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■f ^---—-»--L— SYNOPSIS. —16— Humphrey Van Weyden, critic and dilet tante, finds himself aboard the scaling •chooner Ghost, Captain Wolf I.arsen. bound to Japan waters. The captain makes him cabin boy “for the good of his soul.“ The cockney cook, Mugridge. is Jealous and hazes him. Wolf hazes a sea man and makes it the basis for a phil osophic discussion with Hump. Cooky and Hump whet knives at eacli other. Hump's Intimacy with Wolf increases. A carnival of brutality breaks loose in the ship. Wolf proves himself the master brute. Hump, despite his protest, is made mate on the hell-ship and proves by his conduct in a blow that he has learned “to stand on his own legs." Two men desert the vessel Jn one of the small boats. A young wom an and four men. survivors of a steamer wreck, are rescued from a small boat. The deserters are sighted, but Wolf stands Sway and leaves them to drown. Maude Hrewster, the rescued girl, and Van Weyden find they know each other's work. They talk together of a world alien to Wolf. Maude sees Mugridge towed overside in a bowline to give him a bath and his foot bitten off by a shark as he Jb hauled aboard. She begins to realize her danger at the hands of Wolf. Van Weyden realizes that he loves Maude. Wolf’s brother. Death Larsen, comes on the sealing grounds in the steam sealer Macedonia and blankets Wolf’s boats, so Stealing his catch. Death Larsen “hogs** he sea again and Wolf captures one of ils boats with its men. CHAPTER XXI—Continued. He dropped down to the deck and rested his rifle across the rail. The bullets we had received had traveled nearly a mile, but by now we had cut that distance in half. He fired three careful 6hots. At the third the boat 8teerer let loose his steering-oar and crumpled up In the bottom of the boat. "I guess that’ll fix them,” Wolf Lar sen said, rising to his feet. “I couldn’t afford to let the hunter have it, and there is a chance the boat-puller doesn't know how to steer. In which case, the hunter cannot steer and shoot at the same time." His reasoning was justified, for the boat rushed at once Into the wind and the hunter sprang aft to take the bnat steerer’s place. There was no more shooting, though the rifles were still cracking merrily from the other boats. The hunter had managed to get the boat before the wind again, but we ran ■down upon it, going at least two feet to its one. A hundred yards away. I saw the boat-puller pass a rifle to the bunter. Wolf Larsen went amidships and took the coil of the throat-halyards (from its pin. Then he peered over the trail with leveled rifle. Twice I saw the Eunter let go the steering-oar with one and. reach for his rifle, and hesitate. \Ve were now alongside and foaming past. "Here, you!” Wolf Larsen cried sud denly to the boat-puller. “Take a turn!” At the s&tjte time he flung the coil of rope. It, struck fairly, nearly knocking the mun over, but he did not •obey. Instead, hi looked to his hunter for orders. The hunter, in turn, was in a quandary. His rifle was between his knees, but if he let go the steer ing-car in order to shoot, the boat would sweep around and collide with tho schooner. Also he saw Wolf Lar sen's rifle bearing upon him and knew ho would be shot ere he could get his rifle into play. “Take a turn,” he said quietly to the man. The boat-puller obeyed, taking a turn around the little forward thwart and (paying the lin« as It jerked taut. The boat g/ieered out with a rush, and the bunter steadied it to a parallel course some twenty feet from the side of the Ghost. "Nov? get that sail down and come alongside!” Wolf Larsen ordered. Once aboard, the two prisoners hoisted in tho boat and under Wolf Larsen's direction carried the wound ed bosit-steerer down Into the fore castle. “If our five boats do as well as you and I have done, we’ll have a pretty full crow,” Wolf Larsen said to me. “The man you shot—he is. I hope—” Maud Brewster quavered. “In the shoulder,” he answered. “Nothing serious. Mr. Van Weyden will pull him around as good as ever in three or four weeks.” “But he won’t pull those chaps around, from the look of It,” he added, pointing at the Macedonia’s third boat, for which I had been steering and which was now nearly abreast of us. "That’s Horner's and Smoke’s work. 1 told them we wanted live men, not carcasses. But the joy of shooting to hit Is a most compelling thing, when once you’ve learned how to shoot. Kver experienced it, Mr. Van Weyden?” I shook my head and regarded their work. It had indeed been blcody, for they had drawn off and joined our other three boats in the attack on the - .. .■ — .. —...- . — remaining two of the enemy. The de serted boat wa3 in the trough of the sea, rolling drunkenly across each comber, its loose spritsail out at right angles to it and fluttering and flapping in the wind. The hunter and boat puller were both lying awkwardly In the bottom, but the boat-steerer lay across the gunwale, half in and half [ out, his arms trailing In the water and his head rolling from side to side. “Don't look. Miss Brewster, please don’t look," I had begged of her, and I was glad that she had minded me and been spared the sight. “Head right into the bunch. Mr. Van ! Weyden,” was Wolf Larsen’s com mand. As he drew nearer, the firing ceased, and we saw that the fight was over. The remaining two boats had been cap tured by our five, aud the seven were grouped together waiting to be picked I up. “Look at that!" I cried involuntarily, pointing to the northeast. The blot of smoke which indicated the Macedonia’s position had re appeared. “Yes, I've been watching it,” was Wolf Larsen's calm reply. He meas ured the distance away to the fog [ bank and for an instant paused to feel the weight of the wind on bis cheek. “We’ll make it, I think; but you can depend upon it that blessed brother of mine has twigged our little game and is just a-humping for us. Ah, look at that!” The blot of smoke had suddenly grown larger, and it was very black. “I’ll beat you out, though, brother mine,” he chuckled. "I’ll beat you out, and I hope you no worse than that you rack your old engines into scrap.” CHAPTER XXII. When we hove to, a hasty though or derly confusion reigned. The boats came aboard from every side at once. As fast as the prisoners came over the rail they were marshaled forward into the forecastle by our hunters, while our sailors hoisted in the boats, pell-mell, dropping them anywhere up on the deck and not stopping to lash them. We were already under way, all sails set and drawing, and the sheets being slacked oft for a wind abeam, as the last boat lifted clear of the water • ind swung in the tackles. There was need for haste. The Macedonia, belching the blackest of smoke from her funnel, was charging down upon us from out of the north east. Neglecting the boats that re mained to her, she had altered her course so as to anticipate ours. She was not running straight for ^s. but ahead of us. Our courses were con verging like the sides of an angle, the vertex of which was at the edge of the fog-bank. It was there, or not at all, that the Macedonia could hope to catch us. The hope for the Ghost lay in that she should pass that point before the Macedonia arrived at it. “Better get your rifles, you fellows," Wolf Larsen called to our hunters; and the five men lined the lee rail, guns in hand, and waited. The Macedonia was now but a mile away, the black smoke pouring from her funnel at a right angle, so madly she raced, pounding through the sea at a seventeen-knot gait—“ Sky-hooting through the brine,'” as Wolf Larsen quoted while gazing at her. We were not making more than nine knots, but the fog-bank was very near. A puff of smoke broke from the Macedonia’s deck, we heard a heavy report, and a round hole took form in the stretched canvas of our mainsail. They were shooting at us wuth one of the small cannon which rumor had said they carried on board. Our men. clustering amidships, waved their hats and raised a derisive cheer. Again there was a puff of smoke and a loud report, this time the cannon ball strik ing not more than twenty feet a3tern and glancing twice from sea to sea to windward ere it sank. But there was no rifle-firing for the reason that all their hunters were out In the boats or our prisoners. When the two vessels were half a mile apart, a third shot made another hole in our mainsail. Then we entered the fog. It was about us, veiling and hiding us in | its dense wet gauze, j The sudden transition was startling. ] The moment before v/e had been leap | ins through the sunshine, the clear ! sky above us, the sea breaking and rolling wide to the horizon, and a 3hip, | vomiting smoke and fire and iron mis j siles, rushing madly upon us. And at once, as in an instant’s leap, the sun was blotted out, there was no sky, even our mastheads were lost to view, and our horizon was such as tear-blind ed eyes may see. It was weird, strangely weird. I looked at Maud Brewster and knew that she was similarly affected. Then I looked at Wolf Larsen, but there was nothing subjective about his state of consciousness. His whole concern was i with the immediate, objective present. ; He still held the wheel, and I felt that | he was timing time, reckoning the passage of the minutes with each for ward lunge and leeward roll of the : Ghost. “Go for’ard and hard-a-lee without any noise.” he said to me in a low voice. “Clew up the topsails first. Set men at all the sheets. Let there be no rattling of blocks, no sound of voices. No noise, understand, no noise." When all was ready, the word "hard a-lee” was passed forward to me from man to man; and the Ghost heeled about on the port tack with practically no noise at all. And what little there was—the slapping of a few reefpoints and the creaking of a sheave in a block or two—was ghostly under the hollow echoing pall in which we were swathed. We had scarcely filled away, it seemed, when the fog thinned abruptly and we were again in the sunshine, the wide-stretching sea breaking before us to the skyline. But the ocean was bare. No wrathful Macedonia broke its surface nor blackened the sky with her smoke. Wolf Larsen at once squared away and ran down along the rim of the fog bank. His trick was obvious. He had entered the fog to windward of the steamer, and while the steamer had blindly driven on into the fog in the chance of catching him he had come about and out of his shelter and was now running down to re-enter to lee ward. Successful in this, the old simile of the needle in the haystack would be mild indeed compared with his broth er’s chance of finding him. He did not run long. Jibing the fore and main sails and setting the topsails again, we headed back into the bank. i r mur— ’■ J[he Macedonia Was Now but a Mile Away. As we entered 1 could have sworn 1 saw a vague bulk emerging to wind ward. I looked quickly at Wolf Lar sen. Already we were ourselves buried in the fog. but he nodded his head. He. too, had seen it—the Mace donia, guessing his maneuver and fail ing by a moment in anticipating it. There was no doubt that we had es caped unseen. "I'd give five hundred dollars, though," Wolf Larsen said, "just to be aboard the Macedonia for five minutes, listening to my brother curse.” “And now. Mr. Van Weyden " he said to me when he had been relieved from the wheel, “we must make these newcomers welcome. Serve out plenty of whisky to the hunters and see that a few bottles slip for'ard. I'll wager every man Jack of them is over the side tomorrow, hunting for Wolf Lar sen as contentedly as ever they hunted for Death Larsen.” Wolf Larsen took the distribution of the whisky off my hands, and the bot tles began to make their appearance while I worked over the fresh batch of wounded men in the forecastle. I had seen whisky drunk, but never as these men drank it, from pannikins and mugs, and from the bottles—great brimming drinks, each one of which was in itself a debauch. But they did not stop at one or two. They drank and drank, and ever the bottles slipped forward and they drank more. The steerage, where were two wounded hunters, was a repetition of the forecastle, except that Wolf Lar sen was not being cursed; and it was with a great relief that 1 again emerged on deck and went aft to the cabin. Supper was ready, and Wolf Larsen and Maud were waiting for me. While all his ship was getting drunk as fast as it could he remained sober. Not a drop of liquor passed his lips. He did not dare it under the circum stances, for he had only Louis and me to depend upon, and Louis was even now at the wheel. We were sailing on through the fog without a lookout and without lights. That Wolf Larsen had turned the liquer loose among his men surprised me, but he evidently knew their psychology and the best method of cementing in cordiality what had begun in bloodshed. His victory over Death Larsen seemed to have had a remarkable ef fect upon him. The previous evening he had reasoned himself into the blues, and I had been waiting momentarily for one of his characteristic outbursts. Yet he discovered himself in splendid trim when I entered the cabin. He had had no headaches for weeks, his eyes were clear blue as the sky, his bronze was beautiful with perfect health; life swelled through his veins In full and magnificent flood. While waiting for me he had engaged Maud in ani mated discussion. He seemed voluble, prone to speech as I had never seen him before. The discussion was on love and, as usual, his was the sheer materialistic side, and Maud’s was the idealistic. For myself, beyond a word or so of suggestion or correction now and again, I took no part. He was brilliant, but so was Maud, and for some time I lost the thread of the conversation through studying her face as she talked. It was a face that rarely displayed color, but tonight it w'^s flushed and vivacious. Her wit was playing keenly, and she was enjoy ing the tilt as much as Wolf Larsen, and he was enjoying it hugely. For some reason, though I know not why, in the argument, so utterly had I lost it in the contemplation of one stray brown lock of Maud's hair, he quoted from Iseult at Tintagel, where she says: Blessed am I beyond women even herein. That beyond all born women Is my sin. And perfect my transgression. As he had read pessimism into Omar, so now he read triumph, sting ing triumph and exultation, into Swin burne's lines. And he read rightly, and he read well. He had hardly reased reading when Louis put his head into the companionway and whis pered down: "Be easy, will ye? The fog's lifted, an' 'tis the port light iv a steamer that's ifrossiu' our bow this blessed minute.” Wolf Larsen sprang on deck, and so swiftly that by the time we followed him he had pulled the steerage-slide over the drunken clamor and was on his way forward to close the forecas tle-scuttle. The fog. though it re mained, had lifted high, where it ob scured the stars and made the night quite black. Directly ahead of us I could see a bright red light and a white light, and I could hear the pulsing of a steamer's engines. Beyond a doubt it was the Macedonia. Wolf Larsen had returned to the poop, and we stood In a silent group, watching the lights rapidly cross our bow. "Lucky for me he doesn't carry a searchlight.” Wolf Larsen said. “What if I should cry out loudly?” j 1 queried in a whisper, j "It would be all up,” he answered, j ' But have you thought upon what would immediately happen?” Before I had time to express any de sire to know, he had me by the throat with his gorilla grip, and by a faint quiver of the muscles—a hint, as it were—he suggested to me the twist that would surely have broken my I neck. The next moment he had re- j leased me and we were gazing at the Macedonia's lights. “What if I should cry out?” Maud ' asked. "I like you too well to hurt you,” he said softly—nay, there was a tender ness and a caress in his voice that made me wince. “But don't do it, just j the same, for I'd promptly break Mr. ! van Weyden's neck." "Then she has my permission to cry out," I said defiantly. "I hardly think you'll care to sacri fice the Dean o' American Letters the Second,” he sneered. We spoke no more, though we had I become too used to one another for the silence to be awkward; and when the red light and the white had disap peared we returned to the cabin to finish the interrupted supper. If ever Wolf Larsen attained the summit of living, he attained it then. From time to time i forsook my own thoughts to follow him. and I followed In amaze, mastered for the moment by his remarkable intellect, under the spell of his passion, for he was preach ing the passion of revolt. It was in evitable that Milton's Lucifer should be Instanced, and the keenness with which Wolf Larsen analyzed and de picted the character was a revelation of his stifled genius. It reminded me of Taine, yet I knew the man had never heard of that brilliant though dangerous thinker. (TO BE CONTINUED.) Her Political Views. "Jane, 1 have discovered that our new cook has decided views about the policy in the East." “John, what do you mean?” “She believes in the gradual disrup tion of china." ROYAL ADMIRER OF AMERICA Queen Sophia of Greece Invariably Employs Architects Trained In This Country. Queen Sophia of Greece is a great admirer of American country homes and knows many of our finer places well, temarks the Saturday Evening Post. She takes regularly all our publicr.tions devoted to country life, and studies in detail our methods of landscape gardening, tree culture and floral display. 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Everything in the dear old village seemed the same to Jones after his absence of four years. The old church, the village pump, the ducks on the green, the old men smoking while tbeir wives gossip—it was so restful after the rush and bustle of the city Suddenly he missed something. "Where’s Hodge’s windmill?” he asked in surprise. “I can only see one mill and there used to be two." The na tive gazed thoughtfully round, as if to verify the statement. Then he said slowly: “They pulled one down. There weren’t enough wind for two on ’em!" COLONY HAS FEW INDUSTRIES Belgian Congo, After Thirty Years, la Still in the Early Stages of Development. Belgian Congo, founded thirty years ago, is still in the early stage of de velopment. So far practically no manufacturing industries have yet been established and. aside from the important copper mines in the Ka tanga district, the only large indus trial enterprises are the railways and river transportation services. It may be said that all business activi ties In the colony are devoted to the collection of tropical products—rub ber, ivory, gum copal, palm oil and kernels, cacao, etc.—and the railway and river services are in reality only accessories to these activities, having been established primarily to aid in the transportation of these products to the seaports. The gathering of rub ber In Congo has never recovered Us former activity, and in all probability will never again be so rich a source of Income to the colony as It was pro vious to 1912. The cultivated product from the plantations in the East In dies is superior in quality to the wild rubber of the Congo, and, owing to the active competition of the larger plantations and better location as to shipping facilities, it may be placed upon the market at lower rates. Jap Statesman of Prominence. Governor Hattori of Hyogo prefec ture, who was among those awarded honors at the coronation of the em peror of Japan, has held his post since 1900, a unique distinction among his gubernatorial confreres. The happy relations which he enjoys with all offi cial and private classes In Hyogo pre fecture have caused him to repeatedly decline offers of promotion, by which he might have held a seat in the cabi net and exercised diplomatic abilities in higher and more stormy spheres. He was born in 1851 and is a graduate of an American college, Rutgers, from which he received the degree in the '70s of bachelor of commerce. He was nominated a member of the house of peers in 1903. Commander Count Nikolaus zu Dohna-Schlodien of the famous Ger man sea raider Moewe wou the hearts of all his countrymen and the admira tion of the world through his exploits with the little Sea Gull, whose roman tic career ended, temporarily, at least, on March 4 last, when she arrived safely In the German seaport of Wil helmshaven after what the German admiralty called "a successful cruise of several months." On her way out the Moewe eluded the legion of British cruisers and pa trol boats and slipped through the English channel, where she sowed mines, one of which caused the de struction of the British predread naught Edward VII. Then she made her way to the mid-Atlantic and there established a "raiding zone all her own," capturing or sinking fifteen «Ek rSieSl allied vessels, all British with the ex - eeption of one French and one Bel gian. 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Shackleton. head of the British Antarctic expedi tion. will be compelled to remain an other year near the south end of the earth, according to word brought to New Zealand by the Aurora, one of his vessels, which was driven back by storms. The adventure of Lieutenant Shackleton had a three fold purpose— to navigate the Antarctic on a me ridian; to secure for the British flag the honor of being the first national emblem thus to be taken from sea to sea across this South pole realm, and to conduct scientific work relating, among other phases, to meteorology, geography, geology and geodetic sur vey. The expedition left England in two sections about six weeks after the European war began, but it was not until early in January, 1915, after ----—-—- delay due tc unfavorable ice condi tions, that the party, headed by Sir Ernest himself, set off on a 1,700-mile voyage from South Georgia, an uninhabited island in the South Atlantic ocean about 800 miles due east of Cape Horn, for Ross sea on the other side of the South pole. Sir Ernest sailed in the Endurance, a three-master, with auxiliary engines which gave her a ten-knot speed. This vessel, of 360 tons, was built with "wooden walls” two feet thick of almost solid oak. Oak and pliant pitch pine were the only woods employed. When Senator John W. Kern was a young lawyer at Kokomo, Ind.. he represented one side of a case in which the whole controversy hinged on the identity and ownership of a certain calf. The chief witness on the side against Kern t?as a colored man. He contended that the calf belonged to his friend, Mr. Jones. 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