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SYNOPSIS.
v
narrr-tC Const, a young man of New
York City, meets DouRlas Black stoclC who
ln\ :tes lam to a card party. He accepts,
alt I :ot*crh l.e dislike* Blackstock. the rea
son !*• T14 that b' t! are in love with Kath
g I
her
friends! p Ai the party Coast meets two
natr. .1 I 'umlas and Van Tuyl. There^ is
a quarrel and BIacks»o.*k shoots Van
T vf .• .*.i Coast struggles to wrest the
( from him. thus the noli ♦» dis
I •' » r them Coast Is arrested for murder.
He is i-MfivJcted but :t«s his son
; !••»(>• 1 »:•:><}.is names Black stock is the
n > t*t and kills liimsol;'. Const be
i < < ::t< s fnt. bat Blackstock ha* married
• Tl txt r and 'l «l Coast pui>
! rii.si-s a yacht and while sailing sees a
i ' ;ji t,.nuvn fr*»*n i distant boat. He res
tl ** fellow wi > is named Applcyard.
nonchalance. “They re all alike—any
one of 'em will feed right out of my
hand.'
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,"