" .W n n KL *1 ’. ‘- nonwxnn; GA HZ .nTTn. y HOSEA LURVEY. “That man with the walking stick? Why, that’s Hosea Lurvey, of Brodick, Esq. Looks like he owned the hull town and part of the next, don’t he?” “Not old Hod Lurvey, of Tick Ridge?” “The very same.” Hiram Tucker smiled at his companion’s incredulity. “I don’t wonder you’re s’prised, if you recollect how Mrs. Lurvey used to run things up at the Ridge. Hod had no more to say than that yaller cat down by the wall. But there’s many a change in these fifteen years you’ve been gone.” - “I should have thought it would have taken twice fifteen years to make such a piece of pomposity out of Hod Lur- vey. He was the worst henpecked man I ever saw,” replied Jasper Bur- roughs, tipping his chair back against the wall, preparatory to a long talk with his old-time friend and neighbor. “I told you about the saddle they bought, just before I sold out, didn’t I? No? Then I must. They come into the store, and Mrs. Lurvey asked to look at saddles. Of course I thought it was for herself, so I brought out a woman’s saddle. She shook her head. “ ‘1 want a man’s saddle. husband.’ “So I took them out into the back shop where there was alot hanging up. She looked them over, asked the price of this, and found fault with that, and, finally, picked out the poorest" and cheapest of the lot. It was a shame, too, for the Lurveys were well-to-do folks, and it’s cheapest in the long run to buy good- luther. ‘Mayhap your husband might like to see the saddle, before you .pay for it,’ I said, pitying the shamefaced little man. “ ‘Why, don’t you know Mr. Lurvey? He always depends on my judgment. This is my husband,’ drawing him for- ward, as if he had been a bashful boy. ‘Make a bow, Mr. Lurvey.’ ' “He didn’t come into the shop again while I owned it, he was that ashamed, or else that shrew of his wouldn’t let him come to the village alone. I don’t suppose he 'ever had a cent to call his own. And now you tell me that pompous old gentleman was Hod Lur- vey. Why, it would be nothing short of a miracle.” “It’s quite a story, Jasper; but if you don’t mind listening, I’ll tell you how it come about,” replied Hiram Tucker, moving his chair so that he could watch the growing interest in his friend’s face. “Things got to such a pass betwixt the Lurveys after you went off that I jest couldn’t stand it, so one, day, when Hod was cutting bushes out in the further corner of the pasture, well out of sight of the house. I went over to him, and sez, sez I: “ ‘Hod, why don’t you assert your in- dependence, and take your lawful place as head of your family?’ “You orter seen him start and turn white. If a cannon ball had taken his head clean off he couldn’t have been more surprised. ~. ,, “ ‘I mean it,’ sez I. ‘You’re a full- grown man, and orter take your place in the world as a man, not a mouse, to be scart by a woman. The Scripter, says a man shall be the head of the household. There’s no earthly reason why you shouldn’t be of yourn.’ “ ‘Do you think so?’ he asked, turn- ing white as a sheet. The idee had struck .him all at once, and had come nigh being too much for him. It showed plainer than words could have done how it galled him to have things go the way they had. ‘Mrs. Lurvey says I’m not to be trusted,’ he added, hopelessly. - “ ‘We’ll trust you any time,’ sez I. ‘Come out to the village and get what you want at airy one of the stores: they’ll trust you till harvesting if you’ll come out like a man and do your own business.’ . “ ‘Do you know, -you’ve come jest in the nick of time?’ asked Hod, looking me full in the face. ‘Mrs. Lurvey has bargained the farm away, this old farm that father cleared, and she says Ihave got to sign the deed to night. I’d ruther sign away my right hand, and if you’ll stand by me I won’t do it.’ “Well, the outcome on’t was that the farm warn’t sold, but Mrs. Lurvey packed her trunk in a hurry and went down country to ho:- folks. and left It’s for my Hod with everything to see to, and_ hayin’ jest comin’ on. cows, and seven calves, and five cosset ducks, and geese, and turkeys, and the . three children. The youngest hadn’t been weaned and the oldest warn’t more’n ten year old. She thought if Hod was conceited enough to think he could run his own business, he might tend to hem as well. But it was the best thing that ever happened to Hod. “He come over and wanted my Jane Maria go and keep house for him. Now, Jane was as capable a girl as one often sees at fifteen, and there was Su- san to take her place at home, so I sez: ‘Go.’ Then he told Ben—the boy was growing up as lazy and sassy as a lad need be—that he’d pay him eyery week if he’d tend to the poultry right up prime. That kept him and the turks both out’n mischief. “’Twas surprising how self-reliant Hod growed from day to day. He didn’t=-;ask advice from nobody, but went right ahead. It seemed as if he growed taller. He sartinly did hold his head higher. He got a new suit of clothes, his first boughten suit, and a 'tall hat and a buggy, and sold two old cows that had been more plague than profit to him, and a lot of things that he had been hankering to do. “The neighbors begun to hope that Mrs. Lurvey had gone off for good, Hod was getting on so much better with- out her,. when the stage stopped at their door one night, and out she got. Jane had just come to the door with the baby in her arms. Hod was bring- ing in the milk. “ ‘What are you here for?’ demanded Mrs. Lurvey, looking cross enough to snap the girl’s head off. ‘Put on your things and go home.’ “ ‘You won’t do any such thing, Jane,’ commanded Hod, firmly. ‘I , hired .you to work here, and here you’ll stay till after harvesting,’ and There was ten ; he looked his wife full in the face, like one who meant to be master. “They had it back and forth for a week, Jane told' me, before Mrs. Lurvey would give him a. mite of peace, but Hod was as firm as a rock. She might go or stay, as she chose, but he was going to be master in his own house. But such a life as, she led him! “We was afraid Hod couldn’t stand the pressure, and if he yielded an inch he was lost. If only he could be got out from that everlasting nagging un- til he got more self-assertion. “ ‘Why not send him to the legisla~ ture?’ asked my wife. “ ‘Whv, he don’t know the first thing about politics,’ sez I. ‘We want some- body to do credit to the town. Hod hain’t been out to .town» meetin’ since he took the freeman’s oath, twenty odd year ago.’ “But wife said things couldn’t go so badly to rack and ruin at the state house as they was going at Tick Ridge, even if he did vote the wrong way, and the only thing that would really help Hod was to show Mrs. Lurvey that some folks respected his opinions, if she .didn’t. ’ “ ‘It w0uld be more credit to Brod- ick to save Hod Lurvey than to send the smartest ma in town,’ sez she, and we couldn’t di agree with her. “Well, we talked it up one side and down the other at the caucus. Rafe Willey, who had been representative for five years, and of course expected to be again, said he ’nuif sight ruther Hod should have it, and would work for him. , There was no danger but we could carry the town easy enough. There warn’t a man, far nor near, but would give all his old hats to get even with Mrs. Lurvey. “Hod did not know what was up, but I made him promise to go down and vote. He said he would come over, cross lots, and go down with me. When I went out to the barn that morning who should I see but Hod coming up the hill with his old clothes on, and looking as meaching as a whipped dog. “ ‘She suspected, I was going to the village to-day and got tearing mad,’ sez he. ’She locked my store clothes up and put the key in her pocket and told me to be lively about the chores, for we was going to pick geese today. I fed around, then made tracks for here. I guess I might as well give up fust as last. It will have to come. I don’t believe that man lives who could stand up against her when she gets in a rage.’ g . __“ ‘You’re tired and hungry,’ sez I; ‘come in to breakfast, then we’ll talk things over.’ “I don’t suppose I was as sympathet- ic as I might have been, for if there’s anything under the sun that riles ‘me it is to have a man under a woman’s thumb. , “It took some argufying to screw his courage up to the pint of buying a sec- ond suit of clothes, but he done it; and there warn’t a sprucer looking man at town meeting that day than ‘Hosea Lurvey. We had agreed to stop calling him Hod and to call him Hosea or Mr. Lurvey, to see if that wouldn’t prop up his self-respect a little. “He voted the straight ticket through till they come to town repre- sentative; then his name was proposed and was greeted with such acheer‘that the moderator said it was a waste of time to ballot and we’d elect him by acclamation. Then we escorted him home in fine style. “Mrs. Lurvey come to the door all primed and loaded to give him a Scotch blessing, and was some took back to see so many of us. Col. Hook- er stepped forward and sez, sez he: “ ‘Allow me, madam, to introjuce to ye our new representative, Hosea Lur- vey, of Brodick, Esq.’ “ ‘You’ve hit it right for once,’ she answered. ‘If there’s an E-s-q. any- where it ain’t Hod Lurvey that deserves the title, and I ain’t overly sure that Brodick does, either, if it’s made such a fool of itself. Waal, Mr. Lurvey, of Brodick, Esq.,’ making him a mock- ing bow, ‘ye better bid your friends good night and come in. I’ve got a little account to settle with ye.’ “ ‘Thank ye kindly, but I promised to go down to the colonel’s to supper,’ sez he. ‘We only come up to tell ye the news.’ Then how we cheered for our new representative. 1 . “That night the hull town turned out to serenade him, and on one pre- . i text or another he warn’t lambs, and hens, and chickens, and; alone much for the next few days. “He hired Nathan Simpson to run the farm whilst he was gone, and told him what to do and how to do it. Mrs. Lurvey might as well have tried to drive a mule as to make Nate go agin Hosea’s orders. There was differ- ent works at Tick Ridge from that time. “You never see how Hosea improved when once he had a chance. He took right holt of politics as though he had been brought up to ’em all his life and it warn’t long before he had the rep- ertation of being about ’as shrewd as they make ’em. “We knowed, when We met him at the post office, on his _way home the fust time, that our experiment had succeeded, and he was going home to rule the roost. Mrs. Lurvey seed it, too, and give up trying to hold her oWn agin him. He has been to the legislature every other term since. We send Rafe Willey other times.- "This year he is first selectman and overseer of the poor. “He has got one of the finest stock.- farms in the state, and has things in a different style from any Brodick has ever had afore. He’s makin’ money faster’n any other man at Tick Ridge and spends more, too. That is where his independence shows itself most, for Mrs. Lurvey is tighter than the bark to a tree, and keeps saying they will be on the town yet. Well, if they be, we’ll help ’em out with a deal better grace than if Hod had never proved himself a man. The boys have grown up fine, steady young men, and the gal is one to be proud of. “You must go over to Tick Ridge, but I warn you that Mrs. Lurvey will introduce him to ye as the colonel did that night, Hosea Lurvey, of Brodick, Esq. ”—-—N. Y. Herald. AN EXPEN__§lllE RIDE ‘ Edward Kelly a delivery clerk at the New York Grocery stcre and O. Willeta a clerk at the Atlantic and Pacific Tea store, were placed under arrest between 12 and 1 o’clock, Monday morning. The causes leading‘ up to ’the arrest were as follows : About 8 o’clock Sunday evening, Manager Lyons of the New York store was surprised to find Kelly and another man in possession of one of the company’s horses, and both men apparently under the influence of li- quor. AHe ordered the horse taken back to the stable. This order Willets who had the lines refused to obey and drove off. Mr. Lyons then mounted his wheel and rode to South Norwalk where be ad- vised Manager Beardon of the situation and the two started in pursuit of Kelly and Willets, but were not successful in overhauling them They then visited the different stables and learned at Gregory’s stable that a carriage had been secured there by Kelly. -The police were instructed to watch for the offenders, Mr. Lyons stating that the horse had been taken without his permission. Between 12 and 1 o’clock the police discovered a turnout on Main street answering the description of the one given and placed the occupants under arrest, and took the team to the stable. One shaft of the carriage was broken and one spring was wrecked. The horse was much jaded and threat- ened to fall down. It had been at work on the delivery wagon the day before until nearly .12 o’clock, and as Was learned had been kept on the go all day Sunday. Naturally, Mr. Lyons was much incensed at the cruel treatment of the animal and will prosecute the offenders to the extent of the law. Owing to some misunderstanding the officer who made the arrest did not put in an appearance at the time a hearing was called for in the court Monday morning, and a further hearing was ad- journed until afternoon. In the meantime, Charles Finch be- came surety in the sum .of $50 for the appearance of Kelly who was released. O. Willets a young man implicated in the oscapade'with a horse taken from the New York Grocery store stables, was fined $15 Monday afternoon by Judge Hubbell. The continued case of Edward Kelly, who was also a party to the escapade, came up that morning. * Kellyflpleaded guilty to three counts: intoxication. breach of the peace and using a horse without permission. The case was con- tinued until June 3d‘at which time sen- tence will be pronounced. 'SEVERELY .. scALnEn. Alfred. the three year old son of Mr. and Mrs. Arthur A. Hudson of Orchard street was the victim of what might have proven a fatal accident, Monday, and which as it is will keep him confined to his bed 'and a sufferer for some days. The child’s mother had placed a pail of scalding hot water on the _floor to cool. In the room was her little son who last week for the first time had been placed in trousers. In some manner not yet understood, the little fellow backed up to and by a misstep as is thought, sat squarely down into the hot water. His mother’s attention was attracted by a. splash and the screams of her child, and she was horrified to see- the predicament into which he had fallen. She hastily grabbed him up scalding her hands in so doing, and as quickly as possible tore the steaming garments from his body and called for help, which call was promptly answered. Dr. Dexter Hitchcock was summoned, and in the meantime eyerything pos. sible had been done to relieve the agony which the child was suffering. The doctor after his arrival prescribed cool- ing lotions and otherwise cared for the burns which were quite severe. Fortunately the little trousers worn by the child were of thick material which in a great measure prevented the burns from being of a fatal naturefif Much sympathy is expressed for the bright litile fellow and his parents. He was this morning reported as getting along as well as could be expected. They Are 'Grateful. The members of Buckingham Post, G. A. R. feel very grateful for the many expressions of interest manifested yes- terday in their work of honoring the" memory of dead soldiers, the finishing part. of which work will be fltingly carried on Memorial day. by strewing the graves of their departed comrad< s with flowers. The collections at the Memorial church services, yesterday, amounted to about $40 which sum will be presented to the Post for disburse- ment. 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ReSident Sec, THE SHIP BUCEPHALUS. “No snipe shooting to-morrow, sir.” The officer of the life patrol paused with lighted lantern on his arm, his sou’wester buttoned close up -to his throat and the peak of his oilskin cap pulled far down over his weathcrbeatem face and passed out into the night. As he opened the door a- gust of wind swept the knob from his grasp, dashed the framework against the wall of the chamber and extinguished the flicker- ing oil lamp that made shift to render‘ visible the darkness of the room. Clarence Baxter hastily fastened the door after the retreat-ing figure, re- lighted the lamp and sat down on the sea chest which served as a chair and a bed. A strange place it was, this beach- comber’s cabin. Timbers from every ship that had come ashore on Coffin beach these 50 years were woven into its heterogeneous framework. Here a part of a steamship’s deckhouse, there a stanchion from the sturdy hull of some long-forgotten merchant-man, yonder the patched wainscoting of a. clipper Ship’s once gorgeous cabin—cheek-by- jc-wl these relics 6f departed pride stood like monuments of the dead past in some strange nautical cemetery. Outsidc‘the gale raged wit-h increas- ing fury. Low though it sat bet-W669 the sand dunes, the solid walls of the hovel trembled and rocked. under the impact of the blast like a ship in a heavy sea. Such a spring storm had not been seen on the coast. for years—not since the night (as a veteran told after- ward) when the clipper ship Bucephalus came ashore ’way back in the ’50s. In the angle over there the prow of this vessel formed a sort of cornerstone for the strange structure, and the horse in the figurehead stared at Baxton wit-h the sightless eyes of an emblem of death. He would have been puzzled to explain why he felt so strangely, left alone in this cozy cabin. Baxton was not a superstitious man, nor one given to sentimental vagaries or emotional weak- nesses, and yet, as the door swung to after the officer, he felt for a moment a strange and unaccountable thrill—:1 chilling of the blood—a consciousness of something outside of his sphere of influence, superior to his power of con- trol, that was gradually but surely working its will around and about him. the feeling was not one of fear. What, indeed, was he to be afraid of ? Surely not of the storm, for lie was cozily housed. Not- the thieves or marauders, for he and the coast guardsmcn were the only human beings on that strip of beach. Of what, then, was he fearful? It was all nonsense, he said—he was not afraid at all. Baxton shivered as he threw another piece of driftwood on the fire and drew closer to the green-blue blaze of the copper-stained timber that cast fan- tastic, many-hued shadows on the rough walls. “No going back to the mainland to-night,” he thought, as the picture of the storm-lashed bay roSe before his mind, and he silently ob- jurgated the secretary of the treasury who .had promulgated the order for- bidding the life-saving men to entertain guests in their cozy stations The tea chest was filled with old newspapers, the officer had said, with which he might, perhaps, while away an hour. He lifted the lid. Yes—so it was—prints running back for many years, tied up and labeled in a cramped handwriting—that of Calamity Dick’s, probably, the fisherman who, until his death last year, had occupied this cabin since no man remembered when. Turn- ing them over, Baxton saw that the packets contained clippings descrip: tive of the wrecks on this same stretch of sand, called Coffin beach—“Cemetery peach would be better,” Baxton thought, as he surveyed the yellow.- b‘undlcs. “Bark Excelsior, June, 1842,” read one; “30 drowned, two saved;” “Ship Andro« mache, January, 1843, 28 drowned, none saved,” read another. “Ship Harold,” 16 drowned, four saved; “Clipper Van- guard, 86 drowned, 15 saved,” and so on through a pile of packages that reached knee high as he laid them on the floor. Near the bottom was a larger bundle labeled “Clipper Bucephalus, March, 1856, 122 drowned, four saved.” Where had he heard of that ship? “Buceph- aius—Bucephalus,” he repeated,reflect- ively, to himself. “Oh, yes, 1he ship the old figure-head came from,” and he began to untie the dusty package. But slowly it came back to him that he had heard the name before he came to Coffin beach. “Where ?” As he asked the question a newspaper, bearing the' date 1856, lay spread before him, and his eyes rested on the headlines: “Clip- per Ship Bucephalus, Liverpool to New York, Ashore on Coffin Beach, April 26. The ill-fated vessel, which was owned by H. B. Baxton & Co., — Front street, this city, missed its reckoning and? ran ashore on Coffin ~beach at three o’clock on'the morning of Tues- day last and became a total wreck. The life-saving crew at this place, one of the most dangerous points on the coast, is not on duty atthis season of the year. At fen o’clock on the follow- ing morning, before anything could be done to rescue the crew and passen- gers, the ship went to pieces in the terrific surf that was running. Of the ship’s company, 82 steerage passengers. six cabin passengers and 34 of the crew were drowned. The second mate, Mr. Lalor, and three sailors came ashore alive on pieces of wreckage—the sole survivors of the disaster. The captain, W. B. Wilkins, perished with his ship. Mr. Lalor, who was seen by a corre- spondent of this paper yesterday, states that the vessel’s loss was due to the 'fact that her'owner had neglected to provide a proper chron ometer, although repeatedly warned of the peril run by the lack of this essential instrument. Mr. Baxton is noted among metropol- itan merchants for his great wealth and “extreme parsimony. It is said that the matter will be laid before the authori- ties, in order that the cause (of the wreck may be thoroughly sifted, and the blame for'this terrible sacrifice of innocent lives placed where it belongs.” ! . In pencil across the margi-n‘of th‘el clipping was scrawled in Calamity Dick’s cramped. script: “And '30 of ’em wimin, and Lalor says the captain died. a' cussin’ the owner as the sea-s swept ' them' pore folks offen the deck into the surf.” -' Baxton stared» at the paper before him. My God! he had heard of the Bucephalus before. - ~ True, he was not born until years after this terrible event, yet the memory of it had poisoned all of his mother’s remaining days. “Baxter, the Buce- phalus Murderer," he had heard some- body say in his father’s lifetime, but until tonight he never knew the mean- ing of the words. And here, on the very scene of the horror, the son of its author was domiciled undleir the. cabin walls of that long-lost ship. Yonder its fig- urehead mocked him with staring eyes! -————-7 ”‘N- “The hull is breaking up!” It is no longer the fisherman’s house, but the cabin of a sinking ship. 'See how the timbers strain and wrench as the keel pounds on the remorseless sand; hear how the waves thunder on the deck above, as though to crush the trembling fabric; listen to the creaking of the overs-trained timbers! The watfi, is‘ slowly rising yonder; Where the cabin floor is lowest. Who are these that crowd down the com panionway—wom- en scantily clad—terror in their eyes, their hands bleeding. their naked feet raw from 00mg: With the cruel ropias?‘ One is an aged gentlewcf.“an Who leans feebly on the shoulders of a y 7mg man 0 ——-her gray hair streams over her brt‘w’. her dim eyes look with a mother’s ten- der love on her son’s resolute young face. All these poor creatures are chilled with exposure, weak with suf- fering. Two of the women lead, an- other carries a child. “Better to drown here,” says one, bitterly, “than to freeze to death on deck.” (Baxtcin does not hear these words, but he sees the lips move and knows what they are sa '- ing.) Then the little group huddles close together in the gloom, the- mothers gather their children to their breasts, and one, an ancient gentlewoman, prays silently, as she locks hands with the stripling. “I pray Thee, 0 Father, if it be Thy will, take me and spare him.” * * * Now the pale- lips of the wom- an are still, her head sinks on her breast and the son rises with a terrible cry— (Baxton cannot hear that cry, but he sees the man’s awful eyes and knows what he says). “My mother is dead!” Then the waves pound harder on the deck, the timbers shrink and creek and groan, the fabric lifts and falls with dull, terrible thuds——it is high tide— the ship is breaking up. Although it is day, the cabin grows darker and darker. , The water rises higher. Bax- ton must save himself. He staggers across the heaving floor where mother and son lie dead in each other’s arms, reaches the companionway, gains the deck—and then, before him, over the shattered bulwarks, to which clings half a hundred miserable, drowning creatures, looms a great towering wall .of green water. Lashed to the mizzen. shrouds, the captain, trumpet in hand, sees not the coming avalanche—his glance rests only on the face that is emerging from the companionway-— Baxton’s face. Casting off the rope that holds him to this place: of safety, with livid stare and blazing eye, he points straight at Baxton. “See, see,” he cries, “the murderer Baxton! Curses on you—curses on you ——cursesl” In. a second it was over. The monstrous hill of water, the double wave that marks the flood-tide, strikes the shattered ship a full, fairblow, mounts as high as the yardarm, clear over the decks, shatters the weakened hull to fragments and bears down mast and bowsprit in one common ruin, amid an awful grinding and crushing and a splintering of timbersr Then rises a great shriek that pierces to heaven over the tumult of the sea (Baxton cannot hear that shriek, but he- feels it), fol- lowed by the boiling seethe of waters—- and the wave passes on, leaving naught to tell the fate of the Bucephalus save a few scattered spars, a few battered corpses (ghastly playthings of the tide) and—that is all. The following is from the Daily Rec- ord of April 28, 18—: “A strange accident happened at Cof- fin Beach on Friday last. Clarence Bax- ton, a well-known New Yorker, went dowu on Thursday for a bit of snipe shooting, expecting to return that night. \Prevented from doing so by the storm, he sought refuge in a fisher- man’s cabin on the beach, where the life patrol left him at 10 o‘clock in the , evening, comfortably housed and pro- vided with light and fuel. The tide rose to an extraordinary height during the night, so much so that the flood wave (as the last wave of the high tide is called) swept clear over the sand dunes that line the beach, overwhelmed the cabin and swept it out to sea, carrying with it the unfortunate gentleman, whose body was cast up on the shore by the returning tide next morning. Not a vestige of the cabin remained, save the figurehead of a ship, which formed part of the structure. It is curious to note that the succeeding ebb tide, which was an extremely low one, exposed upon the beach the hull of a large ship, supposed to be the remains of the clipper Buceph- alus, which was wrecked on the sands some forty years ago. The deceased was the son of the late H. B. Baxton, a prominent merchant of this city.”— _Vanit-y. —Bigotry has no head and. cannot think; no heart, and cannot feel. When she moves, it is in' wrath; when she pauses, it is amid ruin; her prayers are curses—her god is a demon—her com- munion is death—her vengeance is eter- nity-her decalogue written in the blood of her victims; and if she stops a moment in her infernal flight, it is- upon a kindred rock, to whet her vul- ture fang for a more sanguinary desola- tion—Daniel O’Connell. .Q -—The Brooklyn bridge is 278 feet i above the river.
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