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; • (Continued from Yesterday.) There was a burst of laughter and words, but no further advance. "And now%" said Kit, "does any one here speak English?" "Ingalces!" repeated many, with vigorous nods of the head. "Ingalees!" But no one went any further. "Tabake!" said some one, as Kit wondered why they were so back ward. He understood that, and took out his tobacco pouch, toward which a score of hands were instantly 1 cached. "Wait a bit!” he said, laugh ing. “It's all I’ve got, you know!" (Anil how true that was. he thought, how fantastically true!” He gave several people a pinch and put away hi.s pouch, and then a boy, a bright-eyed child of perhaps^ four teen, became conspicuous. He kept pulling at Kit’s sleeve and uttering some unintelligible speech that sounded like a travesty of English. Kit caught tlie word "kaikai,” and remembered reading somewhere that that meant food. "Yes, kaikai!" he ,-ried. "(Jo ahead, my boy! Kaikai by nil means, and lots of it!" The boy ran off among the houses that clustered under the slanting palms and in a moment came back bearing some objects wrapped in creen leaves. This was food; Kit and .Masson sat down where they were and fell to. Some one else brought green cocoanuts, cleverly knocking the toils; the liquid within was icarlv tasteless, but deliciously fresh. The i'ood was nearly tasteless, as .t was -nlorless, but it was food. They ,te it nil with the exception of some bits of dried fish. Kit after his first bite politely placed It on the sand by pine Masson, after his. ejaculated the inline Of the Deity and sent it spin ning over the heads of the crowd, who laughed. _. The boy sat close by Kit, fascinated, ever ready with food and incompre hensible speech. "Moa?” he kep saying, thrusting forward his. cotor less bits of kaikai. Moa? Kit laughed and tousled his smooth black hair. English! How beautifully every thing was turning out! \ man about fifty, with a mustache _ -— --—N r \ New York --Day by Day J By O. O. MclNTYRE. New York, Oct. 28—The socall < d "Algonquin group” of young in tellectuals seems to have been temporarily squelched. The round table luncheon is no more. While the hotel Is still a haven for writ ers and artists the close com munion of yore is lacking. The gathering were notable for titters of mockery. They were smit ten with the bright notion that be eause they puffed each other In their newspaper columns the world hooted those who did not belong to the clan. Ct was a quaint assortment pale young poets, bookish youths In horn-rimmed glasses, painters in flowing ties and a soupcon of /Sunday odd job men. They enjoyed being pointed out by visitors from Main street. And how they posed! one imported from Chicago as a hook reviewer was recently dis missed after a year of glorifying himself and members of hts fami . ly. Not one had given an impres sive tone to literature nor had one fashioned over conventional minds. Yet theirs was an attitude of su periority over conventional minds. It is said of one hard-boiled ca pable reporter dropping in one day f,,r lunch. One of the intellectuals dropped in a seat alongside. The reporter had been np all night on a tough assignment. He looked at his unbidden visitor and In a voice that boomed said: "Keep away from me, you draw flies.” The Algonquin run by Frank Case is chiefly a theatrical hotel of the better sort. Case has a wide friendship among stars. There Is scarcely a stallar light of brilliancy who has not at one time or other lived at his inn. Twice ructions arose over the In tellectuals. One reached the news papers. Case is declared to have told two of the brisk wise-crackers in no uncertain terms that there were other hotels where they might be just a little more welcome. And not to twirl the revolving door in their exit. Satire and wit are no doubt the spice of life. But when they become savage they lose their tang. The subtle sniggerer may have his vogue, but not for long. The greatest comic genius New York has never puns at the expense of others. His shafts are directed at himself. His popularity will never die so long as he sticks to kidding himself. Up near Columbus circle stands n inan-who sells lead pencils from a tray. He Illustrates how rapidly one may descend from the heights jn New York Three years ago he h . I a fine apartment, two cars and n:i income of more than $30,000 r year. The market caught him. In one month ho was picked to the hone. Ho took to drink and lost nil chance of a comeback. lie was pointed out to trie by a man who va- formerly in his employ and to whom he paid a salary of $11,000 a year. "Don’t you think It is up to you to try to help him?” T ventured. "I wouldn't give him a nickel.” he replied. No more Impressive lesson on the power of thrift is possible. Had tilts man saved Just one >pth of hts earnings, he would pot be selling lead pencls on Broad way today. ■My occasional ventures Into sav ing have one drawback. Just when 1 seem to bo making headway along pops a delusion of grand eur. I see something I want that T cannot afford It Is a struggle, be tween thrift and extravagance. And extravagance wlna hands down. One of the shrewd money-mak er ^ of Wall street once told me: "If a man can save systematically for five years he will never quit. 7f will become a habit he cannot break.” I believe ho Is right, but tho first four ami a half yeara are the hardest. and scraggy beard, sat with his hand on the boy's shoulder, and discoursed. Kit distinguished some words appar ently meant to be '‘Small fella” and "Belong me,” and gathered that he was the child's parent. There was also something about "Long way too muts,” presently followed by “Samoa." “Hear that, Masson?” said Kit, pricking up Ills ears. "We must be in Samoa. Lord knows how we eve; got there, but 1 guess we have. We’ll have to go and find the boss.—I want to see the governor,” he told the na tive. "Governor, you know—chief, big man. White man, Ingalees!” The other seemed unconvinced, but lie rose and pointed inland. Kit also got up, stretched himself and just happened to glance toward the dory. He saw a number of na tives in and about it, poking all over it. "Wait a minute,” ho said. “Here, you, get out of that! U. S. Govern ment property, you know." He drove them back, locked the tool box and put the key in his pocket. They then followed the elderly man, attended by almost the entire impu tation of the village. They walked through a settlement of thatched houses built on piles on gray gravelly soil under waving palm trees. It smelt periodically of damp sand, flow ers, cooking and pigs. After a walk of perhaps three hundred yards they came within sight of the sea again and their guide turned to the left and led them into the gate of a wooden stockade. They found themselves in an enclosure about three hundred feet square with some native huts scattered about in it and, at the fur ther side, toward the sea, a one-story building of concrete. Toward this they all walked. Kit was preparing a speech; “Sorry to dis turb you so early in the morning, Mr. Governor, but . . The door was open; he walked up the steps and into a damp, dark, cockroachy hall. A door at the right was ajar; he en tered it found a long bare room with a desk or two and some dilapidated chairs, plainly an office, in spite of its dirty and uncared-for appearance. “But there's no one here," he said. “What's the meaning of this?” He went across the hall and into two smaller rooms, both disordered like the other. There were beds in them, with the remains of some bed clothes strewn about, dark and mil dewed, disgusting. “But I don't understand—have they eaten the governor? I suppose there must be another office somewhere and they’ve given up this one." "Uh-huh,” said Masson, uninter ested. Kit went back to the office room. Its windows looked out over the . stockade and through a narrow i fringe of palms to the sea. Half a | ndle or so out, from one side of the view to the other, extended the white barrier reef, almost unbroken. The southeast breeze blew pleasantly through the unsashed windows. The place had evidently been chosen for its prospect and coolness, and, all in all, it was not a bad place to live and work in. Why should it have been given up? He turned from a window, and ms eye fell on a large map of the south Pacific hanging on the opposite wall. It was the most conspicuous object in the room, and he Idly strolled up to it. All at once his eye, as it roamed over it, fell on two printed words: Fidschi-Inseln." His heart quickened: his eye sprang to other names: Karolinen-Inseln, Australien, Neu-Zeelatid—he knew that language. He underdstood. “Good God, Masson!" he gasped, feeling his knees give under him. “It's all up' We're on a German island!” II. But there were no Germans in sight. After wandering around, fev erishly chattering with the Samoa man and the boy, he made it out; the Germans had gone. Simply gone. “Him fella he go out along boatee. ' the man said repeatedly, and others nodded vigorously and pointed sea ward. Not toward the lagoon, but seaward. Yes, that was all very well, but was no one there to take their places? Hadn't the Knglish come? Hadn't there been a fight? Were there no white men on the island? No. And this wasn't Samoa; be had been mistaken about that. The man was merely a Samoan living here. He escorted Kit to the map. and after a prolonged search laid his finger on a little point of it. darkened by the prints of other fin gers. Idiot! He might have noticed that before. A tiny dotted line, per haps a sixteenth of an Inch long, and by it the words “Nairawa-I.” Nairava; the German W betokened r V sound. A small forgotten strand, abandoned by Its owners, worthless to everyone. Well, it was better than they should have expected, no doubt. Better than the open sen. which stood on tiptoe, pawing at them, on the barrier reef. The sea had laughed, and flung them from the oblivion of death to the oblivion of desertion. The roar of Us surf was a long-drawn, raucous cachinnation. "Wei!,” he said, "let's get this place cleaned up." III. It was Immediately understood that Kit and Masson, as the only white men In sight, should occupy the only white man's house on the island—the Uesidenz. as Kit dubbed it. The na tives enthusiastically helped them get it ready. They brought brooma and swept, they took away refuse, they brought clean native mats and laid them about invitingly. This work was shrilly superintended by the boy. who hy this time hud fairly adopted the strangers. He announred his in tention of bringing them food regu larly, also of coming to live with them, the better to gratify their light est wish. “Me stop along you fella," was the way he put It, his speech murh hampered by imperfect com nmml over the consonants. Ilia name, it transpired, was Ktera. ("Etcetera," Kit preferred it.) His father was known as Aitakl. It was not till much later that Kit discovered these to tie versions of Ezra and Isaac. By noon the place was In tolerable order. The natives mostly dribbled the «*.»«". »>«“ lay.he" Rprinir* of one ofatthe8hed* nnd slept for throe hours. (To Ito Continued Tomorrow.) Think of the Zoo. Trofessor—Well, my dear viung lady. If you are Interested I ahall I e only too glad to show you my bacilli. 1 Mias Cushing—Oh, professor. 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