy air, THE JUDGE. ulating themselves on their suc- Artistic Hair Cutting. ir in the Longtree bang plain woman with thin, ; pasted down on her hollow che blind-bridle through the bottom of a tumbler, sight that would have daunted the heart appeared before his ast It was Old Brown on the brindle mule, com- ing on at the rate of eight kna nfusion on b Langtry bang, oung lady with golden’ ¢ “would you like to d to prod the mules, the cooking stove was thrown overboard. anda half (7 1-2) knots st speed that could be Old Brown was coming o ly at cight knots; it was only time as to when he would overtake them. James Augustus sat down on the quarte at | would,” said the woman, skin- MT a last year’s bonnet and following She was soon large mirror w the hair artist in. chair in front o: her look four times as old, and twice as ugly as she did at home. 7 I don’t want it cut real fashionable,” irl wrapped a calico mantle id took out, one by one, hour was the h A question of of chalk and to figure it on, he reckoned that wl them in one ho; He ordered the decks | The brindle mule came nking pace, and Brown was soon ling distance. m to take in sail at once. defiance was the only reply. angered Old Brown that he placed the blunderbuss between the mule’s e Tt was loaded to the muzzl she said, as the over her should the well-worn hairpins that held wisp in plac y would over and twenty minutes cleared for action. r had her’n cut, “You do look so un- He shouted A shout of | y, unless you want it.” “TL geu-e-ss I mought as well hev it. ome of it back + black when I come West, but don’t make ’em like to send “Would you like to have it enrled after Brown sunk to the bottom and he both hands. But the tragedy was not yet complete. ‘To n’s shot the capt The gallant ba doesn’t cost any more. have raal nice ringlets when I was a . | Wore ’em all round, with a pink bow on the Didn't think anything of ht on to the s darter won’t know me from lodge Old Bro’ abandoned the rudder. crashed intoa snag, and stove in her bul war! ‘The water rushed ant she wavered and § bers, stood on one end and w like a bob-tailed heifer in fly time, and then, ank, stern foremost, top of my head. pinnin’ it ri in her tim. at improvement,” said the girl ast gray curl, nas she stared “T don’t know as I as she picked out the with one wild plun at herself in the glass. j kin tell, r'aly, but it’s acomfort to look diff’- for the lass twenty y is "f there was no fools like Anyhow, all I deu hope it'll please my darter.” And the woman put on her bonnet and ‘The face that had looked plain in the severe bands of parted hai id never-to-be. % tied up in that Quakerish bonnet, with a curled layer of gray fringe piled high above sed and crossed with and disappointment, rastly attempt to coquet with time, ish regard for the interests of that daughter at home, that led the good f on the alter of ang.—Free Press. nd in the shape of a neighboring boa ent to what I he: Seems to me tho’ ut with a bod and hung on a fence to dry, n was hauled out, out, and hung up by the he gorged several gallons of water. peak he called for corn juice he had swallowed water enough to last him for the term of his na so fat she couldn't sink, so they ashore, wrung her out, and laid her on the y. Old Brown still clung to the bottom of the canal, but was yanked out with a couple of boat-hooks, and rolled on a He manifested great contrition for Itered man from As soon as he The cook was tow-path to dry. his rash act, and was an that time forth. stus attributed the aps to the unlucky suit of y Snickelburn & Co. Sealskin or Plush. ow, Jon,” said Mrs. Shuttle, as she thered her embroidery work for the eve- what do you. think? n or a plush imitation?” so,” said Job, looking up from clothes sold him b He was seized upon and ignomini- ously expelled; and one mi unparaleled manners to tak ut-tail, and applied the bot- at unprotected portion of It was adding insult to Will it be a tom of his toe tot Angustus’s body. how provoking you are » you heard a word f said In future he will patronize the house of Squaretoes & Co. Belinda Jane will patronize no more high- quarter millinary store; | she has left the order for her wedding bonnet on Division street. am I to have a sealskin or a plush toned three-for- “Oh, imitation is the merest flattery. don’t believe in it.” id anything about a sealskin?” “Why, I’ve been talking about one to y all the evening.” “Have you? A WasutnGTon letter-writer speaks of a man in the government hospital for the sane, “who 1s perfectly sa except base ball.” ne on every subject We presume the only curi- ous thing about this case is that the man is in confinement.—Boston Transcript. 4 Well, I’ve made up my mind not to hear any such conversations,” an continued to read and the provoking 1 his newspaper. —Hartford Post. comicbooks.com