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<0 _ JA^K^tOAJDO/M .- . — - ~ COR>T^lgM-»T* tfy JACK. LONPON8*"'"* " ~ 1 SYNOPSIS. —10— Humphrey Van Weyden, critic and dilet tante. is thrown into the water by the •Inking of a ferryboat in a fog in San Francisco bay, and becomes unconscious before help reaches him. On coming to bis senses he finds himself aboard the •ealing schooner Ghost, Captain Wolf Larsen, bound to Japan waters, witnesses the death of the first mate and hears the Captain curse the dead man for presuming to die. The captain refuses to put Humphrey ashore and makes him cabin boy “for the good of his soul.” He begins to learn potato peeling and dish washing Under the cockney cook, Mugridge, is caught by a heavy sea shipped over the quarter as he is carrying tea aft and his knee is seriously hurt, but no one pays any attention to his injury. Hump’s quar ters are changed aft. Mugridge steals his money and chases him when accused of It. Later he listens to Wolf give his idea of life—“like yeast, a ferment . . . the big eat the little . . .’’ Cooky is jealous of Hump and hazes him. Wolf hazes a sea man ana makes it the basis for another philosophic discussion with Hump. Wolf entertains Mugridge in his cabin, wins from him at cards the money he stole from Hump, and then tells Hump It is his. Wolf’s, by right of might. Cooky and Hump whet knives at each other. Hump’s Intimacy with Wolf increases, and Wolf sketches the ntory of his life to Hump. Wolf discusses the Bible, and Omar with Hump and illustrates the instinctive love of life by choking Hump nearly to death. A carnival of brutality breaks loose in the ship and Wolf proves himself the i master brute. Wolf is knocked overboard at night, comes hack aboard hv the log line and wins clear in a fight in the forecastle. CHAPTER XIII. There was a deal of cursing and groaning as the men at the bottom of the ladder crawled to their feet. "Somebody strike a light, my thumb's out of joint," said one of the men, Parsons, a swarthy, saturnine man, boat steerer in Standish’s boat, in which Harrison was puller. "You’ll find it knockin’ about by the bitts," Leach said, sitting down on the edge of the bunk in which I was con cealed. There was a fumbling and a scratch ing of matches, and the sea-lamp liared up, dim and smoky, and in its weird light bare-legged men moved about, nursing their bruises and caring for their hurts. "How did he get away?” Johnson asked. He was sitting on the side of his bunk, the whole pose of his figure in dicating utter dejection and hopeless ness. He was still breathing heavily from the exertion he had made. His shirt had been ripped entirely from him in the struggle, and blood from a gash in the cheek was flowing down his naked chest, marking a red path across his white thigh and dripping to the floor. “Because he i^ a devil, as I told you before,” was Leach’s answer; and thereat he was on his feet and raging his disappointment with tears in his eyes. All the while I had been apprehen sive concerning my own predicament.* What would happen to me when these men discovered my presence? I could never fight my way out as Wolf Lar sen had done. And at this moment Latimer called down the scuttles; "Hump! The old man wants you!” called back. “Yes he is,” I said, sliding out of the bunk and striving my hardest to keep my voice steady and bold. The sailors looked at me in conster “Ke ain’t down here!” Parsons nation. Fear was strong in their faces, and the devilishness which comes of fear. “I’m coming!” I shouted up to Lati mer. “No you don’t!” Kelly cried, step ping between me and the ladder, his right hand shaped into a veritable strangler’s clutch. “You damn little sneak! I’ll shut yer mouth!” “Let him go,” Leach commanded. “Not on yer life,” was the angry retort. Leach never changed his position on the edge of the bunk. “Let him go, I say,” he repeated; but this time his voice was gritty and metallic. The Irishman wavered. I made to step by him, and he stood aside. When 1 had gained the ladder, I turned to the circle of brutal and malignant faces peering at me through the semidark ness. A sudden and deep sympathy welled up in me. “I have seen and heard nothing, be lieve me,” I said quietly. “I tell yer, he's all right," I could hear Leach saying a3 I went up the ladder. “He don’t like the old man bo more nor you or me.” I found Wolf Larsen in the cabin, stripped and bloody, waiting for me. He greeted me with one of his whim sical smiles. “Come, get to work, doctor. The signs are favorable for an extensive practice this voyage. I don’t know what the Ghost would have been with out you, and if I could only cherish such noble sentiments I would tell you her master is deeply grateful.” I knew the run of the simple medi cine chest the Ghost carried, and while I was heating water on the cabin stove and getting the things ready for dress ing his wounds, ho moved about, laugh ing and chatting, and examining his hurts with a calculating eye. I had never before seen him stripped, and the sight of his body quite took my breath away. It has never been my weakness to exalt the flesh—far from it; but there is enough of the artist in me to appreciate its wonder. Wolf Larsen was the man-type, the masculine, and almost a god in his perfectness. As he moved about or raised his arms the great muscles leapt and moved under the satiny skin. I have forgotten to say that the bronae ended with his face. His body, thanks to his Scandinavian stock, was fair as the fairest woman's. I remember his putting his hand up to feel of the wound on his head, and my watching the biceps move like a living thing under its white sheath. It was the biceps that had nearly crushed out my life once, that I had seen strike so many killing blows. I could not take my eyes from him. I stood mo tionless, a roll of antiseptic cotton in my hand unwinding and spilling it- ’ self down to the floor. He noticed me, and I became con scious that I was staring at him. “God made you well,” I said. He braced his legs and feet, press ing the cabin floor with his toes in a clutching sort of way. Knots and ridges and mounds of muscles writhed and bunched under the skin. “Feel them,” he commanded. They were hard as iron. And I ob served, also, that his whole body had unconsciously drawn itself together, tense and alert: that muscles were softly crawling and shaping about the hips, along the back, and across the shoulders; that the arms were slightly lifted, their muscles contracting, the fingers crooking till the hands were like talons; and that even the eyes had changed expression and into them were coming watchfulness and meas urement and a light none other than of battle. “Stability, equilibrium,” he said, re laxing on the instant and sinking his body into repose. “Feet with which to clutch the ground, legs to stand on “No You Don’t!” Kelly Cried, Stepping Between Me and the Ladder. and to help withstand, while with arms and hands, teeth and nails, I struggle to kill and to be not killed. Purpose? Utility is the better word.” I did not argue. 1 had seen the mechanism of the primitive fighting beast, and I waa as strongly impressed as if I had seen the engines of a great battleship or Atlantic liner. I was surprised, considering the fierce struggle in the forecastle, at the superficiality of his hurts, and I pride Ayself that I dressed them dexter ously. ‘‘By the way, Hump, as I have re marked, you are a handy man.” Wolf Larsen began, when my work was done. “As you know, we’re short a mate. Hereafter you shall stand watches, receive seventy-five dollars per month, and be addressed fore and aft as Mr. Van Weyden.” “I—I don’t understand navigation, you know,” I gasped. "Not necessary at all." "I really do not care to sit in the high places,” I objected. “I find life precarious enough in my present hum ble situation. I have no experience. Mediocrity, you see, has its compen sations.” He smiled as though it were all set tled. “I won’t be mate on this hell-ship!” I cried defiantly. I saw his face grow hard and the merciless glitter come into his eyes. He walked to the door of his room, saying: “And now, Mr. Van Weyden, good night.” "Good night, Mr. Larsen,” I an swered weakly. CHAPTER XIV. I cannot say that the position of mate carried with it anything more joyful than that there were no more dishes to wash. I was ignorant of the simplest duties of mate, and would have fared badly indeed hafl the sail ors not sympathized with me. I knew nothing of the minutiae of ropes and rigging, of the trimming and setting of sails; but the sailors took pains to put me to rights, Louis proving an espe cially good teacher, and I had little trouble with those under me. With the hunters it was otherwise. Familiar in varying degree with the sea, they took me as a sort of joke. In truth, it was a joke to me that I, the veriest landsman, should be filling the office of mate; but to be taken as a joke by others was a different mat ter. I made no complaint, but Wolf Larsen demanded the most punctili ous sea etiquette in my case—far more than poor Johansen had ever received; and at the expense of sev eral rows, threats and much grum bling, he brought the hunters to time. I was “Mr. Van Weyden” fore and aft, and it was only unofficially that Wolf Larsen himself ever addressed me as "Hump.” It was amusing. Perhaps the wind would haul a few points wrhile we were at dinner, and as I left the table he would say, “Mr. Van Weyden, will you kindly put about on the port tack?” And I wrould go on deck, beck on Louis to me, and learn from him what Was to be done. Then, a few minutes later, having digested his in structions and thoroughly mastered the maneuver, I would proceed to issue my orders. I remember an early instance of this kind, when Wolf Larsen appeared on the scene just as I had begun to give orders. He smoked his cigar and looked on qui etly till the thing was accbmplished, and then paced aft by my side along the weather poop. ■ Hump. ’ he said—“I beg pardon, Mr. Van Weyden—I congratulate you. 1 think you can now fire your father’s legs back into the grave to him. You've discovered your own and learned to stand on them. A little ropcwork, sailmaking and experience with storms and such things, and by the end of the voyage you could ship on any coasting schooner.” It was during this period, between the death of Johansen and the arri val on the sealing grounds, that I passed my pleasantest hours on the Ghost. Wolf Larsen was quite con siderate, the sailors helped me, and I was no longer in irritating contact with Thomas Mugridge. And I make free to say, as the days went by, that I found I was taking a certain secret pride in myself. Fantastic as the situ ation was—a landlubber second in command—I was, nevertheless, carry ing it off well; and during that brief time 1 was proud of myself, and I grew to love the heave and roll of the Ghost under my feet as she wallowed north and west through the tropic sea to the Islet where we filled our water casks. But my happiness was not unal loyed. It was comparative, a period of less misery slipped in between a past of great miseries and a future Of great miseries. For the Ghost, so far as the seamen were concerned, was a hell-ship of the worst descrip tion. They never had a moment’s rest or peace. Wolf Larsen treasured against them the attempt .on his life and the drubbing he had received in the forecastle; and morning, noon and night, and all night as well, he de voted himself to making life unlivable for them. Leach and Johnson were the two particular victims of Wolf Larsen’s diabolic temper, and the look of profound melancholy which had settled on Johnson’s face and In hlb eyes made my heart bleed. With Leach it was different. There was too much of the fighting beast in him. He seemed possessed by an in satiable fury which gave no time for grief. His lips had become distorted into a permanent snarl, which, at mere sight of Wolf Larsen, broko out in sound, horrible and menacing, and, I do believe, unconsciously. I have seen him follow Wolf Larsen about with his eyes, like an animal its keeper, the while the animal-like snarl sounded deep in his throat and vi brated forth between his teeth. Both he and Johnson would have killed Wolf Larsen at the slightest op portunity, but the opportunity never came. Wolf Larsen was too wise for that, and, besides, they had no ade quate weapons. With their fists alone they had no chance whatever. Time and again he fought it out with Leach, who fought back, always, like a wildcat, tooth and nail and fist, until stretched, exhausted or unconscious, on the deck. And he was never averse to another encounter. I often wondered why Wolf Larsen did not kill him and make an end of it. But he only laughed and I Have Seen Him Follow Wolf Larsen About With His Eyes. seemed to enjoy it. There seemed a certain spice about it, such as men must feel who take delight in mak ing pets of ferocious animals. "It gives a thrill to life,’’ he ex plained to me. “when life is carried in one’s hand. Man is a natural gambler, and life is the biggest stake he can lay. The greater the odds the greater the thrill.” “Ah, but it is cowardly, cowardly!" I cried. “You have all the advan tage.” “Of the two of us, you and I, who is the greater coward?” he asked se riously. “If the situation is unpleas ing, you compromise with your con science when you make yourself a party to it. If yod were really great, really true to yourself, you would join forces with Leach and Johnson. But you are afraid. You want to live. The life that is in you cries out that it must live, no matter what the cost; so you live tgnominiously, untrue to the best you dream of. sinning against your whole pitiful little code, and, if there were a hell, heading your soul straight for it. Bah! I play the braver part. I do not sin, for I am true to the promptings of the life that is in me. I am sincere with my soul at least, and that is what you are not.” There was a sting in what he sai^. Perhaps, after all, I was playing a cowardly part. I pondered it long, lying sleepless in my bunk and reviewing in endless procession the facts of the situation. I talked with Johnson and Leach, dur ing the night watches when Wolf Lar sen was below. Both men had lost hope—Johnson, because of tempera mental despondency; Leach, be cause he had beaten himself out in the vain struggle and was exhausted. But he caught my hand in a passion ate grip one night, saying: “I think yer square, Mr. Van Wey den. But stay where you are and keep your mouth shut. Say nothin’ but sa^ wood. We’re dead men, I know it; but all the same you might be able to do us a favor some time when we need it damn bad.” It was only next day, when Wain wright island loomed to windward, close abeam, that Wolf Larsen opened his mouth in prophecy. He had at tacked Johnson, been attacked by Leach, and had Just finished whipping the pair of them. “Leach,” he said, “you know I’m going to kill you some time or other, don't you?” A snarl was the answer. “And as for you, Johnson, you’ll get so tired of life before I’m through with you that you’ll fling yourself over the side. See if you don’t.” “That’s a suggestion,” he added, in an aside to me. “I’ll bet you a month’s pay he acts upon if.” (TO BE CONTINUED.) PROLONG LIFE OF FLOWERS French Florists Are Particularly Clever in Their Methods of Preservation of Freshness. The Instruments used by the Fiencb florists to prolong the life of cut flow ers and remove Imperfections are as numerous and delicate as those on a well-equipped dressing-table. They In clude scissors of all sizes and shapes, small cutting pliers and pincers of many kinds, brushes, atomizers, sprays and bottles containing various gums. A withered leaf or even one poorly de veloped ruins the appearance of a rosebud, consequently the one Is cut off, and the other. If possible. Is re shaped. The buds are also pierced as near the base of the flower r.s possible, with minute wires which keep the leaves in place. An Instrument very similar to a curling iron Is used to dress a faulty leaf. One of the means employed to pro long the life of the flower is to remove the anthers, so as tc prevent the spreading of the pollen, for, if fertili zation is allowed to take place, the flower has fulfilled Its mission and soon fades. In flowers of the lily or der the anthers are removed for still another reason. They develop such an abundance of yellow pollen that it falls and taints the leaves, thus mar ring the spotless white beauty of the flower. The stems of flowers that be gin to hang their heads are placed in very hot water for about five minutes, and then are placed in a dark and cool place for about an hour. Dead Joke. There is a station on an English rail way called •Bury-St.-Edmunds.” Toole, the actor, who took any pains for a Joke, dressed in deep black, went to the station master and asked for a ticket for “the funeral train.” The station master looked at the little actor, who was wiping tearful eyes, and who carried a large wreath. “Wot funeral, there ain't no funeral," the station master said. “Then it’s a swindle, an Imposition," Toole said, with fiery indignation. “I have come miles to be at the funeral. Why do you announce that you are going to bury St Edmunds ?" FISH HAVE NOVEL WEAPONS Among Them Is the Power to Gen erate Electricity to a Most Re markable Degree. Fishes that discharge electric cur rents from their eyes; other denizens of the deep who entrap their prey by enveloping it in an electric fluid and eels whose power of generating elec tricity is so great that the arm of a strong man is numbed from contact with one of them—all these were de scribed by Dr. Dlric Dahlgreen before the members of the Franklin institute at Philadelphia. Doctor Dahlgreen talked on ‘‘Production of Electricity by Animals." And he pointed out that it was only by fish that electricity was produced by living organisms for any apparent use, with the single ex ception of a mollusk found in Asia Minor. The fishes mentioned as capable of shocking other members of the finny tribe by electric flashes from their eyes were along the coast of New Jer sey, he said. Some of the electric eels found in South American waters, Doc- \ tor Dahlgreen explained, were capable of generating a current of more than 600 volts, although they could, as a rule, deliver not more than 250 volts, because of the resismnce of their own bodies. Certain torpedo fishes weye de scribed by Doctor Dahlgreen as capa ble of generating electricity in sufr flclent quantities to numb their ene mies and also to facilitate the capture of their prey. What He Would Have Missed. A Connecticut octogenarian has sold an invention for a big fortune. He had worked on it for more than sixty years and had made more than 300 models, each of which was unsuccess ful except the last one. The old man might have missed a lot of failures by giving up. So would he ha7e missed success.—Christian Herald. Hardened. Edith—When 1 rejected Jack he didn’t seem put out a bit. Ethel—Well, you know Jack writes verses for the magazines and is used to rejections. QPr-cr-0?DESAly i'PEOPfcE-<M INVENTOR OF THE FOKKER j Mijnheer Fokker, the inventor of the monoplane that bears his name and that for several months has been greatly disturbing the adversaries of Germany by its speed and destructive powers, is a native of Holland, and is r .id to be not more than twenty-three or twenty-four yed^s old. He has spent the greater part o his life in Germany, but would appear to be thoroughly familiar wit., the French flying machines. A number of the de vices on the Fokker are claimed by tie French to be outright copies of their own. About five years ago Fokker made his appearance in the German flying corps, and his first monoplane was re ceived with such small enthusiasm there that the invention was offered to the British government. Some Eng lish experts examined it, recommend ed it as being uncapsizable, but so bad ly constructed that it made the flyer’s life anything but secure. They, therelore. declined to recommend its pur chase by Britain. Nothing more was heard o£ Fokker. except in a general way, until hia formidable new monoplane entered the field last December and speedily captured, for the time being, the honors of war. The chief value of the Fokker is its speed, this being over one hundred miles an hour and to exceed by twenty-five or thirty miles an hour anything which the British or the French monoplanes can accomplish, and Fokkei himself seems to be responsible for this unique feature of his machine. The gun is stationary. The flyer has only to steer the monoplane. WRISLEY BROWN'S PLIGHT j Among the bright young lawyers attached to the department of justice at Washington is Wrisley Brown. Not long ago he was sent to a town in tho middle West to investigate quietly the condition of a bank here. In order not to arouse any suspicions he used an assumed name in registering at the hotel. All day long ho busied himself about the town and went to his hotel at night tired and footsore. “Let’s see, what's your room num ber?’’ asked the proprietor, when Wrisley went to the desk for his key. “I forget," said Wrisley. “What’s your name, then? I’ll look it up.” For the life of him, Wrisley couldn’t remember what name he had used when he registered that morn ing, and the register had been put away. “I forget—er, that Is—” began the usually self-possessed Wrisley. w nac, you aoni Know your name? shrieked the hotel proprietor. And he looked scared half to death. Nor would any amount of explanation go down. “I’d be afraid to have such a fellow in the house," said he. And as there was no other hotel in town, Wrisley Brown was obliged to tramp the streets all night like an outcast. | WHY UNDERWOOD DECLINED ~j --- ■ ■ ™ Senator Underwood, who for many years was a member and chairman of the house committee on ways and means, and who is the author of the present tariff law, declined a position on the finance committee of the sen ate, the tarifT-making body of the up per branch. Asked why he refused; the proffered appointment, Mr. Un derwood told this story of an old Ala bama shoemaker: “This old chap used to sit all day pegging 6hoes. Once a month he bought a ticket in the Louisiana state lottery. Finally his persistence was rewarded, and he was notified that he had won the $25,000 prize. He closed his shop, bought an outfit of new clothes and went up to New York, as he had always dreamed of doing. "Two years he spent in the me tropolis, doing all the things he had wanted to do for many years. But the pace was too fast He went back to Birmingham with the little money he had lett ana reopened his shoo* maker’s shop. As before, he began buying tickets in the lottery. Just as he was becoming contented with his life as a cobbler, and beginning to enjoy his meals once more, an official of the lottery company came to the shop and told him he had won the $25,000 prize for the second time. "The old man looked at the lottery agent blankly, and then exclaimed: “‘My God, have I got to go through with all that again?”’ “COUSIN BOB” BROUSSARD’S HOLD { Down In his state of Louisiana Robert F. Broussard, United States senator, Is generally addressed as “Cousin Bob," and, indeed, he seems to be related to most of the people in his district, if not most of those in the state. He speaks Louisiana French, which is a language entirely distinct from young-ladies’-finishing school French, or learn-to-speak F'ench-for-eighteen-dollars French. Speaking their language as he does, “Cousin Bob" has a strong hold on the people of his section of the state, and their main religion is to vote for Bob Broussard without question and without stint whenever he rims for anything. When Broussard was running for the United States senate, Representa tive James B. Aswell was seeking election to the lower house of con gress. Aswe'.l was talking to a mar in the section where Broussard is best known, and asked him for his vote. iiu gums iu vuw lur cuir-dod i^roussara, saia toe man. “That’s all right You can vote for Bob and for me, too," AsweU ex plained. “We’re not running for the same thing.” The man shook his head. "No," says he, "I’H vote for Bob. Then if you’re entitled to have an office. Bob can appoint you to it” FARMS LIGHTED BY'feLECTRICITY. Use of electricity on the farm for the sake of convenience, safety or comfort is urged by G. G. 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They do their duty, SMALL PILL, SMALL DOSE, SMALL PRICE. Genuine must bear Signature CAUSE FOR REAL REGRET Mistreated Father Thought He Saw How the Situation Might Have Been Differer . They were traveling peacefully home in their lumbering market cart, when from the shadowy hedge there leapt two unkempt forms. No time was wasted in useless talking. In a businesslike manner they rifled the pockets of Farmer Jones and his daughter, turned them out of the cart, and drove off in it themselves. “Dear, oh, dear!” wailed the poor old man, “here’s a nice today! Horse and cart and money all gone!” “Not the money, father,” broke in the daughter. “I had the purse In my mouth.” "In your mouth, la?s?” replied the old man, feebly. “Good for you! But what a pity your mother wasn't there, then we might have saved the horse and cart!” More Woman Farmers. Statisticians declare that Pennsyl vania last year had 7,000 woman farm err. Ih Georgia during the last three years the number of woman farmers has more than doubled. The major ity of the women go in for raising hogs, cattle and foodstuffs, leaving cotton planting to the men. John Galsworthy, the author, was 28 years of age before he began to write. THE FIRST TASTE Learned to Drink Coffee When a Boy. If parents realized the fact that cof fee contains a drug—caffeine—which 1b especially harmful to children, they would doubtless hesitate before giving them coffee to drink. "When I was a child in my mother's arms and first began to nibble things at the table, mother used to give me alps of coffee. And so I contracted the coffee habit early. "I continued to use coffee until I was 27, and when I got into office work I began to have nervous spells. Espe cially after breakfast I was so nerv ous I could scarcely attend to my cor respondence. "At night, after having had coffee for supper, I could hardly sleep, and on rising in the morning would feel weak and nervous. 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