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j 6/>e Temptation
I =of No. 26=
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BY MODESTE H. JORDAN.
(Copyright, 1904, by W. R. Hearst.)
"Forward, twenty-six."
In answer to the Bumir'ms a tall,
•rtalght girl, wearing a simple black
dress, the regulation costume of Ihe
women clerks In Regan Hros,. walked
briskly toward the front of the store.
It was John Regan, head of the house
of Regan Hros., a shrewd business man,
to whom the success of the "cloak and
suit house" of Regan Bros., was due,
who had called to the girl.
This." said John Regan to the tall
girl In the black gown, is Mr. Burton
of the ‘Dally Herald.' Mr. Burton
wishes to secure a model to pose In
•mart gowns and wraps to Illustrate
u fashion story In his paper."
Very shortly Burton had arranged
with the model to he prompt In appear
ing the Slraug photograph gallery. H*
Silted her for tier name before leaving
the store and learned that it was Lucy
Bax ton.
A carriage cloak, a dinner gown, low
In the neck and sleeveless, an afternoon
costume and several "creations” in
hats were borne to the photographer's
the next morning. Lucy Paxton was
there also at the appointed time. So
was Mr. Burton.
The young newspaper man caught
his breath at the vision of lovliness
that stepped before the camera front
the dressing room. What he saw was
a splendid figure, perfect as to contour,
clad In a shimmering satin of rosy tint.
The neck and arms revealed by the
low-cut bodice were as white as milk
• ml as smooth as Ivory. A small head,
poised beautifully, was crowned with
tlurk brown hair that held the light
here and there until it gleamed like
gold.
Two "view’s" of this gown were made.
Then the long carriage cloak was
thrown on. The beauty of the wearei
was Increased by Its deeper pink tint
Then came the afternoon gown and
stunning hats.
VVluit would the folks at home thinkT
And Ihere was Jack. Strange sh»
'•ad riot thought of Jack before. Now
as she walked back to the store there
was almost terror in her heart. Jack
had cautioned her before she left home
not to become a bold woman or indif
ferent to conventionalities. And poof
Jack had actually shed tears at the
thought that it was necessary for her
lo endeavor to earn a livelihood until
his college course was finished and ha
could begin the practice of law and
provide the little nest of a home he
dreamed of.
But pshaw! She told herself that
she did not believe after all that she
would care to settle down as the w ife of
ft poor young country lawyer. Other
women, not half so beautiful as herself,
bad so much more—didn't she see them
come into the store every day with
seemingly limitless hank accounts at
their disposal because they were the
wives of rich men.
That night when she left the store
ft little silk jacket was wrapped into
ft small parcel and tucked under her
•rm. There was no difficulty in getting
out of the shop with it, for John Regan
allowed no inspection of Ihe clerks.
This he considered beneath an em
ployer of men and women, and pro
claimed to those who questioned his
methods that sooner or later a thief
would convict himself, and that, too,
without special watching.
One of the hatB, a black and white
one, that the young model had worn
with the afternoon gown, was bewltch
Ingly becoming. There were other hats
that would catch the eye of the average
•hopper more readily, and If No. 26 was
ft little out of her department when she
•tepped over over to the millinery cases
luld thrust the black and white hat
back Into one corner—why no one no
ticed it.
Two rinVH lntf*r thf» V»lnr*lr TX’Vli+A
he Diamond Ship
MAX PEMBERTON
Author of “Doctor Xavier," "The Hundred Days,” eto.
Copyright by D. Appleton & Co.
1 der to the bridge deck and clutch
! ing there at the rope which opened the
steamer's siren. Good God! What an
nstant of suspense! Were the fires be
w damped down, or was there steam
the boiler? One tremendous pull
ipon the rope had no answer for me
j at all. Again, und again I Jerked the
! cord back as though very desperation
j would sound the alarm which should
; summon my friends and save me from
i the rabble. And the men below
watched me aghast, their curiosity
overpowering them, their mouths
agape, so that when the siren’s blast
went echoing over the still sea at
last, you could have heard a footfall
on our decks or caught the meaning
of a whispered message.
The • men were dumfounded. I say,
and without idea. This I have ever
observed to be a habit among sea
men when the news of any great dis
aster comes upon them or they are
taken unawares In an Instant of emer
gency. No clown could look more child
ish then, or any Master Boldface laugh
as foolishly. There they were In a
croup below me. some with their hands
thrust deep Into their pockets, some
smoking Idly; some looking into the
faces of their neighbors as though a
glance would answer the riddle of the
night. And while they stood, the siren
roared a blast of defiance again, as
the voice of a Minotaur of the deep,
warning and terrifying and not
to be resisted. Had I doubted
the vigilance of my good comrades
upon the yacht, I could have doubted
It no longer. White Wings answered
my signal almost Instantly in a higher
note of defiance, in a shrill assent to
that wild roll call, the orator mechan
ical of honest friendship. And as sha
answered, her siren seemed to put a
reproach upon me, saying, "The yacht
Is here—all Is well—why have you
doubted us?”
WESTERN CANADA
COUNTING ITS GOLD
THE GRAIN CROP OF 1910 WAS A
GOOD PAYING ONE.
Crop conditions throughout the west
of Canada were not ideal, but notwith
standing there were excellent crops.
Reports come from different parts to
the agents of the Canadian govern
ment, whose literature tens a good
part of the story, that the crops in
most places were splendid.
At Castor, Alta., F. Galloway’s oaf
crop threshed 35 bushels to the acre,
machine measure, and 44 bushels by
weight. Alex Robertson of Dellsle.
Alta., had 20 bushels to the acre oA
875 acres. \V. & H. Clark, 17 bush
els to the acre on 77 acres. Sheldon
Ramsey, 20 bushels on 160 acres,
J. Lane threshed 3,500 buohels off 20(f
acres; J. Hamilton, 5,20(1 bushels off
264 acres. Mrs. Headley had an av
erage of 25 bushels per acre on 160
acres. Chambers Bros, got 13,270
bushels off 650 acres.
Fertile Valley district, G. Rollo, had
an average of 25 bushels to the aern
on a total crop of 10,000 bushels. El
Brown of Plneher Creek had a yield
of 33 bushels on his winter wheat)
W. Walker, Miss Walker and John
Goberts all had an average yield of
25 bushels; Mr. Fitzpatrick, 23, and
Mr. FYeebairn, 20. Charles Nelson
of Bon Accord, Alberta, had threshed
his crop of 5,000 bushels of grain,
wheat, oats and barley, from 210
acres of old ground.
Wm. Logan of Bon Accord is re
ported to have threshed 400 bushels
of wheat from 9 acres of new break
ing. His oats it is said yielding over
100 bushels to the acre. Robert Mai*
tin of Belbeek, Sask., from 100 acres
got 3,740 bushels of wheat. Geo. A.
Campbell of Caron, Sask., from 130
acres summer fallow got 40 bushels
per acre, and from 60 acres stubble
got 24 bushels per acre. One of the
farmers of Colonsay threshed out 34
bushels of wheat per acre from 15®
acres summer fallow, and another 33
bushels per acre. James Glen ol
Orinkwater, Sask., had 36Ya bushel®
per acre; 40 acres summer fallow,
31 bushel3 per acre; 40 acres stubble^
27 bushels per acre; total, 6,680
bushels off 200 acres. Abe Winters
}f Fleming has 39 bushels of wheat
per aero. At Govan, Benjamin Arm
strong had 33 bushels to the acre.
CHAPTER XVIII. (Continued.)
"Was General Fordlbras on board
with tho man you speak of?” I
"Not this trlj>. I heard tell he'd gone
to Europe. He's too easy for this Job. •
Three Fingers never could look a Shef
field knlfo In the. face. I guess his
daughter’s got all the courage.”
We had passed another door of steel
as he spoke and descended a short flight
of stairs to a second corridor, above ,
which were cublns of a commoner or
der. Here the surgery of the ship had i
been located—a well-fitted, thoroughly i
modern apartment, recently tenanted, It i
seemed, by a doctor who knew what the :
hospitals of Europe were doing. A ■
quick search discovered the antiseptics, ,
the wool, the liniment, and the lancets, ;
without which so little could be done i
for the wounded men above. There was ]
nothing missing for the practice of a i
modern art.
It would be a work of supererogation .
to tell you of the long hours which fol
lowed immediately upon my assumption ■
of tho role of ship’s doctor. I passed I
through them as one passes through a .
dreamland of restless thoughts. There j
was no less than 31 wounded men upon t
l he steamer, and of these seven be- [
longed to the fo’eastlo party, 24 to the
saloons. The latter chained my Inter- (
ests In spite of their condition, for there i
were Englishmen among them and |
faces that the stories of recent crimes
had made familiar to me. One lad. ,
slashed heavily across tho forehead by ,
a clasp knife, had been mentioned, I ,
remembered In connection with the !
famous forgeries upon the bank of ,
England some five years ago. I recog- '
nlzed the Italian Jewel thief Detucchi, ,
the German forger Urich, the young .
Belgian Monterry, supposed to be serv- .
lug a sentence of penal servitude for .
life for bis attack upon King Leopold. ,
Happily, a few of these men had been ‘
wounded by rifle bullets. Those whom f
the guns had killed fell upon the in
stant and their bodies were already in '
the sea. My patients were the victims
of cuts, fearful gashes in some cases 1
and difficult fractures in others. Two '
died while 1 tried to help them. It was *
a woeful task and I trust that I may
never be called to its fellow. '
The honest men, happily—for so I ’
railed the sailors of the ship—had suf- i '
fared considerably less. 1 found them '
profoundly grateful for such services as F
1 could render them; nor did tho Am- '
erlcan hesitate to tell me frankly the 1
story of the mutiny. 11
"We were for making Rio, but Mr. Ross f
stood out,” he said. “A relief’s ex- '
pocted, and I guess there are some law- I
sick -folk on board her. He treated us *
like dirt and began to talk of rafting, f
Do you know what rafting Is, doctor—■ c
no; well. It’s putting living men over- l
board on a raft as big as a deal board 1
and wishing ’em good luck while they 11
go. Don’t try it while you can sail 1
3d(oon. Colin Ross fell sick of a fever, I
and Is down below, raving now. We '•[
got the arms by tickling the mate’s (
whiskers and promising him Ross’s '
berth. That was the llrst and the last f
of It. We shut ’em down like sheep,
and now we’re going ashore to spend t
our money—those that live, though t
they’re like to be few enough.” 1
Hero was truth beyond all question, s
I stood on tho deck of a veritable plague '
ship. A wall of death rose unceasingly. 1
Night had come down and a thick white 1
mist enveloped the ocean all about us. i
The yacht was nowhere to be seen. Of
all the hours of that great endeavor, t
this to me was tho worst, alike in its 1
menace and its suggestion. ;
For I said that the yacht might lose
rne In the fog anil leave me, the pris- i
oner of these desperate men and their ,
hostage against the Justice which 3
awaited them.
CHAPTER XIX.
naking, doctor," he said far from
Pleasantly. "Well, I don’t suppose it
natters much anyway. My mates want
/on pretty badly, and while they want
/ou, I guess you'll have to stop. Just
>tep down and take another look at
Harry Johnson, will you? He’s raving
Ike a fool woman in the Doldrums,
fou can turn in by and by—1*11 see
vhat Williams can do for you—though
t’s forward you must swing your ham
nock, and no two opinions about that."
To this I answered, in a tone as de
isive as his own, that my comings and
ny goings would be ordered by none
>ut myself, and that his friend must
.wait his turn. A long acquaintance
vith rogues has ooncinved me that any
veakness of civility is lost upon them,
ind that firmness to the point of bru
ality is the only weapon. I would
lave shot this man dead had he given
ne an impudent answer, and his sur
mise when he heard me speak was
oinethlng to see.
“No offense, doctor,” he said quickly.
I’ll tell Harry you’ll be along present
y. Don’t think as we’re not obliged to
ou for what you’ve done. The boys
re ready enough to tell you so. You
ake your own time, and do what’s best
leasing to you. There’s work enough.’’
He spat his filthy tobacco Juice into
ho sea, and, turning upon his heel,
/ent forward to Join his companions
iy the fo’castle.
Let me escape these decks, I re
jected, and how much farther was I
pon the road to finality? I could tell
plain tale to the government, cer
ainly, and could open the doors of this
cm pie of assassins to the world—but
/ho would crush so vast a conspiracy?
Vhat unity of national action, what
nitiative would war upon the greater i
ruths of it, hunting the tigers from ;
heir dons or ridding the cities of their j
Hies? All that I had done, all my i
lanning, all my thinking had left Im
oth a free man and sent me a prisoner
n the deck of his ship.
This was the outcome of my philos
phy as l stood by the gangway and
matched the shifting mists, here open
ig a little silvered pathway—as to an !
rbor of delights; there beating down
gain in dark clouds of vapor, and
hutting all the hither scene from my ,
Jew. The men had left me alone for
he time being, but their absence
corned a greater peril. I could hear a
nid argument going on by the fo’cas
le and voices raised in persuasion or in
nger. The monster ship herself drift
d helplessly, as a great stricken beast
arching in agony and seeking only a
lace to end its woes. Every faculty
hat I possess told me that I was in
reat danger. These rogues would
ome forward presently and put some
reposition to me. So I argued, nor did
he night give me the lie. Shuffling
nd hesitating they came, some 20 or
lore of them, before another hour had
assed, all together in a deputation, and
s reqdy, I would swear, to cut me
own here I stool, as to drink the rum
hich an obliging purser had served
ut to them.
A deep silence fell upon the Dia
mond Ship when this signal came re
verberating over the waters. None of
the amazed seamen spoke a word or
made a movement for many minutes.
I had already put my pistol into my
pocket and taken a cigaret from my
case. If I wished the men to believe
that the hour of crisis had passed, I
was under no delusion at all myself.
Nor remember that I had gone up to
the bridge and stood there, during this
supreme instant of danger, and that,
if I would regain the deck of the yacht,
I must descend the ladder down
through these serried ranks of men;
and must pass as one who was going
from them to the house of an avenger,
to his comrades who would judge the
story and help him to decide upon
the punishment. The rogues’ very sal
vation depended upon my captivity; I
was their hostage, and by me would
reprieve come, if reprieve were to he
hoped for at all. This I perceived
long before it had dawned upon the
witless rabble; but it occurred even to
them at last, and crowding about the
ladder’s foot they told me bluntly that
they were aware of it.
"Guess it’s your turn,” the
American, venturing a step upward but
no more. His manner had become
sheepish, I observed, and he spoke with
less truculence.
"My turn, as you say, sir,” I re
joined with what composure I could.
"I am now going aboard my yacht,
and there I will decide what is to be
done with you. 'That will depend upon
your behavior, I advise you to remem
ber as much.”
I lit my cigaret and waited for him
to go on. White Wings was evident
ly quite near to us now—I could hear
the throb of her turbines: her siren
hooted repeatedly. The night was mine
but for an accident. And yet, heaven
knows, it appeared to me then that an
accident must befall me unless a mir
acle intervened.
"That’s your yacht, right enough,”
the Yankee went on immediately. “And
so far as It’s her, we’re in a clove
hitch ourselves. The question is, who’s
to put you aboard her, and what shall
we be about when he’s doing it? Now.
see here, as between man and man—
you give us your solemn affidavit not
to do anything against me ship’s crew
and you’re free to come and go as
you choose. That’s my first condition
—the second is as you sign the paper
Will Kayner has drawn up and abido
by its terms. Do as much as that and
your friends shan’t be more willing to
help you. But if you don’t do it—
why, then, look out for yourself, for,
by the Lord above me, you ain’t got
10 minutes to live.”
He came another step up the lad
der, cheered, as it seemed, by his own
eloquence. As for the men. they opened
their lips for the first time since my
yacht had answered me, and their
hoarse roar of defiance, uttered In that
unpleasant timbre to which the sea at
tunes the human voice, backed the
threat and made it their own. Had It
been left to me under circumstances
less dangerous, I might have given
them my word to let them go free,
and signed the paper their leader spoke
about; but just in the same measure
that they threatened me, so did my
anger against them rise—and stepping
briskly to the topmost rung of the lad
der I answered them in a sentence
that even their dull intellects could
understand.
(Continued Next Week.V
First College Student—Don’t you
think some peopjo ask a good many
fool questions in letters?
Second Collego Student—Yes. Now,
my father always wants to know if
I’m a bank.
■■ Critics.
""Only competent critics can giva
competent criticisms," said Admiral
Malian, at the Immortals’ recent recep
tlon In New York. "The ignobler the
critic the ignobler the criticism—even
of the very finest things—that he will
pronounce.
"A man in a bar was praising a fa
tnous American Journalist, a Justly
famous Journalist, a Journalist who
-gets out a really fine paper.
“ ‘Yes,’ the bartender agreed, ’his
paper is a good one. It picked two win
inerst last week.’ ”
CHILDREN AFFECTED
By Mother'*} Food and Drink.
"Many babies have been launched
nto life with constitutions weakened
>r dlseaso taken In with their moth,
era’ milk. Mothers cannot bo too caro
ful as to the food they use while nurs
Ing their babes. ;
The experience of a Kansas City
mother is a case in point:
“I was a great coffee drinker from a
■child, and thought I could not do with
out It I!ut I foufld at last it was do
Ing me harm. For years I had been j
troubled with dizziness, spots before
my eyes und pain in my heart to
which was added, two years later, a
chronic, sour stomach.
“The baby was born 7 months ago,
and almost from the beginning, It, too,
•uttered from sour stomach. She was
taking it from mi*
“In my distress I consulted a friend
»f more experience and she told me
lo quit coffee, that coffee did not
make good milk. I have since ascer
tained that it really dries up the milk.
“So. I quit coffee and tried tea and
at last cocoa. But they did not agree
with me. Then I turned to Postum
. -with the happiest results. It proved
•to be the very thing I needed. It not
-only agreed perfectly with baby and
myself, but It increased tho flow of
my milk.
“My husband then quit coffee and
used Postum and quickly got well of
the dyspepsia with which he had been
'troubled. I no longer suffer from the
■dizziness, blind spells, pain In my
heart or eour stomach.
“Now wo all drink Postum from my
husband to my seven months’ old
laby. It has proved to be the best
tot drink we have ever used. We
•rould not give up Postum for the best
toffee we ever drank.” Name given
by Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich.
Get the little book, "The Road to
WellvlHe." Id pkgs.
“There's a Reason.”
Ever rend the above letter? A nen
eae appear* from time to time. They
are ccenulne, true, and full of human
Interest.
hat was reposing in the tray of a smull
trunk In a small hall bedroom.
The week was slipping by very fast.
She was so anxious to finish the cos
tume she was fashioning before the
next Sunday! Carl Burton had asked
her to allow hint to escort her to
church, and she had not been to church
since she had reached the city, because
her best frock was so shabby. She
had been saving from her earnings to
buy new materials und had ut last
made her purchases.
It was Saturday and Jack had
strolled Into the store unexepectedly,
announcing with u beaming face that
he had found It possible to get away
xnd had thought he would run down
and spend Sunday with Lucy.
The long afternoon stretched out Into
twilight, and the supper bell rang.
Lucy ate little and hastily and returned
to her room.
After an hour’s more stitching there
was a rap on her door and the white
and frightened face of the landlady
peeped In. Close behind her were two
tnefl. One of them—Mr. John Regan.
With a startled cry Lucy sprang to
her feet. Spools and scissors littered
the floor. One glance at the hat and
Jacket and the men in the doorway
and Lucy sank on her knees with a
moan, burying her face In her hands.
John Regan stepped to her side and
lifted her up.
"It Is all right, all right," he said,
kindly. “Nobody knows of this but
the dectecttve here and myself. The
articles will he replaced In the store,
und you may come down Monday and
resign your position."
The landlady had fled, but ngaln she
appeared, and behind her was a stal
wart fellow. At his appearance Lucy
gave a glad cry ami sprang to his out
stretched arms. "Oh. Jack. Jack,” she
cried, "explain to them. Tell them that
I am not stealing, hut that I brought
the hat and Jacket home to copy them.
We were so busy I could nut Und
time; I kept them longer than I In
tended. and then I was afraid to
See, see," the girl fairly screamed as
she dragged from beneath her little bed
ti long box containing a partly trimmed
hat and pieces of n jacket, almost exact
duplicates of these John Regan and the
detective were holding in thetr hands.
The applique on the Jacket and the
chitTon fold on the hat I could never
have got right without them to look
at.”
The explanation was too much. The
girl's strength was gone, and Jack held
her tenderly resting against his shoul<f
er.
After a consultation with Regan
Jack paid $70 for the jacket and hat,
and when Lucy protested he pressed
her to hts heart.
"They are the first articles for your
trousseau,” he whispered. "It is all
right now, you know. will you go
home on the noon trnin with me to
morrow?"
She hid her face upon his shoulder
and sobbingly replied In the affirmative.
In His Own Estimation.
Washington Star; "A hero Is a man who
floes something bold and desperate tor
hts country’s good, Isn’t he?" said Sena
tor Sorghum.
"Ves," was thereply,
"Well, I don’t nee why nobody comes
Ground with medals for me. I once risked
$30,000 getting Into a position whete 1 could
serve my country."
Augustus Thomas, playwright, has
decided to Bettle permananUi In Eu
rope
1 was In a situation of grave peril; .
but It woukl have been imprudent be- J
yoml measure to have admitted it.
"Old Valentine knew a good tap when 1
he tasted it, and there’s plenty of the
right sort on board,” the American said
to me good naturedly. “You’ve only v
got to give a name to it and the corks *
will be flying like rockets. Ask for 1
what you’re wanting, doctor, and I’ll
skin the lubber who doesn’t run to f
fetch It. God knows what my mates
would have done if you hadn’t come *
among them.” £
It was honestly said, and as honestly 'c
meant. And yet, willingly as I would c
have accepted his cordial offer, fear of
the consequences held me back. Who f
would dare to think of drink amid such *
a crew as this, or to remind it that
drink was to be had? [
Okyada, my servant, had vanished
unaccountably, nor had I heard a sin- J
gle word concerning him since we came
on board together. The yacht had dis- :
appeared from my ken. In these try- .
Ing circumstances, I welcomed a re- 1
quest from one of the seamen that I
would visit Colin Ross, the captain of \
the vessel, and until lately the repre- *
sentatlve of Valentine Imroth, aboard ‘
her. This man I found lying grievous- ‘
ly wounded by a bullet which had en
tered the left lung and penetrated in 1
such an ugly fashion, that his life must ,
be but a question of hours.
There was still much mist when I
came upon deck at. 11 o’clock after ‘
caring for Ross, but it had lifted to :
the northward, and the atmosphere was '
everywhere clearing. I had some ex
pectation of spying out the yacht ]
should the breeze strengthen, and yet
there was no hour of all that emprise !
which found mo in such a desolation of ;
spirit or so doubtful of the ultimate
Issue. Why had my friends made no !
effort to reach me? What kept them? ;
Why did they leave me here at the
mercy of these cutthroats, my life as a 1
gossamer which any puff of anger
might destroy, my liberty in these
ruffians’ keeping? Sober reason would 1
have replied that they could have done
nothing else; but this was not the time.*
for reason, and, indeed. I came to call
It the darkest hour of them all. Vainly
I raged against my own acts and the
judgment which had carried me on
board the ship. It had been madness to
come; it would be madness to let the
men know as much. Already I was
aware of a disposition to treat me with
less respect—it may have been pure
imagination, but the idea came into my
head, and a brief conversation with the
American did nothing to displace it.
"I am going aboard my own yacht."
I said to him—that would have been
ubout the hour of midnight. "1 am go
ing aboard my yacht, but I will return
at daybreak and see what more I can
do. Mr. Ross says that you are head
ing for the Brazils. That is no affair
of mine. The man I want is no longer
on the ship. I have no concern with
the others nor they with me. Let us
put things as straight as we can—and
then talk about the shore.”
This should not have been said. It j
occurred to me almost as I uttered the j
words, that the man had not hitherto J
thought about the yacht at all; but j
no sooner had I spoken than he step
ped to the gangway and Immediately I
realized the situation.
"Guess your people havo gone hay- |
heir chief speaker, and with him was
ho man called Bill Evans. Advancing
y the promenade deck in a body, they
corned to find some little difficulty
ehen It came to expressing themselves
a plain English; and had the situation
eon less dangerous, It would have been
musing enough.
"Well, my men,” I cried, being careful
r> have the first word at them; “what
* it, now? Speak up, I shall not eat
ou."
"Beg pardon, sir, we wish you to
now that Will Rayner has been made
aptain of this ship, and that he wishes
ou to go below.”
The man named Evans spoke, and I
aust say his manner was diverting
nough.
“That is very considerate of Mr. Wili
am Rayner," said I with a laugh. “Will
e not step forward—am i not to have
he pleasure of seeing him?”
"He's back there by the capstan, sir.
Ve’re a dep.vtashun, if you please. Will
.on't have nobody aft the gallery, and
hat's his plain words. You’re to go
clow and to wait until you're sent for."
I looked the speaker full in the face
nd laughed at him contemptuously.
"My men,” I said calmly, addressing
hem all together, “do you wish to be
float tomorrow morning, or Is this ship
nd all aboard her to be at the bottom
f the Atlantic?”
They were evidently perplexed. The
;entleman by name of Bill Evans con
inued to speak.
“Me and my mates, beggin' your par
on sir—we don’t fall in with that,
rour’re fair marooned, and that’s the
nd of It. Will says as he means well
iy you, but while you’re on this ship,
ou’Il obey him and nobody else. Hum
ily representin’ it, sir, we’ll have to see
hat you do as Will says—"
I took a pistol from my pocket and
lellberately cocked it. This was touch
nd go for my very life. Had I shot
me of those men, I knew that It would
.11 be over in an instant, and that they
could either bow the knee to me or
nurder me on the spot,
"Now, see here," said I. “My yacht’s
ying out yonder not a biscut toss from
his deck. If you give me as much as
mother word of impudence, I'll send
•ou and every rufflian aboard here
0 hades as sure as this is a
evolver, and there are cartridges
n it. Go and tell Mr. Will Rayner
vhat I say, for, by the Lord above
ne, I will go myself and fetch him,
f you do not."
I have said that the moment was
•rltlcal beyond any through which I
tave lived, and a truer word could
lot be spoken. There we stood, the
ingrv seamen upon one side, myself
ipon the other, each party knowing
hat the issue was for good and all,
ind yet neither willing to bring the
nstant of It upon us. As for these
vretched fellows, I do not believe that
hey would have lifted a hand against
lie had it not been for the American
who incited them. He was the ring
eader despite the newly made captain,
ind his mock authority. And he was
;he dangerous man with whom I had
;o deal
"1 guess your yacht may he where
,'ou say she Is," he remarked with
1 drawl; "but she’s got to hustle If
she wants to eor.ie up with us this
summer weather. Don’t you be too free
with yoru pistol, doctor, or some of us
will have to take It from you. You’re
a clove-bitch, and had better keep a
civil tongue in your head, or maybe
we’ll cut It out and see what It’s made
of. Now just you come along o’ me
and don’t make no trouble about it.
Will Rayner ain’t a goin’ to eat you,
and you ain’ at goin’ to eat him, so
step up brisk, doctor, and let’s see
you march.”
Tuis Impudent harangue was hailed
by a salvo of applause. The fellow
himself took two steps toward me and
laid a hand upon my shoulder. He
hr.d scarce touched me with his fin
gers when I struck him full in the
face, and he rolled headlong Into the
scuppers. The same Instant saw me
leaping for my very life up the lad.
A Cautious Hero.
From the New York Telegraph.
The girl fell overboard.
“Help!” she cried.
The middleaged bachelor threw of hta
coat.
“Promise I won’t have to marry you.**
he cried.
“I promise.” replied the girl, “Save
me!”
The bachelor turned to a man nearby.
“You heard her, did you?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Your name, please!”
“Henry Brown.”
“Your address!”
“Sixty-six Umptieth street.”
The bachelor took a notebook from his
coat pocket and wrote them down. Then
he put the notebook in his hip pocket aruf
1 leaped into the whirling water.
The girl was saved.
What Jeremiah Said.
From the Portland Oregonian.
Jerry Rusk, the speaker of the Oregon
house, is no doubt of the kin of Uncle
Jerry Rusk, who as governor of Wiscon
sin “seen his duty and done it” in the
time of the Polish strike in Milwaukee.
Uncle Jerry once bought some pork of
Rev. Elkanah Whitworth which needed
disinfecting. At a camp meeting Elder
Whitworth was quoting the prophets to
inspire repentance in the unregenerate and
the backsliders. “What does Elijah say?”
And he quoted from Elijah. Daniel fared
likewise. Then came the cl’.max. “What
does Jeremiah say?” before the elder
could answer with his quotation Uncle
jerry was on his feet. “He says, by gra
cious, you’ve got to take the pork back."
Bully.
From Ideas.
An Irishman and his English friend were
out rabbit shooting. They had been very
unsuccessful and were returning down
hearted when they saw a hare dart out of
the hedge.
Mike, in amazement, failed to shoot, and
the hare escaped.
“Why didn't you shoot it?” asked the
Englishman.
“Shure,” said Mike. “I didn’t see it till
it was out of sight.”
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lonn uiumnn, a Dusneis. Charles
Latta. 33 bushels. J. K. Taylor, 33
bushels. W. Small, 2,060 bushels on
90 acres. J. F. Moore, 6,500 bushels
on 215 acres. J. MacLean, 1,500 bush<
!ls on 63 acres. W. Hopwood, 1,750
bushels on 60 acres. W. Gray, 950
bushels on 30 acres. W. Curtin, 850
bushels on 30 acres. John Meyers,
Jr, of Grand Coulee, reports 34%
bushels to the acre. P. P. Epp of
Langham, Sask, has 35 1-3 bushels pet
icre. J. J. Thiessen, 31 bushels per
icre. Chris Dear, 25 bushels per
icre from 90 acres. Wm. Thiessen,
18 y2 bushels from 100 acres. P. P.
Schultz, 18 bushels per acre from 100
icres. Ilobt. H. Wiggins of Manor,
Sask, had 39 bushels wheat and 75
bushels of oats per acre. Fred Cobb,
10 bushels of wheat and 75 bushels of
>ats per acre. Jack Robinson, 39
bushels of wueat per acre. Wm. Kim
3el of Milestone, Sask, had 38 bush'
sis of wheat per acre. R. J. Moore,
40 bushels of wheat per acre. Martin
Roddy, 38 bushels of wheat per acre.
L D. Sifton of Moose Jaw had 37
bushels wheat per acre; oats, GO bush
els per acre; flax, 11 bushels to the
icre. John L. Smith of New Warren
bad 35 bushels of wheat per acre. At
Regina H. W. Laird had 35 bushels
to the acre; W. H. Duncan, wheat, 23
bushels to the acre, flax, 16 bushels;
3. M. Bell, wheat, 35 bushels to the
icre, oats, 70 bushels; O. E. Rothwell,
25 bushels to the acre; J. McKinnls,
wheat, 35 bushels summer fallow; 20
bushels stubble; oats, 80 bushels; J.
S. Mooney, 31 bushels of wheat; 80
bushels oats on stubble.’ At Tessfes,
Wm. Nesbitt had 44 bushels wheat to
the acre. Sep. Latrace, 34 bushels.
Thos. Miller, 31 bushels. These were
til on summer fallow. Major Bros.’
■stubble went 14. At Tuxford, Sask,
C. B. Dunning had 37 bushels. James
Bain, 41 bushels summer fallow. At
Yellow Grass, Wm. Robson, off one
half section, bad 45 bushels wheat to
the acre, and 40 bushels off another
averaged 37 bushels to the acre. Geo.
Steer, off a twenty-acre field, threshed
half. M. A. Wilkinson, off 160 acres,
52 bushels wheat to the acre. His
whole crop averaged over 40. Jas.
A. R. Cameron’s half section averaged
over 36 bushels to the acre. D. Mc
Nevan, who has two farms, averaged
about 40 bushels. W. A. Cooper got
47 bushels to tho acre off 71 acres;
his whole crop went about 40. John
Murray, 35 per acre off 160 acres.
Hockley Bros, 35 per acre off a half
section. WT. Ransom, 35 per acre of
tho Cathcert farm. N. Dunne. 39 to
the acre. S. C. Hart, 38 per acre.
T. Murray, Jr, 36 to the acre. A. E.
McEwan. 38 to the acre. Mayor Tay
lor, 32 to the acre.
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