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SYNOPSIS. —17— Humpht-ey Van Weyden, critic and dilet tante, finds himself aboard the sealing achooner Ghost, Captain Wolf Larsen, bound to Japan waters. The captain makes him cabin boy “for the good of his eouL" Wolf hazes a seaman and makes It the basis for a philosophic discussion ■with Hump. Hump's intimacy with Wolf Increases. A carnival of brutality breaks loose in the ship. Wolf proves himself the master brute. Hump is made mate bn the hell-ship and proves that lie has Reamed "to stand on his own legs." Two men desert the vessel In one of the small boats. A young woman and four men, Survivors of a steamer wreck, are res cued from a small boat. The deserters are sighted, but Wolf stands away and leaves them to drown. Maude Brewster, the rescued girl, sees the cook towed over side to give him a bath and his foot bitten off by a shark as he Is hauled aboard. She begins to realize her danger at the hands of Wolf. Van Weyden real izes that he loves Maude. Wolf’s brother, Death Larsen, comes on the sealing grounds In the steam sealer Macedonia, “hogs" the sea, and Wolf captures sev eral of his boats. The Ghost runs away In a tog. Wolf furnishes liquor to the prisoners. CHAPTER XXII—Continued. “He led a lost cause, and he was uot afraid of God’s thunderbolts," Wolf Larsen was saying. "Hurled into hell, be was unbeaten. A third of God’s angels he had led with him. and straightway he Incited man to rebel against God, and gained for himself and hell the major portion of all the generations of man. Why was he beat en out of heaven? Because he was less brave than God? less proud? less aspiring? No! A thousand times no! God was more powerful, as he said. Whom thunder hath made greater. But Lucifer was a free spirit. To serve was to suffocate. He preferred suf fering in freedom to all the happiness of a comfortable servility. He did not care to serve God. He cared to serve nothing. He was no figurehead. He stood on his own legs. He was an in dividual.” “The first anarchist,” Maud laughed, rising and preparing to withdraw to her stateroom. “Then it is good to be an anarchist!” he cried. He. too, had risen, and he ! atood facing her, where she had paused at the door of her room, as he went on; , " 'Here at last We shall be free; the Almighty hath not , built Here for his envy; will not drive us hence: Here we may reign secure; and In my choice W rjjt^n Is worth ambition, though In better to reign In hell than serve In beaven.’ ” It was the defiant cry of a mighty Spirit. The cabin still rang with his Voice, as he stood there, swaying, his bronzed face shining, his head up and dominant, and his eyes, golden and masculine, intensely masculine and in sistently soft, flashing upon Maud at the door. Again that unnamable and unmis takable terror was in her eyes, and she Baid, almost in a whisper, "You are Lucifer.” The door closed and she was gone. He stood staring after her for a min ute, then returned to himself and to me. “I’ll relieve Louis at the wheel,” he Said shortly, “and call upon you to re lieve at midnight. Better turn in now and get some sleep.” CHAPTER XXIII. I knew not what had aroused me, but I found myself out of my bunk, on my feet, wide awake, my soul vibrat ing to the warning of danger as it might have thrilled to a trumpet call. I threw open the door. The cabin light, was burning low. I saw Maud, my Maud, straining and struggling and crushed in the embrace of Wolf Lar sen’s arms. I could see the vain beat and flutter of her as she strove, press ing her face against his breast, to escape from him. All this I saw on the very instant of seeing and as I sprang forward. I struck him with my fist, on the face, as he raised his head, but it was a puny blow. He roared in a ferocious, animal-like way, and gave me a shove with his hand. It was only a shove, a flirt of the wrist, yet so tremendous was his strength that I was hurled backward as from a catapult. I struck the door of the stateroom which had formerly been Mugridge’s, splintering and smashing the panels with the im pact of my body. I struggled to my feet, with difficulty dragging myself clear of the wrecked door, unaware of any hurt whatever. I was conscious only of an overmastering rage. I think I, too, cried aloud, as I drew the knife at mv hip and sprang forward a sec ond time. But something had happened. They were reeling apart. I was close upon him. my knife uplifted, but I withheld the blow. I was puzzled by the strange ness of it. Maud was leaning against the wall, one hand out for support; but he was staggering, his left hand pressed against his forehead and cov ering his eyes, and with the right he was groping about him in a dazed sort of way. It struck against the wall, and his body seemed to express a mus cular and physical relief at the con tact, as though he had found his bear ings, his location in space as well as something against which to lean. Then I saw red again. All my wrongs and humiliations flashed upon me with a dazzling brightness, all that I had suffered and others had suffered at his hands, all the enormity of the man’s very existence. I sprang on him. blindly, insanely, and drove the knife into his shoulder. I knew then, that it was no more than a flesh wound — had felt the steel grate on his shoul der-blade—and I raised the knife to strike at a more vital part. But Maud had seen my first blow, and she cried, "Don’t! Please don’t!” I dropped my arm for a moment, and a moment only. Again the knife was raised, and Wolf Larsen would have surely died had she not stepped be vuu* OllUO «C1C (UUUUU IUC| 11C1 hair was brushing my face. My pulse rushed up In an unwonted manner, yet my rage mounted with it. She looked me bravely in the eyes. "For my sake," she begged. "I would kill him for your sake!" I cried, trying to free my arm without hurting her. “Hush!" she said, and laid her fin gers lightly on my lips. 1 could have kissed them, had I dared, even then, in my rage, the touch of them was so sweet, so very sweet. "Please, please,” she pleaded, and she disarmed me by the words, as I was to discover they would ever disarm me. I stepped back, separating from her, and replaced the knife in its sheath. X looked at Wolf I^arsen. He still pressed his left hand against his fore head. It covered his eyes. His head was bowed. He seemed to have grown limp. His body was sagging at the hips, his great shoulders were droop ing and shrinking forward. “Van Weyden!" he called hoarsely, and with a note of fright in his voice. "Oh, Van Weyden! where are you?" I looked at Maud. She did not speak, but nodded her head. “Here I am,” I answered, stepping to his side. “What is the matter?" “Help me to a seat,” he said, in the same hoarse, frightened voice. “1 am a sick man. a very sick man. Hump,” he said, as he left my sustain ing grip and sank into a chair. “What is the matter?” I asked, rest ing my hand on his shoulder. “What can I do for you?” But he shook off my hand with an irritated movement, and for a long I Saw Maud—Crushed in the Embrace of Wolf Larsen’s Arms. time I stood by his side in silence. Maud was looking on, her face awed and frightened. What had happened to him we could not imagine. "Hump,” he said at last, "I must get into my bunk. Lend me a hand. I'll be all right in a little while. It’s those damn headaches, I believe. I was afraid of them. I had a feeling—no, 1 don't know what I'm talking about. Help me into my bunk.” But when I got him into his bunk he again buried his face in his hands, covering his eyes, and as I turned to go I could hear him murmuring, "I am a sick man, a very sick man.” Maud looked at me inquiringly as I emerged. I shook my head, saying: “Something has happened to him. What, I don’t know. He is helpless, and frightened, I imagine, for the first time in his life. It must have occurred before he received the knife-thrust, which made only a superficial wound. You must have seen what happened.’ She shook her head. “I saw noth ing. It is just as mysterious to me He suddenly released me and stag gered away. But what shall we do7 What shall I do?” “If you will wait, please, until I come back.” I answered. I went on deck. Louis was at the wheel. “You may go for'ard and turn in,” I said, taking it from him. He was quick to obey, and I found myself alone on the deck of the Ghost. As quietly as was possible, I clewed up the topsails, lowered the flying Jib and staysail, backed the jib over, and flat tened the mainsail. Then I went be low to Maud. I placed my finger on my lips for silence, and entered Wolf Larsen’s room. He was in the same position in which I had left him, and his head was rocking—almost writh ing—from side to side. “Anything I can do for you?” I asked. He made no reply at first, but on my repeating the question he answered, “No, no; I’m all right. Leave me alone till morning.” But as I turned to go I noted that his head had resumed Its rocking motion. Maud was waiting patiently for me, and I took notice, with a thrill of Joy. of the queenly poise of her head and her glorious, calm eyes. Calm and sure they were as her spirit itself. “Will you trust yourself to me for a journey of six hundred miles or so?” I asked. “You mean—?” she asked, and I knew she had guessed aright. “Yes, I mean just that,” I replied. “There is nothing left for us but the open boat.” "For me, you mean,” she said. “You are certainly as safe here as you have been." “No, there is nothing left for us but the open boat," I iterated stoutly. "Will you please dress as warmly as you can, at once, and make into a bundle whatever you wish to bring with you?” And make all haste.” I added, as she turned toward her stateroom. The lazaretto w'as directly beneath the cabin, and, opening the trapdoor in the floor and carrying a candle with me, I dropped down and began over hauling the ship's stores. I selected mainly from the canned goods, and by the time I was ready, willing hands were extended from above to receive what I passed up. We worked in silence. I helped my self also to blankets, mittens, oilskins, caps, and such things, from the slop chest. It was no light adventure, this trusting ourselves in a small boat to so raw and stormy a sea, and it was imperative that we should guard our selves against cold and wet. We worked feverishly a? carrying our plunder on deck and depositing it amidships, so feverishly that Maud, whose strength was hardly a positive quantity, had to give over, exhausted, and sit on the steps at the break of the poop. This did not serve to recover her, and she lay on her back, on the hard deck, arms stretched out and whole body relaxed. It was a trick I remembered of my sister, and I knew she would soon be herself again. I knew, also, that weapons would not come amiss, and I re-entered Wolf Lar sen’s stateroom to get his rifle and shotgun. I spoke to him. but he made no answer, though his head was still rocking from side to side and he was not asleep. “Good-by. Lucifer,” I whispered to myself as I softly closed the door. Next to obtain was a stock of am munition—an easy matter, though 1 had to enter the steerage companion way to do it. Here the hunters stored the ammunition boxes they carried in the boats, and here, but a few feet from their noisy revel3, I took posses sion of two boxes. Next, to lower a boat. Not so simple a task for one man. Having cast off the lashings, I hoisted first on the forward tackle, then on the aft. till the boat cleared the rail, when I lowered away, one tackle and then the other, for a couple of feet, till it hung snugly, above the water, against the schooner’s side. I made certain that it contained the proper equipment of oars, rowlocks and sail. Water was a consideration, and I robbed every boat aboard of its breaker. As there were nine boats all told, it meant that we should have plenty of water, and ballast as well, though there was the chance that the boat would be over loaded, what of the generous supply of other things I was taking. A few minutes sufficed to finish the loading, and I lowered the boat into the water. As I helped Maud over the rail and felt her form close to mine, it was all I could do to keep from cry ing out, "I love you! I love youi1’ Truly Humphrey Van Weyden was at last in love, I thought, as her fingers clung to mine while I lowered her down to the boat. 1 held on to the rail with one hand and supported her weight with the other, and I was proud at the moment of the feat. It was a strength I had not possessed a few months before, on the day I said good by to Charley Furuseth and started for San Francisco on the ill-fated Martinez. As the boat ascended on a sea, her feet touched and I released her hands. I cast off the tackles and leaped after her. I had never rowed in my life, but I put out the oars and at the expense of much effort got the boat clear of the Ghost. Then I experimented with the sail. I had seen the boat steerers and hunters set their spritsails many times, yet this was my first attempt. What took them possibly two minutes took me twenty, but in the end I suc ceeded in setting and trimming it, and with the steering oar in my hands hauled on the wind. “There lies Japan,” I remarked, “straight before us.” “Humphrey Van Weyden,” she said, “you are a brave man.” “Nay,” I answered, “it is you who are a brave woman.” We turned our heads, swayed by a. common impulse to see the last of the Ghost. Her low hull lifted and rolled to windward on a sea; her canvas “Good-by, Lucifer,” I whispered to My self, as I Softly Closed the Door. loomed darkly In the night; her lashed wheel creaked as the rudder kicked; then sight and sound of her faded away and we were alone on the dark sea. CHAPTER XXIV. There Is no need of going into an extended recital of our suffering in the small boat during the many days we were driven and drifted, here and there, willy-nilly, across the wide expanse of ocean. The high wind blew from the northwest for twenty four hours, when it fell calm, and in the night sprang up from the south west. This was dead in our teeth, but I took In the sea-anchor I had roughly made and set sail, hauling a course on the wind which took us in a south southeasterly direction. It was an even choice between this and the west northwesterly course which the wind permitted, but the warm airs of the south fanned my desire for a warmer sea and swayed my decision. In three hours—it wras midnight. I well remember, and as (lark as I had ever seen it on the sea—the wind, still blowing out of the southwest, rose fu riously, and once again 1 was com pelled to set the sea-anchor. * Day broke and found me wan-eyed and the ocean lashed white, the boat pitching, almost on end. to its drag. We were in imminent danger of being swamped by the wbitecaps. As it was. spray and spume came aboard in such Quantities that I bailed without cessa tion. The blankets were soaking. Ev erything was wet except Maud, and she. in oilskins, rubber boots, and sou’ wester. was dry, all but her face and hands and a stray wisp of hair. She relieved me at the bailing hole from time to time, and bravely she threw out the water and faced the storm. All things are relative. It was no more than a stiff blow, but to us, fighting for life in our frail craft, it was indeed a storm. Cold and cheerless, the wind beat ing on our faces, the white seas roar ing by, we struggled through the day. Night came, but neither of us slept. Day came, and still the wind beat on our faces and the white seas roared past. By the second night Maud was falling asleep from exhaus tion. I covered her with oilskins and a tarpaulin. She was comparatively dry. but she was numb with the cold. I feared greatly that she might die in the night; but day broke, cold and cheerless, with the same clouded sky and beating wind and roaring seas. (TO BE CONTINUED.) WICKEDEST CITY ON EARTH Irkutsk, In Siberia, May Well Lay Claim to That Altogether Un enviable Distinction. Which is the wickedest city in the world? If you ask an American this ques tion. he will probably name Chicago, which has a most unenviable reputa tion. But he will be wrong. The dis credit undoubtedly belong to Irkutsk, In Siberia. The population of Ihkutsk i—the very name has a cut-throat sort of sound about it—is 120,000, and every year five hundred murders are committed there. That is a world's record; and, what is worse, the mur derers generally get oft scot-free, for arrests average only about one in every fifty murders, and only one-half Df the arrests are followed by convic tions. In order to remedy this state of af fairs, Irkutsk once decided to have a vigilance committee of its own. , It got one—the worst vigilance com mittee on record, for ex-convicts and active' thugs enrolled themselves by the score, and were given exceptional power by the go/ernor. The reign of terror which tollowed is unparalleled in criminal history. The police were massacred. Rich merchants were shot in broad day light, under pretence of being sus pects. A system of “house-inspec tion” and “penal confiscation" was in troduced, which was another way of saying wholesale burglary. Where Accordions Are Popular. The natives of Madagascar are great lovers of music, and In addition to their own primitive instruments the accordion is very popular. Within the last few years the importation of these instruments has shown a steady in crease. about 20,000 being imported annually to the value of about 150,000 francs ($28,950). These goods have practically all been imported from Germany. Tedious. “Scribbler claims that his latest novel is absolutely true to life.” “He must be awfully tired of life if he thinks it is anything like that” ‘ SWAT RABBITNEW SLOGAN They’re Vermin, Not Game, English Timber Owners Are Now Be ing Told. To encourage the growing of more timber in England by organizing all resources of labor, a committee has been appointed by the government un der the chairmanship of Francis Ac land, the London Chronicle states. Lord Selborne, minister for agricul ture, drew attention to this step at an exhibition of English timber organ ized by the English Forestry associa tion at the Surveyors’ institution, Westchester. He said that the committee was ap pealing to land owners and land agents to let them see their woods and make proposals for the purchase of timber. The committee appealed to the owners to give what help they possibly could in the felling, conver sion and hauling of the timber. If an English landowner would con sider that rabbits are not game but vermin, as they certainly are, and go in for the cultivation of timber, it would be to his great benefit, the com mittee said. The war has created a big demand for timber, boards and scantling, espe cially the kind used in the erection of huts. During the last twelve months more pit wood has found its way to the English coal field than has been the case for the last twenty years. Some of the men present said that while they would do all that was pos sible to give aid to the government In this direction, they were disinclined to feather the nests of the timber derl ers. Oppose Ostriches In Harness. The Humane society of Los Angeles, Cal., has taken up arms against the use of the ostrich in harness and has introduced a measure seeking to make their use for that purpose unlawful. Some of the reasons advanced are: The birds are dangerous because they are liable to kick in any direction; they violate the speed laws and they are a menace to traffic because, with their well-known fondness for hard ware, they are apt to eat auto acces sories, licenses, tail lights, etc. j GROWING AND FATTENING BEEF CATTLE ) Animals Like These Are Always in Demand. “Possibly this is the wrong way to look at it, but it seems to me that in our efforts to develop the dairy busi ness we are about to lose sight of the fact that growing and fattening beef cattle is a big part of cattle raising. I hear lots of discussion of dairying. Someone is always trying to start a creamery or a dairy," writes S. A. Per ry of Missouri in Farm Progress, "but the beef-cattle business does not get so much attention.” Undoubtedly this is wrong. We can't all go into the dairying or cream-sell ing business. There are great stretches of good cattle growing and fattening country in every state where the dairy ing end of the business cannot amount to very much for a long time to come. There are no markets for the cream, the milk and the butter. Rail road transportation is poor and there are no buyers In reach of the cream. Where a man has enough land for a reasonable amount o? pasture and can go ahead raising plenty of grain and forage at the same time he need not count himself out of the cattle busi ness even if there is no trolley line running through his place and no rail road depot handy to take care of sur plus cream. What he can do is to buy up calves, raise all he can from the cows on his home place and turn these youngsters into big steers with the help of his pastures, his forage and his silo. The silo is one of the pieces of equipment on the dairy farm that the beef grower can use to a great ad vantage. It will help make beef and will do it cheaply. With a couple of well-filled silos the beef grower can get through short pasture periods in dry summers and can keep his young stuff growing right along through the winter. He won’t have to spend all his possible profits for “cake” and oth er “store feeds" in order to do so. Any farmer who wants to go a little deeper into steer feeding as a plain money making proposition ought to fit himself out with plenty of silo room right in the beginning, no matter how much pasture land and forage he may have in sight. For two or three years back men who have had a good many cattle Excellent Beef Specimen. gathered up in their pastures in this vicinity have had to slap their steers on the market right in the middle of the summer. They were running short of pasture because of the dry weather and had no money to buy feed to car ry them over late summer, fall and part of the winter. These men are sort of discouraged about ca'ttle growing and feeding, but a few silos would have put a different face on the whole problem. These “canned pastures” could have been opened when the grass got short and the pastures began to turn brown and they would have carried the yearlings, two-year-olds and bigger steers right on up to dry feeds. A few good steers on the average sized farm would prove to be mort gage lifters and bank account makers. There is always a great deal of forage going to waste. They would take care of this In a money-making manner. Corn is sold as a money crop on the average farm, but it would be a great deal better to turn this corn Into beef and sell it In that shape. By putting a little more attention on the better seeding and care of farm pastures they could be made to give better summer support to more cattle than they now take care of. Alfalfa, soy beans, cowpeas, etc., would help to do the rest. The farm could be made to grow the steers and do most of the work of finishing them for the market. There is no need of worrying about low prices of beef and 1 overproduction. Beef is in fully a3 ; much demand as bread right now and | is likely to continue in that way as long as armies of millions of awa are in the field demanding rations. GOOD FORMULAFOR BROOD SOW RATION Combination of Corn, Alfalfa and Meat Meal Tankage Recom mended by an Expert. Corn, alfalfa and meat meal tank i age make a very exceptionally good trio of brood sow feeds if happily combined. This is the opinion of John M. Evvard, the Iowa hog feed ing expert. He suggests giving the sows enough corn to keep them in good condition, adding alfalfa in a rack and giving them about one-fifth to one,fourth of a pound of the meat meal tankage daily. The alfalfa may be ground and i mixed with the corn, using 100 pounds of each, and the mixture then fed from self-feeders. An average gilt of 250 pounds will eat about five to six pounds of this daily, so to get the necessary tankage into it, mix with every 100 pounds about five pounds of the meat product. If the sows get ; too fat, increase the proportion of ground alfalfa accordingly. The re sults should be happy ones at farrow ing time. “Don’t forget,’’ adds Mr. Evvard, “the common salt at free will and plenty of good wholesome water.” Corn may not be plentiful in this state this year and all farmers may not have alfalfa hay. However, they also may benefit from the foregoing 1 suggestions. They may feed barley instead of the corn and clover hay in | stead of the alfalfa hay and expect al i most equally good results. Meat meal, though it may cost $50 per ton, is a relatively economical feed for balanc ing such highly carbonaceous feeds as corn and barley. It is a very highly concentrated feed. MAKING MONEY WITH WETHERS AND LAMBS Get Animals to Market Soon as Fit—When Pastures Are Short Feed Grain. Get all wethers and lambs In the market as soon as fit. A good article never goes a-begging in a good mar ket. No animal is profitable when stand ing still in condition. There is profit in growth. A mere maintenance system ol feeding is a losing game. If the pastures are short, feed grain in troughs, in the pasture. Feed regularly. A very small quantity of grain given daily and regularly often turns the scale from loss to profit. Keep the flock tagged or maggots may breed under the filth. Examine the horns and around the ears. Turpentine dropped in holes and on sores will dislodge magots; then smear with tar. The flock must have shade and shel ter during the hot days of August. Be sure it is provided. Unless you have fed roots you can not realize how valuable they are for all stock, particularly 6heep. BIRDS PROVE TRUE FRIENDS OF FARMER Sparrow Consumes One-Fourth Ounce of Noxious Weed Seed in Course of Day. A tree sparrow is said to consume one-fourth of an ounce of injurious weed seeds a day, and weed seeds constitute three-fourths of the diet of the song sparrow. Quail, bobo links, blackbirds, some of the larks and wild ducks are among the birds that are valuable to farmers as de stroyers of noxious weed seeds. The government has estimated that the American sparrow family alone saved farmers $80,260,000 in 1910 by keeping down the spread of weeds. Prepare for Breeding Season. When getting ready for the breed ing season, all undesirable specimens, like those which are undersize, weak in constitution, off solor for the breed, not good shape, etc., should be taken out of the breeding pen and only the best bred from. Prolific Garden Essential. Tbe first essential for a prolific gar den la rich soil. There is little en couragement for the gardener who cultivates poor soil. To Force Rhubarb. Covering a couple of rhubarb roots with an old barrel from which the endB have been knocked out will force the plant and result in pieplant pie much earlier in the season. Banking the barrel with fresh horse manure will hasten the process. Raise Good Horses. Don’t continue in the same old rut year after year by raising scrub horses, when good, well-bred horses are easier to raise. Look and Feel Clean, Sweet and Fresh Every Day Drink a glass of real hot water before breakfast to wash out poisons. Life is not merely to live, but to live well, eat well, digest well, work well, sleep well, look well. What a glorious condition to attain, and yet how very easy it is if one will only adopt the morning inside bath. Folks who are accustomed to feel dull and heavy when they arise, split ting headache, stuffy from a cold, foul tongue, nasty breath, acid stomach, can. instead, feel as fresh as a daisy by opening the sluices of the system each morning and flushing out the whole of the internal poisonous stag nant matter. Everyone, whether ailing, sick or well, should, each morning, before breakfast, drink a glass of real hot water with a teaspoonful of limestone phosphate in it to wash from the stomach, liver, kidneys and bowels the previous day’s indigestible waste, sour bile and poisonous toxins; thus cleans ing, sweetening and purifying the en tire alimentary tract before putting more food into the stomach. The ac tion of hot water and limestone phos phate on an empty stomach is wonder fully invigorating. It cleans out all the sour fermentations, gases, waste and acidity and gives one a splendid ap petite for breakfast. While you are enjoying your breakfast the water and phosphate is quietly extracting a large volume of water from the blood and getting ready for a thorough flushing of all the inside organs. The millions of people who are both ered with constipation, bilious spells, stomach trouble, rheumatism; others who have sallow skins, blood disor ders and sickly complexions are urged to get a quarter pound of limestone phosphate from any store that handles drugs which will cost very little, hut is sufficient to make anyone a pro nounced crank on the subject of in ternal sanitation.—Adv. 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