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"THE 8EMIAVEEKLV TRIBUNE, NORTH PLATTE. NEBRASKA. 0 CHAPTER XXXI Continued. 22 "Feigning again?" I demanded an Grtly. Ho nhook his head, his stern month shaping tho strangest, twisted smile. It was Indeed a twlstcl srallo, for It was on tho loft sldo only, tho facial muscles of tho right oldo moving not nt nil, "That was tho last play of tho Wolf," ho said. "I am paralyzed. 1 shall novor wnlk again. Oh, only on tho othor side," ho added, ns though divin ing tho suspicious glanca I flung nt his loft leg, tho kneo of which had Just thon drawn up and olovated tho blank ets. "It's unfortunate" ho continued. "I'd liked to havo done for you first, Hump. And I thought I had that much loft In mo." "nut how can you account for It?" I asked. "Whoro Is tho scat of your troublo?" N "'Tho brain," ho said at onco. "It was thoBo cursed headaches brought It on." "Symptoms," I said. Ho nodded his head. "Thoro Is no accounting for it I was novcr Blck In my Ufo. Something's gono wrong with my brain. A cancer, a tumor, or Bomothlng of that naturo a thing that devours and destroys. It's attack lng my nervo ocntors, eating them up, bit by bit, coll by coll from tho rmln." "Tho motor ccntors, too," I sug gested. "So It would soom, and tho curso of It Is that I must Ho here, conscious, mentally unimpaired, knowing that the linos aro going down, brcnklng bit u uu communication with tho world. I I cannot soo, hearing and fooling nro i leaving mo, at this ralo I Bhall soon coaso to opcak; yet all tho tlmo I shall nor, AHvo, actlvo and poworlesa." "When you say you aro horo, I'd suggest tho likelihood of tho soul." I said. "Bosh!" was his retort. "It simply moans that In tho attack on my brain tHo hlghor psychical centers aro un touched. I can remomhor, I can think and reason. When that goos, I go. I am not. Tho soul?" Ho broke out In mocking laughtor then turned IiIb loft ear to tho pillow s a Blgn that ho wished no further conversation. Maud and I wont about our work opprcsBod by tho fearful fato which had ovortakon him how fearful wo woro yot fully to ronllzo. Thoro was tho awfulnoss of retribution about It Our thoughts woro doop und solemn, and wo spoko to each othor scarcoly nbovo whispers. "You might romovo tho handcuffs." ho said that night, ns wo stood In con sultation over him. "it's dead safe. I'm a paralytic now. Tho next thing to watch out for Is bed sores." Ho smiled his twlstod biuIIo and Maud, hor oyea wldo with horror, was compellod to turn nway hor bond. "Do you know that your smllo Is crooked?" 1 askod him; for I know that sho must attond him, and I wished to savo hor as much as possible "Thon I shall smllo no more." ho said cnlraly. "I thought something waB wrong. My right check has boon numb all day. Yes, and I'vo had warn ngs of this for tho laBt throo days toy spoils, my right Bldo Boomed going ito sloop, sometimes arm or hand iBomotlmes leg or foot." ' "So my smllo is crooked?" ho quor lod a short whllo after. "Wnii aider honceforth that I amllo Inter tmlly, with my soul, If you ploaso, my eoul. Consider that I am Brallluc now." And for tho Bpaco of sovomi min. utes he lay thoro, quiet, Indulging his Tho man of him wan iin It wns tho old, indomitable terrible wolf Larson, lraprisonod somowhoro within that flesh which had onco boon u iiiviuuiuio ana spionuld. Now It bound him with Insentient fntrnrn calling his soul In darkness and bI- lonco, mocking It from tho world "wnicn to mm had boon a riot of nc Won. No mpVo would ho conjuguto tho vorb "to do" In ovory mood and tonso. To bo" was all that reraalnod to him to bo, as ho had doflod doath. with out movomont; to will, but not to ex- outo; to think and reason and In tho spirit of him to bo as allvo aB ovor, but In tho flosh to bo dead, qulto dead, And yot, though I ovon removed tho handcuffs, wo could not adjUBt our- olvos to his condition. Our minds ovoUod. To us ho wub full of poten tiality. Wo knew not what to expect of him next, what fearful thing, rising nbovo tho flosh, ho might broak out and do. Our oxporlenco warranted this stnto of mind, and wo wont about our work with anxiety always upon irn, 1 had solved tho problum which hud t.rison through the .shortness of tho T-heurB. It was tho morning of tho third day that I swung tho foremast from tho dock nnd proceeded to square tta butt to fit tho stop. Hero I was especially awkward. I sawed and rhopped and chlsolod tho wcathcrod wood till It had tho appearanco of hav ing been gnawod by somo gigantic kouro. put It fitted. "It wlli work, I know It will work," ( cried. "Da you know Doctor Jordan's final test of truth?" Maud asked. I shook my head and paused In tho act of dislodging tho shavings which had drifted down my neck. "'Can wo make It work? Can wo trust our lives to It?' Ib tho test." "Ho Is a favorlto of yours," I said. "Whon I dismantled my old Pan theon and cast out Napoleon and Caesar and tholr fellows, I straightway erected now Pantheon," sho an swered gravely, "nnd tho first I In stalled was Doctor Jordan." "A modern horo." "And a groator because modern," sho added. 'How can tho Old World heroon compare with ours!" I shook my head. Wo woro too much nllko In many things for argu ment. Our point of vlow nnd out look on llfo at least woro very like "For a pair of critics wo agrco fa mously," I laughed. "And ns shipwright nnd ablo assist ant," sho laughed back. Hut thoro was little tlmo for laugh tor In those days, what of our heavy work and of tho awfulness of Wolf Larscn'B living death. lie had received another stroke Ho had lost his volco, or ho was losing It. Ho had only Intermittent uso of It. As ho phrased 'It, tho wires woro llko tho stock market, now up, now down. Oc casionally tho wires woro up and ho spoko as well as over, though slowly and heavily. Then speech would sud donly dosort him, In tho middle or a iiontcnco perhaps, and for hours, some times, wo would wait for tho connoc- While I tolled at Ringing the Fore- mast Maud Sowed on Canvas. tlon to bo reestablished. Ho com plained of great pain In his head, and It wrfli during this period that ho ar ranged n Bystom of communication ngnlnBt tho tlmo whon spooch should loavo him nltogothor ono prossuro of mo nana ror "yes," two ror "no." It was well that It was arrangod, for by ovenlng his volco had gono from him. lly hnnd pressures, after that, ho an sworod our questions, and whon ho wished to speuk ho scrawled his thoughts with his left hand, qulto log Ibly, on a shoot of paper. Tho fierce winter had now doscond od upon us. Gnlo followed galo, with enow nnd sleet and rain. Tho coals had started on tholr groat southern migration, and tho rookery was prac tlcally dosortod. I worked foverlshly In splto of tho bad wonthor, and of the wind which especially hindered mo, I was on dock from daylight till dark and mado substantial progress. I profiled by my losson loarnod through raising tho BhoarB and then climbing thorn to attach tho guys. To tho top of tho foromast, which was just lifted conveniently from tho dock, 1 attached tho rigging, stays and throat und peak halyardB. As usual. t had underrated tho amount of work Involved In this portion of tho task and two long Hays woro necessary to complcto It. And thoro wao so much yot to bo dono tho sails, for Instance which practically had to bo mado ovor. Whllo I tolled at rigging tho foro most, Maud Bowed on canvas, ready ulwayB to drop everything nnd como to my assistance when mofo hands than two woro required. Tho canvas was heavy nnd hard, nnd sho sowed with tho rogular sailor's palm and threo-cornerod sail-noodle Hor hnnds wero soon sndly bllstorod, but sho struggled bravoly on, and In addition doing tho cooking and taking care of tho sick man. "A Ug for superstition." 1 said on Friday morning. "Thnt mast goos In today." Everything was ready" for tho at tompt. Carrying tho boom-tacklo to tho windlass, I hoisted tho mast near ly cloar of tho dock. Making this tncklo fast, 1 took to tho windlass tho Bhoars-tacklo (which was connected with tho end of tho boom) and with few turns had tho mast porpendlcular and cloar. Maud clapped hor hands tho Instant sho Was rolloved from holding tho turn, crying: "It works! It worksl Wo'll trust our lives to It!" Then sho assumed a ruoful expres sion. "It's not over tho holo," sho said. "Will you havo to begin all ovor?" I smiled In superior fashion, and slacking nway on tho boom-tackle, I brought tho butt of tho mast Into posi tion directly ovor tho holo In tho deck. Then I gavo Maud careful Instructions for lowering nway nnd went Into tho hold to tho step on tho schooner's bottom. I called to her, and tho mast moved easily and accurately. Squaro fitted Into squuro. Tho most war stopped. I raised a shout, und sho ran down to boo. In tho yollow lantorn light wo peered nt what wo had accom pllshed. Wo looked it each othor, and our hands folt their way and clasped. Tho eyes of both of ub, I think, were moist with tho Joy of suc cess. "It was dono bo easily after all," 1 romarked. "All tho work was In tho preparation." , "And all tho wondor In tho comple tion," Maud added. "I can scarcoly bring myself to realize that that great mast Is really up and In; that you havo lifted It from tho water, swung It through tho air, and doposltod It hero whoro It belongs. It la a Titan's task." "And they mado thomsolves many Inventions," 1 began merrily, then paused to sniff the air. I looked hastily at tho lantorn. ,t wns not smoking. Again I sniffed. 'Something Is burning." Maud said, with sudden conviction. Wo sprang together for tho ladder, but I raced past her to Mio deck. A denso volumo of smoko was pouring out tho stecrago companion way. "Tho Wolf Is not yot dead." I mut- tored to myself as I sprang down through tho smoko. Tho sourco of tho smoko must bo very closo to Wolf Larson my mind was mado up to this, and I went straight to his bunk. As 1 felt about among his blankets, something hot fell on tho back of my hand. It buriiod mo. und I Jerked my hnnd away. Thon I understood. Through tho cracks In tho bottom of tho upper bunk ho had sot firo to tho mattress. Ho still retained sufficient uso of his loft arm to do this. Tho damp straw of tho mattress, tired from beneath nnd do nled air, had boon smouldering all tho whllo. As I dragged tho mattress out of tho bunk It Bcemed to disintegrate In mld-alr, at tho samo tlmo bursting Into llnmos. I boat out tho burning remnants of straw In tho bunk, thon mado a dash for tho dock for fresh air. Sovoral buckets of water sufficed to put out tho burning mattress in tho middle of tho steerage Hoor; and ton minutes later, whon tho Bmoke had fairly cleared, I allowed Maud to como bolow. Wolf Larsen waB unconscious, but It was n matter of minutes for tho frosh nlr to rostoro him. Wo woro working over him, howover, whon ho lg lied for paper and pencil. "Pray do not Interrupt mo," ho wroto. "I am smiling." "I am still a bit of tho ferment, you see" ho wroto a llttlo later. I am glad you aro as small a bit as you aro," I said. "Thank you," ho wrote. "But Just think of how much smaller I shall bo before I die" And yot 1 am nil horo, Hump," ho wroto with a final flourish. "1 can think moro clearly than ovor In my llfo before Nothing to disturb mo. Concentration is porfoct. I am all horo and moro than horo." It was llko n messago from the night of tho gravo; for UiIb man's body had become his mausoleum. And there, In bo strnnge sepulture, his spirit Huttored and lived. It would tluttor and Uvo till tho last lino of communication wub broken, nnd after that who waB to suy how much longer It might contlnuo to flutter nnd Uvo"' CHAPTER XXXII. I think my loft sldo Is going," Wolt Larson wroto, tho morning after his nttempt to flro tho Bhlp. "Tho numb ness Is growing. I can hardly movo my hand. You will havo to speak louder. Tho last linos aro going down." "Aro you In pain 7" I nskod. I was compelled to ropoat my quos tlon loudly boforo ho answered. "Not nil tho tlmo." Tho loft hand stumbled slowly and painfully across tho paper, and It was with oxtremo dllllculty that wo do ciphered tho scrawl. It was llko a spirit message," Buch as aro dollv ored at Bounces of spiritualists for a dollar admission. "Hut I am still horo. all horo," tho hand scrawled moro slowly and pain fully than ovor. Tho pencil dropped, and wo hnd to replace It In tho hand. "Whon thoro Is no pain I havo per fect poaco and quiet. I havo novor thought so clearly. 1 can ponder llfo and death llko a Hindu sago." "And Immortality?" Maud queried loudly In tho car. Three times tho hand essayed to wrlto but fumbled hopelessly. Tho pencil foil. In vain wo tried to ro- placo It. Tho fingers could not cIobo on It. Thon Mnud prcssod and hold tho lingers about tho pencil with hor own hand, and tho hand wroto, In largo lottors, and bo slowly that tho mtnutos ticked oft to each letter: "BOSH." It was Wolt Larson's last word "bosh," skeptical nnd Invincible to tho end. Tho arm und hand relaxed. Tho trunk of tho body moved Bllghtly, Then thoro was no movomont. Maud released tho hand. Tho lingers spread slightly, falling npnrt of their own weight, nnd tho pencil rolled away. "Do you still hear?" 1 Bhouted, hold lng tho fingers and waiting for the slnglo prcssuro which would signify "Yes." Thoro was no response Tho hand was dead. "I noticed tho lips Bllghtly tnavo," .Maud said. I repeated tho question. Tho Hps moved. Sho placed tho tips of her fingers on them. Again I repeated Dragged the Mattress Out of the Bunk. tho question. "Yes," Maud announcod. Wo looked at each other expectantly. "What good Is It?" I asked. "What can wo say now?" "Oh, ask him" Sho hesitated. "Ask him something that requires no' for an answer," I suggested. "Thon wo will know with certainty." "Aro you hungry?" sho cried. Tho lips moved undor her ilngors, nnd sho answered, "Yes." "Will you havo somo beef?" was hor next query. "No," sho announcod. "Ucef-tea?" "Yes, ho will havo some boof-tea," sho Bald quietly, looking up at me. "Until his hearing goes wo shall bo ablo to communicate with him. And after that" Sho looked at mo queerly. I saw hor lips trembling nnd tho tears swim ming up In hor eyes. Sho owayod toward mo and I caught hor In my nrms. 'Oh, Humphroy," sho sobbed, "when will it all end? I am so tired, so tired." Sho burled hor head on my shoul der, her frail form shaken with a storm of weeping. Sho was liko a feather my arms, so slender, so ethereal Sho hns broken down at last," I What can I do without hor thought. help?" Hut , 1 soothed and comforted cr, till sho pulled herself bravely together and recuperated mentally as quickly as Bho was wont to do physically. "I ought te bo ashamed of my self," Bho said. Then added, with tho whimsical smllo I adored, "but I am only ono small woman." (TO BE CONTINUED.) COULD MAKE A GOOD GUESS Young Man Was Not Sure as to Size, but Was Willing to Take a Chance on It. Into n mon's furnishing store stopped a youny man warily, almost timidly. Ho lacked tho air of con fidence of tho man who is about to purchaso a tlo or a handkerchief or a collar. Eagerly tho gonial floorwalk er pounced upon him and tho prospec tive customer's first words oxplalned ovorythlng. "Havo you anything sultablo for a young lady?" ho asked, looking about dazedly at tho rows of shirt boxes. Something for her blrthdny, you know?" "Well, I should say wo havo. Stop right this way, please Miss Appor son, will you show this gentleman somo ludloB' hose, or" ho added, as ho noted tho Inquirer's pltlablo confu slon, "porhaps ho would prefer to see somo of thoso near-silk ladles' coat sweaters?" Ho would, ho certainly would, and when ho found a man In chnrgo at tho sweater counter ho became almost himself again. Tho sweater Idea seemed to strike him favorably, and for several minutes ho Inspected color combinations and folt fabrics. Finally tho clerk dropped him Into hot water ngnln. About what size docB the young lady wear?" It was a poser and entirely unox pected. Tho young man gazed nt a dummy figure on which a sweater coat was displayed, then walked up to It circled It with his arm, nnd nodded "About this size 1 think.' In Kings' Hqusos. Tho Gorman emperor , palaco at Corfu, recently a subject of newspaper dispatches, Is descrlbod as a magnifi cent whlto marble edifice, ono of tho mast luxurious royal residences ovor built. It wns formerly tho property ot tho unfortunate Empress Eltzaboth ot Austria, who lavlshod vast sums on Its embolllshmont. It contains over a hundrod rooms and Is aurroundod by wonderful gardens. Answered. "Now," Bald tho professor of chem istry, "under what combination is gold most quickly released?" Tho stu dont pondered a moment. "I know, Blr," ho anBworod. "Marrlago." I Questions of Man Replies by God By REV. B. B. SUTCLIFFE Extension Department Moody Bible Institute of Chicago TEXT-Only bcllovo.-Mark 5:30. Supposo a minister Is preaching on tho word "beliove" A momber of tho audience suddenly begins to ask question and tho minister answers in words from tho Scripture. Tho first question is: Whom Am I to Believe? "If wo rocelvo tho witness of man tho witness of Qod Is greater: for this Is the witness of God which ho hath tes tified of hiB son," I John 5:9. It Is not tho church, nor the minister, nor any company of men tho sinner is to believe, but It Is God himself as he speaks con cerning his son. Thoro might possibly bo somo hesitation In bollovlng what man would say, but thoro can bo no hesitancy in accepting tho testimony of such a credible witness ns God. Tho sinner is askod to bollovo nono except tho God of tho Scriptures. Then another question Is Immediately asked, viz: What Am I to Believe? God'o own answer to this is "ho that bclievcth not God hath mado him a liar; because ho belleveth not tho record that God gavo hla son. And this Is tho record that God hath given to us eternal life, and this llfo Is in his son," I John 5:10, 11. That record i3 tho gospel concerning God's son, Josus Christ, who was delivered for our offenses, who died for our sins according to tho Scriptures, who his own self bare our sins in hlB own body on tho treo, and who was raised from tho dead tho third day according to tho Scriptures. This Is what God declares concerning his son, and this is what th Blnner must bellovo in order to havo God's gift of eternal life. I am. to bollovo, on the authority of God's own testimony, that Christ died for my sins and that ho roso from tho dead and over llveth to make Interces sion for me Tho questioner aska a third ques-. tlon, viz: Why Am I to Believe? Because God commands it "And this Is his commandment, that we should bellovo on tho name of his son, Jcsub Christ," I John 3:23. Again, bo causo a refusal to bollovo is the same as calling God a liar ','he that be lloveth not God hath mado him a liar," I John 5:10. Again because it is the only way to please God "for without faith It is impossible to plcaso him," Hob. 11: G. Again because tho refusal to bollovo seals ono's own doom. "Ho that bolioveth shall bo Baved and he that believoth not Bhall be damned," Mk. 16:16. Still another question is asked, viz: God's answer to this question is very direct, for ho says, "Now la tho accepted tlmo, behold today is tho day of salvation," n Cor. 6:2. Again, ho Bays, "Today if yo will hear his voico harden not your heart," Hob. 3:7. Wo aro continually warned not to procras tinate, "Boast not thyself of tomor row for thou knowost not what a day may bring forth," Prov. 27:1. "Not today" has brought many a soul to cry "To late." "Many will soek to ontor in and shall not bo ablo when onco tho master of tho houso has risen up and hath shut to tho door," Mk. 13:24, 25. Not tomorrow, but today is your day of salvation. Another question Is then asked, viz: May I Believe as I am? God answers this by saying, "Ittm that comoth unto me I will in no wise cast out," John 6:37. "To him that worketh not but belleveth on him that Justifieth tho ungodly his faith is count ed for rlghteousnoss," Rom. 4:6. Again ho says, 'Whosoever will may como and tako ot tho water ot llfo freely," Rev. 22:17. Tho only clasB who can bo saved is sinners. If ono waits to become good boforo bollovlng that, ono will never bo saved. Tho slnnor Is to bollovo Just as ho 1b good, bad or indifferent. But another question is asked: Can I Be Saved If I Don't Bellevo7 As wo llston God replies, "Without faith it is imposslblo to pleaso him," Hob. 11:6. When Peter stood boforo tho lenders in Jerusalem thsy suggest ed practically tho samo question and tho roply was then nnd still Is, "Noith or is there salvation in any othor foi thoro Is nono other nanio undor heaven glvon among men whereby wo must bo saved," Acts 4:12. "Ho that bo lioveth not Bhall bo damned," Mk. 16:16. Thoro Is nono saved except through faith for "By graco are yo savod through faith," Eph. 2:8. Ono last question is asked, viz: Can I Be Lost If I Do Believe? And to this God answers, "Bollovo on tho Lord Jesus Christ and thou shalt bo saved," Acts 16:31. "Ho that belleveth on tho son - Is not con damned," John 3:18. "Ho that bellov- oth hath everlasting llfo and shall not como into Judgmont, but Is passed from doath unto life," John 5:24. If any believing soul Is lost God's word will bo found to bo untruo and Qod hlniBolf a false witness. "I DON'T SUFFER ANYMORE" "Feel Like a New Person," says Mr3. Hamilton. Now Castle, Ind. "From tho time I wns clovon years old until I was seven teen I suffered each month bo I had to bo in bed. I had head ache, backacho and such pains I would cramp doublo every month. I did not know what it was to bo easy a minute. My health was all run down and tho doctors did not do mo any rood. A neighbor told my mother about Lydia E. Pinkham's Vcgotablo Compound and I took it and now I fee! liko a new person. I don't suffer any moro nnd I nm regular every month. " Mre.HAZEL Hamilton, 822 South 15th St ''When a remedy has lived for forty years, steadily growing In popularity and influence, and thousands upon thousands of women declare they owo their health to it is it not reasona ble to belicvo that it is an nrticlo of great merit? ""If you want spccinl advice wrlto to Lydia E. Pinkhniu Medicine Co. (confidential), Lynn, Mass. Your letter will bo opened, read and answered by a woman and held in strict confidence And Served Him Rlnnt. "What would you call a pie-trust magnate "I'd call him a pie-rate king." HOW TO HEAL ITCHING, BURNING SKIN DISEASES A Baltimoro doctor suggests this Blmplo, but rollablo and inexpensive, homo treatment for pcoplo suffering with oczorna, ringworm, rashes and Blmllar itching, burning Bkin troubles. At any reliable druggist's get a Jar of Rcslnol Ointment and a cako of Reslnol Soap. Thcso aro not at all ex pensive. "With tho Rcslnol Soap and warm water batho tho affected parts thoroughly, until thoy aro freo from crusts and tho skin is Boftcned. Dry very gently, spread on a thin layer of tho Roslnol Ointment, and cover with a light bandago 1 necessary to pro tect tho clothing. This should bo dono twico a day. Usually tho distressing Itching and burning stop with tho first treatment, and tho skin soon becomes clear and healthy again. Adv. An aero of land In Nova Scotia la said to havo produced 600 bushel3 of potatoes. 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