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He rocked the ' 3y-w.*ieel to and fro half a dozt n times, then gave it a smart upward pull. Instantly there was a dull explosion in the cylinder, and the wheel began to spin steadily to the muffled drumming of the ex haust ed: hering way. the boat moved at a more lively pace, with her sail flap ping empty and listless and idly swinging boom. By the time Coast, instructed hy his highly efficient crew, had piloted the Echo safely through to the Sound, a dead calm held. A little later a chill breath of air fanned Coast’s cheek, the first whiff out of (he southwest. The water flawed and darkened with the flying catspaws. CHAPTER V.—(Continued.) Appleyard executed an ample ges ture. "Romance." he replied. Sen tentious. ' Who arc you. anyway?" pursued Coast incautiously. “I might put the same question to you. sir." "To your prospective employer?" The faded eyes twinkled. "As near h won over as that. Mr. Coast? De cidedly tny talents should have been devoted to spellbinding, as you so delicately suggest. . . . But square ly. sir."—he grew momentarily grave and earnest—"I've been painfully j truthful: mv monaker is actually Mel chisedec Appleyaid. incredible as It may sound. 1 give you my word I’m an honest uian: the law has no knowl edge of or concern with me." For all his banter he betrayed not a little eagerness as he bent forward, scanning Coast's face HU verdict was something deferred; Coast was actually and seriously con sidering the preposterous suggestion. Tbe little man promised a diverting companion, who bad proven such up to that moment; and there were dark hours when Coast needed diversion poignantly. Beyond question it would be convenient to have somebody at one’s beck and call, to stand a trick at the wheel or advise concerning dangerous waters. And. furthermore. Coast thought to detect in Mr. Apple yard’s manner a something which lent more than a mite of confirmation to his bint that he needed food and shel ter—If only temporarily. . . . Fin ally. one Inclined to like the man tor himself; his personality persuaded even when one realized the apparent silliness of yielding to his Impor tunity. In the end Coast nodded slowly. "I’ll go you." he said, holding the other’s eyes: “I*H take you at your word.' Relief shone radiant on tbe with ered face. "Right you are. Mr. Coast!" cried Appleyard. extending a hand. "I promise you won’t regret this. Word of honor, sir!” "That’s understood.” Coast pressed the band and released it. "And now let's get under way I’m for bold wa ter—Nantucket Sound to begin with. Can we make Vineyard Haven by nightfall, do you think?” "With this wind, via Quick’s Hole?" Coast nodded and Appleyard consid ered sagely. “Of course we can." he proclaimed. i ue log swept in swittiy. *ar across the breadth of wind-dulled water Coast could see it moving onward like a wall, momentarily gaining in bulk. Already it was hovering threateningly over Gay Head, and while he looked a thin. gray, spectral arm stole across the low land at Menemsha Bight and began to grope Its blind way up the Sound. Coast steered with his gaze fixed upon the compass on the engine-pit hatch, now his cole guide. Insen CHAPTER VI. "All ready?" Coast. at the wheel, nodded to Ap pleyard. who was crouching in the bows. "Ready.” he said There followed a splash as Apple yard dropped the hook of the mooring at which the Echo had been riding I overnight. In a long and graceful sweep the Echo swung round and slipped briskly down the harbor to the urge of the following wind. Early in the afternoon the wind be gan to fail, its volume diminishing by tits and starts; heavy puffs alternated with spells of steady breezing suc cessively more faint. Over the bows the entrance to Wuick's Hole, the passage between Pasque and Nashawena Islands, be ' came plainly visible. | Appleyard remarked the signs of i change with a wrinkle of disquiet be * tween his brows slbly the fog grew more dense, so that in time the mast was more or less indistinct and only a yard or so of pallid water was visible on either hand. "Vineyard Haven tonight, by any chance?" he asked suddenly. Appleyard shook his head decidedly. “Not unless we get a breeze stiff enough ta blow this off.” "Then we'd better find an anchor age for the night?" "Only thing to do. I'm willing to risk my valuable rep. as a weather prophet, that this won't lift before morning.” “Tarpaulin Cove?" Appleyard pursed his thin lips and rubbed his nose, considering. "Good enough anchorage,’’ he admitted; "but for niuh. I ain't strong for it. Menem sha Bight would do us more com fortably—across the Sound, you know, a bit east of Gay Head." “Why Menemsha Bight?" "Because there’s an able-bodied and energetic fog bell at Tarpaulin. Take my advice. Theretll be nothing but dead silence at the Bight, and it isn't much of a run over there." "You know best How shall 1 hold her?” j "Going to have a shift of wind, you think?** Coast asked. The little man nodded anxiously, i “It"a a cinch.” he asserted. "And when It doea swing the chances are ten to one It’ll come In from the sou' «est. That'* the prevailing wind round here at this season, you know.” "Well? Even so. it'll favor us up the Sound, won't It? Besides, we've got the motor. ..." That'll help a heap in case that fog comes down on us. won't It?" Apple yard snorted in disgust, nodding to ward the bank of tawny haze that dls* colored the horizon beyond the low proflies of Nashawena and CuttyhuDk, over the starboard counter, i "Hadn't thought of that—” “And yet you bad the nerve to re sent my suggestion that you needed a keeper:*' "Well. then, tt's up to us to make I that passage as soon as we can— what? Hadn’t I better get tile motor going? Here, take the wheel, while I I—" "Never mind.” Appleyard returned. "That's my Job. You stay put. That : la, unless you prefer—** "No; I'm not crazy about it. Go ahead and break your back turning up ; a cold engine, if you want to.” "Don’t let that fret you any. Cap'n.” Appleyard grunted, setting the bin nacle aside and lifting the engine-pit batch. "Me. I was born and brought up with marine motors; they used to fill my nursing bottle with a mixture of gasoline and Vacuum A. Pipe your uncle.” He dropped lightly into the pit, threw in both the main and shut-oC switches, opened the globe-valve In the feed pipe, made a slight adjust ment of the carbureter, and slowly turned up the fly-wheel. An angry buzzing broke out In the spark-collt "You zee,” he said with elaborate Sou east. “So." Coast put the wheel over I and brought the Echo round to that I course, as indicated by the compass. Monotonously the chronometer In 1 the cabin knelled the half-hours. [ About two bells (five o’clock) Apple yard began to fidget uneasily. He knocked out his pipe and, jumping up, trotted forward to the bows, where, an arm embracing the mast, he remained ‘for many minutes stubbornly peering ahead into dreary blankness which the keenest vision could by no means have penetrated. After a while he returned, discour aged, to the cockpit. “1 don’t lilte this," he asserted glumly. “There's something gone wrong. We ought to 've made the Bight over an hour ago. I've been expecting we’d run aground every minute of the last thirty. . . Sure you’ve got the course right?” “Absolutely,” returned Coast with conviction. i “Then what the divvle's the mat ter” grumbled the little man. “Mar tha's Vineyard hasn't moved. I'll go ball; and we certainly couldn't hold that course as long as we have with out striking land somewhere.” He wagged a perturbed head, growling inarticulate dissatisfaction. “Let me think. . . . Something wrong . . . What . . . ? Walt!" he cried abruptly. “Maybe . . . Hold that wheel steady for a bit, will you.” Dropping to his knees he peered in tently into the binnacle, at the same time opening the cut-off switch and disconnecting the batteries. The mo tor promptly coughed and was quiet, the droning in the spark coif died away, and Coast, leant.g forward In. wonder, saw the compass dial jerk aS if suddenly'release and then swing, through an arc of almost ninety de grees ere it steadied. “What in thunder does that mean?" he demanded, surprised to the point of incredulity. "Means we’re both asses of blooded, lineage," said Appleyard sourly, ris-i ing; "though you're not a marker t<* me. I should’ve known better—I'd 've thought of it right away if I had only half the sense God gives the domestic, goose. That compass was right on top of the spark coil. Naturally it magnetized. . . . And I would've known better.‘too. if ever 1 had run an engine with the coil on the cylin der before! Oh—piffle!” "Then I've been holding the wrong course for several hours." "Prezactlv." "And you haven’t any idea where j we are?” "Not "a glimmer.” Thoroughly disheartened. Coast left i the wheel. “Nice mess," he obcerved i quietly. Appleyard sighed profoundly. The worst of it is, I'm a sawed-off little runt, too small for you to kick as ! ought to be kicked. ...” ■'Yes." said Coast. They dined simply and solemnly on cold things, after which Appleyard. at his own suggestion, took the Arst watch. "You need rest,” he ai£.-ued. and 1 don't—rarely sleep over three hours a night. You turn in now and when your time's up I'll call you. There's nothing to worry about, any way; we're perfectly safe unless we're in ship channel, which I judge we. ain’t from the absence of any whist ling hereabouts.” Coast was really very tired and lit tle loath to be persuaded. He dropped ofT instantly into dreamless sleep. At some time during the night he , "We're Perfectly Safe Unless We’re in Ship Channel.” was disturbed by a heavy splashing ' under the bows. He roused Just enough to appreciate where he was. and lay staring drowsily at the cabin lamp until (he seemed to hare dozed oIT again and again awakened) he was aware of Appleyard's presence in the cabin. "Hello,” he yawned, staring at the little man's head and shoulders as be sat on the other transom, beyond the center-board trunk, busying himself over something Invisible in his hands. “What’s up?” "Sorry I waked you," returned Ap pleyard. His eyes flickered keenly over Coast’s face for an instant. "We drifted aground a few minutes ago.” he explained in a perfunctory tone; "1 pushed cff with the sweep and anchor ed with a short cable.” “Whereabout d’you think we are?” Coast pursued sleepily. "How should I know? Menemsha Bight for choice, but it might be any where along the Vineyard Coast—pos-, sibly Pasque—or No Man's Land.” "What’s that?” "No Man's Land? Oh. a little island south of Gay Head, ’bout as big's a handkerchief. Practically uninhab ited.” Appleyard rose. “What you doing?" Coast yawned extravagantly. (TO BE CONTINUED.) Not the Odor of Araby. Theodore P. Shoots at a dinner at the Chicago club, praised the venti lation of New York’s tubes. "Our tubes,” he said, “smell as sweet, al most. as a clover held In June. But I wish you could smell the under ground railways of London, especially those railways that haven’t been elec trified!" Mr. Shonts’ beaming smile was evidence of the fact that an ap propriate story had come into hla mind. “Two spirits clad In winding sheets.” he said, “advanced with slow., shrinking steps toward a portal over which were inscribed the words. ’All hope abandon, ye who enter here.' Krom this portal belched vast val umes of foul black smoke. The first spirit, as be neared the dreadful gate way, sniffed. "My word!’ he said. ‘It smells like the blawsted tuppenny tube!' ‘Oh, not so bad as that.' said the second spirit.” Man’s Preposterous Appetite. Herbert W. Fisher in the World's Work for July gives a very uncomfort able simile as an Illustration ot the surplus quantities of food we con sume. Two generations ago a Dutch physi cian, out walking with his child, called the lad’s attention to a passing hay, load as big as a mastodon. "There, my son,” said he. ”is the equivalent of what one man eats in a year In excess of what he needs.”—World's Work. CHINESE TROOPS ON THE WAY TO THE FRONT OJY T2Z? OOZY TO mg' I7?a2Y7< THE accompanying photograph, -just received from China, shows imperial troops leaving Pekin for the front to light the revolutionists. it is interesting as showing the kind of guns used, the uniform of the Manchu soldiers and how the men are transported to the seat of war. TELLS OF HARDSHIPS Alaska Gold Miner Sends Plea to Judge. William R. Miller of Glacier Creek Im plores Jurist Not to Grant a Di vorce to Wife for Desertion— Writes of Struggle. Spokane, Wash.—William R. Miller, a placer gold miner of Glacier Creek, Alaska, gives an inkling of the strug gles of prospectors in the North coun try in a pathetic letter to the probate judge of the Spokane county superior court, protesting against the granting of a decree to his wife. Mrs. Jane Mil ler, a nurse, in Spokane, who Insti tuted proceedings for divorce, charg ing desertion in 1897 and failure to provide for his family. Miller says in his letter that he has received no notice of the pen dency of the divorce case from his wife or her attorneys, but beard of the case from roundabout sources. He recites numerous reasons why the di vorce should not be granted and makes a pathetic plea for the preser vation of his home and fireside, 'l'o combat the charge of neglecting to provide for his family he has sent postal receipts to show that he has sent |800 at various times. Part or the letter follows: “I have slaved and worked for years as no other man in the Yukon has ever labored, always looking for ward to the time when I could again join my family in circumstances that would assure our independence in the declining years of our lives. "Four years 1 worked in the ditcn to build a canal to my claim, and when 1 had finshed the work and was about to start to wash out the gold a terrible flood came and washed away a good part or my labors. Another year and a half was then spent In re pairing this damage, when the news came last spring that my daughter had been accidentally shot and killed last February near Spokane. This news so upset me that it brought on heart trouble, and for months 1 was unable to do a thing. Last July 1 again began work, and when about to reap the reward of the years of my labors 1 bear the word from round about sources that my wife bas sued for a divorce. "I wish to impress upon your mind that my borne bas been my first and last thought every day since 1 first landed here. In 1898. and that 1 Ipve my wife and family dearly, l visited home for some time in 1901. and again eighteen months ago, and had 1 thought then that there was anything of this kind in her mind I would have given up my claim and suffered the loss or all my hard work rather than see my family rent asunder. I cannot help but believe there is some kind of conspiracy or some one has per suaded my wife to do as she Is doing, or that her mind has become confused through the loss of her daughter. Miller had negotiated a sale of a half interest in his claims to a syndi cate at Seattle, but says his wife wrote to the Seattle firm handling the trade and spoiled the deal. He as serts his claims are valuable, and that he expects scon to see them turn ing out gold. Miller requests that If a divorce must be granted the court make It an Interlocutory decree, forbidding the remarriage of his wife, so that he may, after his acceslon to wealth and return to civilization, again have a chance to win her back. FOX TURNS AND CHASES DOGS Delaware Party Enjoy Reverse Hunt in Which Quarry Escapes From Hounds. Wilmington, Dsl.—A party of Dela ware fox hunters, who included Jo seph Becker, Edward Neher, John M Hance. John B. Train and others, un earthed a fine specimen near Newcas tle. The hounds ran well for a time, but suddenly wheeled around and sought cover, with the fox after them. Hunters Joined in the reverse chase. It continued for several miles. Finally other dogs Joined the pack and frightened Reynard away The fox then escaped. Man Buried Second Time Hopkins, Recluse, Was Once Thought Dead, Is Put In Grave for Good. Hopkins. Mo.—For the second time In a quarter of a century James H. Magee, a recluse, has been lowered into a grave in a coffin. A quarter of a century ago. In Burl ington. la., he was stricken with cholera. He was thought dead, was placed in an old board coffin and was being lowered ir‘o a grave when a friend stopped the proceedings, de claring that he believed Magee was alive. The coffin was raised, a doctor sent for and Magee was revived. He was nursed back to health. For more than a year, however, he had been In poor health, and there was no doubt or his death when he passed away this week. “Old Mack” was the name under which Magee was best known In the vicinity of Hopkins. He was born in Ireland In 1820 and came to America with his parents when he was three years old. He lived In New York and New Jersey until manhood and learned the trade of a plasterer when a youth. He went from New York to Bush nell, 111., In 1862. and there married Hester Ann Pierce, daughter of a wealthy land owner. After his wlte died he became a wanderer and trav eled over much of the United States. He took up the work of contractor and built a number of the Harvey eating-houses along the Santa Ke. be tween Newton. Kan., and Albuquerque. N. M. Although he was an avowed free thinker, shortly before bis death he asked that a minister be called and he died praying that his sins be for given. Sweeps Up $1,800 Note. Altoona. Pa.—Kicking into bis shovel what he supposed was a worth, less piece of paper. S. B. Tipton, a city street sweeper, examined the wrinkled sheet and found It to be a Judgment exemption note, recently executed, for H.S00. Mute Offered $50 to Speak Beggar Suspected of Shamming Scorns Tempter and Goes to Jail. Cleveland, 0.—How to determine whether a man is deaf or Is merely pretending to be is the problem that has engaged the attention of Police Judge Levine and Probation Officer Vining since John G. Grownest, 46. was arrested on the charge of being a common beggar. For Grownest used the plea when he was begging that he was deaf and dumb', the police say. When the pa trolman who arrested him brought him into the station to enter his name on j the blotter Grownest whipped out a pad and pencil and wrote his name on that. All efforts Wn the part of the po lice to surprise him Into speaking fail ed. At every attempt Grownest would shake his head and rapidly scribble on his little pad the declaration that he could neither talk nor hear The police believed that be was feigning and locked him ut>. In court Grownest still stuck to his character of mute and defied all at tempts on the part of the judge to trap him into speech. Not able to de cide whether or not the man was an imposter, the judge sent him back to jail and sent for Mrs. Elmer Bates, president of the Society for the Deaf, and asked her to talk to him. After trying in vain to talk to him through the sign language, Mrs. Bates came to the conclusion also that the man was faking. In court the judge sentenced the man to $50, costs and thirty days in the workhouse. "If you will speak one word I will throw off the $50 from the sentence.^' Levine told Grownest The man’s face grew red and his lips moved as though he were about to speak. Then his jaws snapped shut and be shoot: his head. He wrs sent to Warren rille farm. A lot of phony stories as well as the fairy tales originate in the land or make believe! AMERICAN INGENUITY GOOD How Horticulturist Managed to Fill Semingly Impossible Order. London.—An Interesting experiment in horticulture was described the oth er day by Prof. William B. Bottomlev of King’s College, London, when ad dressing the members of the Wo men’s Agricultural and Horticultural Union at Lord Brassey’s residence In Park Lane. "An eminent American horticuitur ist,” he said, “received an order to supply a large number of prune seed lings within nine months. As eight een months are required to raise prune seedlings, the task seemed im possible. However, he planted 20,000 almond seeds, which germinated, and at the end of six months had grown so rapidly that he was able to graft prune buds on to them and to deliver the prune seedlings within the speci fied time. “The orchard,” concluded Pro*. Bot tomley, “is now one of the finest in California." DYING DOG BITES MASTER Beer I* Best Fly Catcher. Cleveland.—"The best bait on earth for flies Is beer. Bread and butter come second, but beer attracts four .-mes as many.” This Is the statement of Dr. C. E. Ford, secretary of the city health aoard. who has Just Tecelved reports from thirty-six normal training school girlp who last summer formed a “fly swatting club." under his direction, to investigate the best means for exter minating the fly. More than a million flies were “swatted” in the crusade that follow ed. the highest record for one girl one day being 2,500. Rich East Indian a Pupil. Boston.—The Massachusetts Insti tute of Technology has a new pupil In the person of Bhagat Singn. just arrived from the Punjab. Singh, who dresses in conventional English garb, with the exception of the white silk turban on his bead, is to take a three year course in electrical engineering. He is heir to the largest private for tune in his home country. Unique Outcome of Barb Wire Hit ting Gun Trigger—Canine Fastens Teeth in Man’s Cheek. Bristol, Pa.—Edmund Phipps of this place was out gunning with friends between Tullytown and Emilie. They had trailed a rabbit up to a barbed wire fence, against a post of which Phipps carefully set his cocked gun as he climbed through the wire fence. He was about to reach for his gun when his fine dog, which had been some distance behind, suddenly dash ed up and Jumped through the fence. As he did so he Jarred the tightly strung wire enough to topple the gun over. In falling the trigger of the weapon caught and the gun was dis charged so that the full charge of shot struck the dog. fatally wounding him. The dog was a grea’ pet of Mr. Phipps, and as s<*n as he saw the animal lying apparently dead he thoughtlessly rushed over and picked it up in bis am. The dying animal, in Its blind agony, fastened its teeth in Mr Phipps’ left cheek and expired and the united efforts of Phipps and the other men were necessary to force apart the dog’s jaws. Mr. Phipps' cheek was badly lac erated, and he hurried back to Bris tol as quickly as possible, where a doctor cauterized the five wounds. Patriotic Hens. Mountain Clew. CaL-Patriotism to the ultimate degree is exempUBed in a new breed of hens now flaunt-na the natJonai colors at the poultry farm of Dr. I. G. Royte here. Bright red of head, pure white of body and i*jdi*o blue of tail the fowls came inS world a short time ago. There are several of the varl-hued birds Dr Hoyte asserts that the extraordinary plumage is the result of long experi mental observation. Hb has named the new breed tho “patriot,"