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I N THIS TALE\ I JACK LON- \ DON’S SEA EX- )\ PERIENCE IS SED WITH ALL J THE POWER'OF^ HIS VIRILE PEN SYNOPSIS. —2— Humphrey Van Weyfi-nn, critic and dilet tante. is thrown Inby the water by the ■Inkin? of a CerrybcW in a fog in San Francisco bay. and Incomes unconscious before- help r-iach-'s him. On coming to his senses rrr finds himself aboard the Eeallr? schooner GhoBt. Captain Wolf -anhei. bound to Japan waters. CHAPTER fl-^-Eoriifnued. Pacing back and forth the length of the hatchway, and savagely chew Ihli the end of a cigar, was the man whose casual glance had rescued me from the sea. His height was prob ably five feet ten inches, or ten and a half; but my first impression, or feel of the tnan, was not of this, but of his strength. He was firmly planted on hi* legs; his feet struck the deck squarely and with surety; every move ment of a muscle, from the heave of the |houlders to the tightening of the lips about the cigar, was decisive, and seemed to come out of a strength that was excessive and overwhelming. In fact, theugh this strength pervaded every action of his. It seemed but the advertisr.otent of a greater strength that lurked within, that lay dormant and no >* ore than stirred from time to time, but which might arouse, at any moment, terrible and compelling, like the rags of a lion or the wrath of a storm. The cook stuck his head out of the galley door and grinned encouragingly st me, at the same time jerking his thumb in the direction of the man who paced np and down by the hatch way. Thus I was given to understand that he was the captain, the "Old Man” in the cook’s vernacular, the individual whom I must interview and put to the trouble of somehow getting me ashore. I had half started for ward. to get over what I was certain would be a stormy five minutes, when s suffocating paroxysm seized the un fortunate person who was lying on his back. He wrenched and writhed about convulsively. ine captain, or wou Larsen, as men called him, ceased pacing and gazed down at the dying man. So fierce had this final struggle become that the sailor paused in the act of Hinging more water over him and stared curi ously, the canvas bucket partly tilted and dripping its contents to the deck. The dying man beat a tattoo on the hatch with his heels, straightened out his legs, and stiffened in one great, tense effort. Then the muscles relaxed, and a sigh, as of profound relief, float ed upward from his lips. Then a must surprising thing oc curred. The captain broke loose upon the dead man like a thunderclap. Oaths rolled from his lips In a con tinuous stream. And they were not pamby-pamby oaths, or mere expres sions of indecency. Each word was a blasphemy, and there were many Words. They crisped and crackled like electric sparks. I had never heard anything like it in my life, nor could I have conceived it possible. The cause of it all, as near as 1 could make out, was that the man, who was mate, had gone on a debauch before leaving San Francisco, and then had the poor taste to die at the beginning of the voyage and leave Wolf Larsen short-handed. While I appreciated the power of the terrific denunciation that swept out of Wolf Larsen’s mouth. I was inexpres sibly shocked. But the dead man was unconcerned. He was master of the situation. CHAPTER III. 'Wolf Larsen ceased swearing as sud denly as he had begun. He relighted his cigar and glanced around. His eyes chanced upon the cook. “Well, Cooky?” he began, with a suaveness that was cold and of the temper of steel. “Yes, sir,” the cook eagerly inter polated, with appeasing and apolo getic servility. “Don’t you think you’ve stretched that neck of yours just about enough? It’s unhealthy, you know. The mate’s gone, so I can’t afford to lose you too. You must be very, very careful of your health. Cooky. Understand?" His last word, in striking contrast with the smoothness of his previous utterance, snapped like the flash of a whip. The cook quailed before it. “Yes, sir,” was the meek reply, as the offending head disappeared into the galley. At this sweeping rebuke, which the cook had only pointed, the rest of the crew became uninterested and fell to work at one task or another. A •... - —■ . CQRyRi&Hr tfy JACK LONDON number of men, however, who were lounging about a companionway be tween the galley and the hatch, and who did not seem to be sailors, contin ued talking in low tones with one an other. These, I afterward learned, were ihe hunters, the men who shot the seals, and a very superior breed to common sailor folk. "Johansen!” Wolf Larsen called out. A sailor stepped forward obediently “Get your palm and needle and sew the beggar up. You’ll find some old canvas in the sail locker. Make it do.” “Any of you fellows got a Bible or prayerbook?” was the captain’s next demand, this time of the hunters loung ing about the companionway. They shook their heads, and some one made a jocular remark which 1 did not catch, but which raised a gen eral laugh. The captain shrugged his shoulders. “Then we’ll drop him over without any palavering, unless our clerical-looking castaway has the burial service at sea by heart.” By this time he had swung around and was facing me. “You’re a preacher, aren’t you?” he asked. The hunters—there were six of them—to a man, turned and regarded me. I was painfully aware of my like ness to a scarecrow. A laugh went up at my appearance—a laugh that was not lessened or softened by the dead man stretched and grinning on the deck before us; a laugh that was as rough and harsh and frank as the sea itself; that arose out of coarse feelings and blunted sensibilities, from natures that knew neither courtesy nor gentleness. Wolf Larsen did not laugh, though his gray eyes lighted with a light glint of amusement; and in that moment, having stepped forward quite close to him, I received my first impression of the man himself. The face, the jaw. the chin, the brow, rising to a goodly height and swelling heavily above the eyes—these, w’hile strong in them selves. unusually strong, seemed to ! speak an immense vigor or virility of spirit that lay behind and beyond and out of sight. The eyes, wide apart as the true artist's are wide, sheltering under a heavy brow and arched over by thick, black eyebrows, were of baffling, pro tean gray which was never twice the same; they were eyes that masked j the soul with a thousand guises. But to return. I told him that, un happily for the burial service, I was not a preacher, when he sharply de manded : "What do you do for a living?” I confess I had never had such a question asked me before, nor had 1 ever canvassed it. I was quite taken aback, and before I could find myself had sillily stammered. "I—1 am a gen tleman.” His lip curled in a swift sneer. “I have worked, I do work,” I cried impetuously, as though he were my judge and I required vindication, and at the same time very much aware of my arrant idiocy in discussing the sub ject at all. "For your living?” There was something so imperative and masterful about him that I was quite beside myself—“rattled,” as Fu ruseth would have termed it, like a quaking child before a stern school master. “Who feeds you?” was his next question. “I have an income," I answered stoutly, and could have bitten my tongue the next instant. “All of which, you will pardon my observing, has nothing whatsoever to do with what 1 wish to see you about." But he disregarded my protest. "Who earned it? Eh? I thought so. Your father. You stand on deadmen's legs. You’ve never had any of your own. You couldn't walk alone be tween two sunrises and hustle the meat for your belly for three meals. Let me see your hand.” His tremendous, dormant strength must have stirred, swiftly and accu rately, or I must have slept a moment, for before 1 knew it he had stepped two paces forward, gripped my right hand in his. and held it up for inspec tion. I tried to withdraw it, but his fingers tightened, without visible ef fort, till I thought mine would be crushed, when he dropped It with a flirt of disdain. "Dead men’s hands have kept it soft. Good for little else than dish-washing and scullion work.” “I wish to be put ashore.” 1 said firmly, for 1 now had myself in control. "I shall pay you whatever you judge your delay and trouble to be worth.” He looked at me curiously. Mock ery shone in his eyes. "I have a counter-proposition to make, and for the good of your soul. My mate's gone, and there’ll be a lot of promotion. A sailor comes aft to take mate’s place, cabin-boy goes for 'ard to take sailor’s place, and you take the cabin-boy’s place, sign the ar ticles for the cruise, twenty dollars per month and found. Now what do you say? And, mind you, it’s for your own soul’s sake. It will be the mak ing of you. You might learn in time to stand on your own legs and perhaps to toddle along a bit.” But I took no notice. The sails of the vessel I had seen off to the south west had grown larger and plainer They were of the same schooner rig as the Ghost, though the hull itself. I could see, was smaller. “That vessel will soon be passing us,” I said, after a moment's pause. “As she is going in the opposite di rection, she is very probably bound for San Francisco.” “Very probably,” was Wolf Larsen’s answer, as he turned partly away from me and cried out, "Cooky! Oh, Cooky!” The Cockney popped out of the gal ley. “Where's that boy? Tell him I want him.” “Yes. sir,” and Thomas Mugridge fled swiftly aft and disappeared down another companionway near the wheel. A moment later he emerged, a heavy I Saw the Young Fellow's Hands Clench. set young fellow of eighteen or nine teen. with a glowering, villainous coun tenance, trailing at his heels. "What’s your name, boy?” "George Leach, sir,” came tlie sul len answer, and the boy's bearing showed clearly that he divined the reason for which he had been sum moned. “Not an Irish name." the captain snapped sharply. “O'Toole or McCar thy would suit your mug a damn sight better.” I saw the young fellow's hands clench and the blood crawl scarlet up his neck. “But let that go," Wolf Larsen con tinued. "You may have very good reasons for forgetting your name, and I’ll like you none the worst for it as long as you toe the mark. Tele graph Hill, of course, is your port of entry. It sticks out all over your mug. Tough as they make them and twice as nasty. I know the kind. Well, you can make up your mind to have it taken out of you on this craft. Under stand? Who shipped you, anyway?" “McCready and Swanson, sir." “Who got the advance money?" “They did, sir.” "I thought as much. And damned glad you were to let them have it. Couldn’t make yourself scarce too quick, with several gentlemen you may have heard of looking for yob.” The boy metamorphosed into a sav age on the instant. His body bunched together as though for a spring, and his face became as an infuriated beast’s as he snarled, “It’s a—” “A what?” Wolf Larsen asked a pe culiar softness in his voice, as though he were overwhelmingly curious to hear the unspoken word. The boy hesitated, then mastered his temper. "Nothin’, sir. I take it back.” “And you have shown me I was right.” This with a gratified smile. “How old are you?” “Just turned sixteen, sir.” "A lie. You'll never see eighteen again. Big for your age. at that, with muscles like a horse. Pack up your kit and go for'ard into the fo’c'sle. You're a boat-puller now. You’re pro moted; see?" Without waiting for the boy’s ac ceptance, the captain turned to the sailor who had just finished the grue some task of sewing up the corpse. “Johansen, do you know anything about navigation?” “No, sir.” “Well, never mind; you're mate just the same. Get your traps aft into the mate's berth.” "Ay. ay, sir.” was the cheery re sponse as Johansen started forward. In the meantime the erstwhile cabin boy had not moved. “What are you waiting for?” Wolf Larsen demanded. "1 didn’t sign for boat-puller, sir,” was the reply. “I signed for cabin boy. An’ I don't want no boat pullin’ in mine.” “Pack up and go for'ard.” This time Wolf Larsen’s command was thrillingly imperative. The boy glowered sullenly, but refused to move. Then came another stirring of Wolf Larsen's tremendous strength. It was utterly unexpected, and it was over and done with between the ticks of two seconds. He harl sprung fully six feet across the deck and driven his fist into the other’s stomach. At the same moment, as though I had been struck myself. 1 felt a sickening shock in the pit of my stomach. I instance this to show the sensitiveness of my nervous organization at the time, and how unused I was to spectacles of bru tality. The cabin-boy—and he weighed 165 at the very least—crumpled up. He lifted into the air and struck the deck alongside the corpse on his head and shoulders, where he lay and writhed about in agony. wen: narsen asked or me. nave you made up your mind?” 1 had glanced occasionally at the ap proaching schooner, and it was now almost abreast of us and not more than a couple of hundred yards away. It was a very trim and neat little craft. I could see a large, black number on one of its sails, and I had seen pic tures of pilot boats. "What vessel is that?” 1 asked. ‘‘The pilot-boat Lady Mine." Wolf Larsen answered grimly. "Got rid of her pilots and running into San Fran cisco. She’ll be there in five or six hours with this wind.” “Will you please signal it, then, so that I may be put ashore.” “Sorry, but I’ve lost the signal book overboard.” he remarked, and the group of hunters grinned. I debated for a moment, looking him squarely in the eyes. 1 had seen the frightful treatment of the cabin-boy. and knew that I should very probably receive the same, if not worse. As I say. 1 debated with myself, and then I did what I consider the bravest act of my life. I ran to the side, waving my arms and shouting: "Lady Mine ahoy! Take me ashore! A thousand dollars if you take me ashore!” I waited, watching two men who stood by the wheel, one of them steer ing. The other was lifting a mega phone to his lips. 1 did not turn my head, though I expected every mo ment a killing blow' front the human brute behind me. At last, after what seemed centuries, unable longer to stand the strain. I looked around. He had not moved. He was standing in the same position, swaying easily to the roil of the ship and lighting a fresh cigar. “What is the matter? Anything wrong?" This was the cry from the Lady Mine. “Yes!” I shouted, at the top of my lungs. “Life or death! One thousand dollars if you take me ashore!" "Too much ’Frisco tanglefoot for the health of my crew!” Wolf Larsen shouted after. “This one”—indicating me with his thumb—“fancies sea ser pents and monkeys just now!" The man on the Lady Mine laughed back through the megaphone. The pilot-boat plunged past. “Give him hell for me!” came a final cry. and the two men waved their arms in farewell. (TO BE CONTINUED.) HAS EARNED ITS POPULARITY Turkey Welcomed in Every Country Where the People Appreciate Good Things to Eat. In every corner of the globe almost, at least where civilization has spread Its epicurean tastes, may be found the domesticated turkey—not. however, of his own volition. Never would he. in his wild state, have sought to cross the stormy seas to find green fields and pastures new. He is not so constructed. He is not bold or adventurous of disposition. On the contrary, be is timid and much afraid of things he does not under stand, and when undisturbed is prone to let well enough alone and get along with his accustomed feeding grounds. Again, as a flier the turkey is not a pronounced success. He flies pon derously. almost painfully, and with great effort and only when much frightened. His flight can be sus tained for only a short distance, but what the wild turkey lacks as an avi ator he fully makes up as a sprinter. ' He can outrun a race horse, espe daily in his own native forest, where undergrowth and bushes seem but to add to his speed But he could not have flown over the ocean even if he had had that unnatural desire. He was taken over by the hand of man. first to Spain, then to other Medi terranean countries, to northern Eu rope. to the far East, until now he is well-nigh omnipresent. And this spreading out of his kind even unto the ends of the earth i3 all due to the entrancing Qualities his meat takes on when properly baked or roasted. Style Forecast. Exclusive style forecast: There wiil be two kinds of styles for women this season, one for those who don’t want to wear anything that will attract at tendon and another for those who won t wear anything else.—Milwaukee Journal. Same Game. “A take beauty doctor is pursuing the same line of business as a gar dener." "What s that?" "Grafting peaches.” ESTIMATING AGE OF EARTH Geologists Have Differed Greatly as to the Time It Has Been in Existence. As long ago as 1860 John Phillips, the geologist, estimated that the time required for the deposition of the stra tified rocks lay between 38,000,000 and 06.000. 000 years. This was probably the only estimate prior to Kelvin's epoch-making paper of 1862. Since that time many estimates have been made, varying all the way from 17,000, 000 years to 400,000,000 years. Kelvin was the first to discuss the age of the earth considered as a cooling body. In 1893 Clarence King introduced the important criterion of tidal stability and reached the conclusion that 24, 000,000 represented the conditions. This result was adopted by Kelvin in 1897, and then he placed the limits as 20.000. 000 and 40,000,000 years. Only Sir George Darwin has discussed the age of the earth from a purely astro nomical point of view. From his theory of the earth-moon system he derived an estimate of more than 56,000,000 years, which for a long time stood be tween groups of higher and lower fig ures. J. Joly was the first to base estimates of the age of the earth, in 1899, on the sodium contained in the ocean. Adopting the hypothesis that the sodium content of the ocean is derived at a constant rate from that of the rocks, he arrived at an age of 80,000,000 or 90,000,000 years, and in creased this by 10,000.000 in 1900. In 1909 Mr. Solias made a searching in quiry int„ this subject and placed the age of the ocean at between 80.000,000 and 150,000,000 years. The Great Missouri River. The Missouri is one cf the great rivers of the United States. Its total length 1b about 2,400 miles, and that part above the crossing of the North era Pacific has a length of about 1,160 miles. The total area drained Dy this river is 527,155 square miles, a terri tory as great as that embraced In the states of New Jersey, Pennsylvania, Uhlo, Delaware, Maryland, Virginia, West Virginia, Kentucky, North Caro lina, Tennessee, South Carolina, Geor gia, Alabama and Mississippi. (S/P or GsDENARA PEOPLE yJ ~i-■■—■■■! aim xawMjftwiwnryfimfTj JOFFRE’S MAIN RELIANCE -— g- r I-■! T ■ ■ ll II » III M '■■■I 1>1-Ml ■_! . In the phalanx of brilliant gen erals who surround and support Gen eral Joffre, the generalissimo of th< French army, General Foch occupies a place in the front row. It is gen erally admitted that it is General Foct who would be called upon to replact General Joffre should circumstances suddenly require it. General Foch was born in Tarbes Hautes Pyrenees, in 1851. Made cap tain at the age of twenty-six, he soot became professor at the military acad my, where he had an opportunity tc develop such theories as he held dear When war broke out% he was ir command of the Twentieth army corps at Nancy. After fighting in Lor raine General Foch took command ol the Ninth army at the battle of the Marne, in the region of Sezanne, at Vitry-le-Francois, where, as leader oi men, he revealed such qualities that the generalissimo has since then in trusted mm witu command or the entire group of armies operating in tne region of the north One trait of his character is tenacity. It is to this trait that he owes decisive success which largely contributed to the victory of the Marne. Compelled to fall back three days in succession, he retook the offensive each morning and ended by beating his adversary. General Foch is of medium height, still sprightly in spite of his sixty three years, and has bright, piercing eyes, which are strikingly intelligent and mirthful. Under a rather heavy, unkempt mustache his lips mumble mechanically over a cigar eternally extinct. Adored by all his subordinates, General Foch has ever known how to make his men appreciate the facility of his authority, which is devoid of all the petty annoyances so irritating to the French soldier, who resents being leedlessly bothered about trifles. i,_pan in m an , , m « n i n mi ■ m — - ARIZONA’S WOMAN SENATOR Mrs. Frances Willard Munds is a state senator in Arizona. She was elected from Prescott and is chairman of the committee on education and public institutions. She has greatly enjoyed the work and has been treat ed with great courtesy by the male members. She has been called on twice to preside in the senate. Mrs. Munds was born h. California and was reared in Nevada. At the age of thirteen she went to Pittsfield, Me., and entered the Maine Central insti tute in the spring term of 1882. She i took a scientific course and was gradu I ated in 1885. Soon after graduating she went to Arizona, where her family was located. She taught school two years and then marr'ed John L. Munds, for many 7ears engaged in tho stock business and mining. Her husband was eight years sheriff of Yavapai county. He and Mrs. Munds are Democrats. i ueueve in sum age ror women because I think their influence in politics will be of great benefit to themselves and to the human race in general, says Mrs. Munds. “I am convinced that the women will form the spiritual balance so much needed in legislatures. I hope to be a member of the next Democratic national convention, and if I am I shall work to get a suffrage plank in the national platform.” Mr. and Mrs. Munds have one son and two daughters. GREAT MAKER OF POWDER Someone down East has suggest ed that T. Coleman du Pont would be a good man for the Republicans to nominate for the presidency, and to the people of Delaware, at least, the idea does not seem incongruous. Gen eral du Pont is now ilfty-two years old, active, wiry and aggressive, al most nervously aggressive it may be said; the type of man who knows what he wants to do and straightway starts about it; the type of man, fur thermore, who possesses thorough training for his work and wide ex perience in doing it. He was born in Louisville, Ky„ December 11, 1863, son of Bidermann du Pont and Ellen * S. Coleman. As a lad he attended Drbana uni versity in Ohio, then went to Boston, where he studied at the Chauncey school. He finally entered the Mas sachusetts Institute of Technology, from which he was duly graduated »s an engineer. «e at once oegau to practice ms pruieasiun in large enter prises in Pennsylvania. Later he took up the mining of coal and iron ore, and still later the construction and operation of street railways. Subsequently he entered the steel business, and Anally, in 1902, became president of the industry founded more than a century ago by his paternal ancestors—the manufacture of explosives. His interests continued to expand until they included banking, railroad companies and coal mining and also active participation in politics, in which lie he has been personally engaged almost from the time he became of age. As to the man himself, his private life, his individual tastes, his habits of thought, the world knows almost nothing. 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