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SYNOPSIS. —19— Humphrey Van Weyden, critic and dilet tante, linds himself aboard the sealing schooner Ghost, Captain Wolf I.arscn. bound to Japan wsiers. The captain makes him cabin boy Tor the good of bis soul.” 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 mrtsttr brute. Hump is made mate on the lell-ship and prcves that he had learned "to stand on hip own legs." Two men desert the vessel in one of the small boats. A young .woen and four men, survivors of a steamer wreck, are res cued from a sprafl boat. The deserters are sighted, >'nt Wolf stands away and leaves the>-.\ to drown. Maude Brewster, the resev/-\t girl, begins to realize her danger t»i the hands of Wolf. Van Wey den ren fees that he loves Maude. Wolf's brotiieif Death Larsen, cone3 on the seal ing grounds tn the steam sealer Mace donia. “hogs" the sea. and Wolf captures Several of his boats. The Ghost runs away in a fog. Wolf furnishes liquor to the prisoners. He attacks Maude. Van Weyden attempts to kill him and fails. Wolf is suddenly stricken helpless by the return of a blinding head trouble, and with all hands drunk and asleep Van Weyden and Maude escape in a small boat together. They land on Endeavor leland. CHAPTER XXV—Continued. "Oh," was all she replied; but I could have sworn there was a note of disappointment in her voice. But “my woman, my mate" kept ringing in my head for the rest of the day and for many days. Yet never did it ring more loudly than that night, as I watched her draw back the blanket of moss from the coals, blow up the frre, and cook the evening meal. It must have been latent sav agery stirring In me, for the old words, so bound up with the roots of the race, to grip me and thrill me. And grip and thrill they did, till 1 fell asleep, murmuring them to myself over and over again. It was a dark and evil-appearing tiling, that but, not fit for aught better than swine in a civilized land; but for us, who had known the misery of the open boat, it was a snug little habita tion. Following the housewarming, ■which was accomplished by means of Beal-oil and a wick made from cotton calking, came the hunting for our win ter's meat and the building of the second hut. It was a simple affair, now, to go forth in the morning and return by noon with a boatload of seals. And then, while I worked at building the hut, Maud tried out the oil from the blubber and kept a slow fire under the frames of meat. I had hea-rd of jerking beef on the plains, and our seal meat, cut in thin strips and hung in the smoke, cured excel lently. The second hut was easier to erect, for I built it against the first, and only three walls were required. But it was work, hard work, all of it. Maud and 1 worked from dawn till dark, to the limit of our strength, so that when night came we crawled stiffly to bed and slept the animal-like sleep of ex haustion. And yet Maud declared that she had never felt better or stronger in her life. *1 knew this was true of myself, but hers was such a lily strength that I feared she would break down. Often and often, her last re serve force gone, I have seen her stretched flat on her back on the sand In the way she had of resting and re cuperating. And then she would be up on her feet and toiling hard as ever. Where she obtained this strength was tb.e marvel to me. "Think of the long rest this winter," was her reply to my remonstrances. “Why, we’ll be clamorous for some thing to do.” We held a housewarming in my hut the night it was roofed It was a pleasant evening indeed, and we voted that as a social function on Endeavor island It had not yet been eclirsed. Our minds were at ease. Not only had we resigned our selves to the bitter winter, but we were prepared for it. The seals could depart on their mysterious journey Into tho south at any time, now, for all we cared; and the storms held no terror for us. Not only were we sure of being dry and warm and sheltered from the wind, but we had the softest and most luxurious mattresses that could be made from moss. This had been Maud's idea, and she had herself jealously gathered all the moss. This was to bo my first night on the mat tress, and I knew I should sleep the sweeter because she had made it. As she rose to go she turned to me with tho whimsical way she had, and said: "Something is going to happen—is happening, for that matter. 1 feel it. Something is coming here, to us. It is coming now. I don't know what, but 3t is coming. ’ "Good or bad?" I asked. She shook her head. ‘T don't know, but it is there, somewhere." She pointed in the direction of the sea and wind. "It's a lee shore," I laughed, “and I am sure I'd rather be here than ar riving, a night like this." "You are not frightened?” I asked as 1 stepped to open the door for her. Her eyes looked bravely into mine. "And you feel well? perfectly well?” “Never better,” was her answer. We talked a little longer before she went. "Good night, Maud," I said. “Good night, Humphrey," she said. This use of our given names had come quite as a matter of course, and was as unpremeditated as it was nat ural. In that moment I could have put my arms around her and drawn her to me. I should certainly have done so out in that world to which we belonged. As it was. the situation stopped there in the only way it could; but I was left alone m my little hut, glowing warmly through and through with a pleasant satisfaction; and I knew that a tie, or a tacit something, existed between us which had not ex isted before. CHAPTER XXVI. 1 awoke, oppressed by a mysterious sensation. There seemed something missing in my environment. But the mystery and oppressiveness vanished after the first few seconds of waking, when I identified the missing some It Was the Ghost. tiling as the wind. When 1 had dressed and opened the door. I heard the waves still lapping on the beach, garrulously attesting the fury of the night. I had slept late, and I stepped outside with sudden energy, bent upon making up lost time as befitted a dweller on Endeavor island. And when outside, I stopped short. 1 believed my eyes without question, and yet I was for the moment stunned by what they disclosed to me. There, on the beach, not fifty feet away, bow on, dismasted, was a black-hulled ves sel. Masts and booms, tangled with shrouds, sheets, and rent canvas, were rubbing gently alongside. I could have' rubbed my eyes as I looked. There was the home-made galley we had built, the familiar break of the poop, the low yacht-cabin scarcely rising above the rail. It was the Ghost. It came upon me suddenly, s strange, that nothing moved aboard. Wearied from the night of struggle and wreck, all hands were yet asleep. Maud and I might yet escape. I would call her and start. My hand was lift ed at her door to knock, when I recol lected the smallness of the island. We could never hide ourselves upon it. There was nothing for us but the wide raw ocean. I thought of our snug little huts, our supplies of meat and oil and moss and firewood, and I knew that W’o could never survive the wintry sea and the great storms which were to come. And then, in a flash, the better solu tion came to me. All hands were asleep. Why not creep aboard the Ghost—well I knew the way to Wolf Larsen’s bunk—and kill him in his sleep? After that—well, we would see. But with him (lead there was time and space in which to prepare to do other things; and besides, what ever new situation arose, it could not r possibly be worse than the present I one. My knife was at my hip. I returned i to my hut for the shotgun, made sure it was loaded, and went down to the Ghost. With some difficulty, and at the expense of a wetting to the waist, I climbed aboard. The forecastle scut tle was open. X paused to listen for the breathing of the men, but there was no breathing. I cautiously de scended the ladder. The place had the empty and musty feel and smell usual to a dwelling no longer inhab j ited. Everywhere was a thick litter . of the worthless forecastle dunnage ! of a long voyage. I noted that the boats were missing. The steerage told the same tale as the forecastle. The hunters had packed their belong ings with similar haste. The Ghost was deserted. lne reaction from my fear, and the knowledge that the terrible deed I had come to do was no longer neces sary, made me boyish and eager. I sprang up the break of the poop, and saw—Wolf Larsen. What of my im petus and the stunning surprise, I clattered three or four steps along the deck before I could stop myself. He was standing in the companionway, only his head and shoulders visible, gtafing straight at me. His arms were j resting on the half-open slide. He i made no movement whatever—simply i stood there, staring at me. | I began to .remble. The old stom j ach sickness clutched me. I put one hand on the edge of the house to steady myself. My lips seemed sud denly dry and I moistened them against the need of speech. Nor did I for an instant take my eyes off him. Neither of us spoke. There was some thing ominous in his silence, his im mobility. All my old fear of him re turned and by new fear was increased a hundred fold. And still we stood, the pair of us, staring at each other. I was aware of the demand for ac tion, and, my old helplessness strong upon me, I was waiting for him to take the initiative. Then, as the mo ments went by, it was at last im pressed upon me that I was there, not to have Wolf Larsen take the initia tive, but to take it myself. I cocked both barrels and leveled the shotgun at him. Had he moved, attempted to drop down the compan ionway, I know I would have shot him. But he stood motionless and ; staring as before. And as I faced , him, with leveled gun shaking in my hands, I had time to note the worn and haggard appearance of his face. It was as if some strong anxiety had wasted it. The cheeks were sunken, ! and there was a wearied, puckered expression on the brow. And it seemed to me that his eyes were strange, not only the expression, but the physical seeming, as though the optic nerves and supporting muscles had suffered strain and slightly twist ed the eyeballs. All this I saw, and my brain now working rapidly, 1 thought a thousand thoughts: and yet I could not pull the triggers. I lowered the gun and stepped to the corner of the cabin, primarily to relieve the tension on my nerves and to make a new start, and incidentally to be closer. Again 1 1 raised the gun. He was almost at arm's length. There was no hope for him. I was resolved. There was no possible chance of missing him, no matter how poor my marksmanship. And yet I wrestled with myself and could not pull the triggers. "Well?” he demanded impatiently. I strove vainly to force my fingers down on the triggers, and vainly 1 strove to say something. "Why don’t you shoot?" he asked. I cleared my throat of a huskiness which prevented speech. "Hump," he said slowly, "you can’t do it. You are not exactly afraid. You are impotent. Your conventional morality is stronger than you. You are the slave to the opinions which have credence among the people you ! have known and have read about Their code has been drummed into your head from the time you lisped, and in spite of your philosophy, and of what I have taught you, it won’t let you kill an unarmed, unresisting man.’’ “I know it," I said hoarsely. "And you know that 1 would kill an unarmed man as readily as I would smoke a cigar,” he went on. "Y’ou know me for what I am—my worth in the world by your standard. You have called me snake, tiger, shark, monster, and Caliban. And yet, you little rag puppet, you little echoing mechanism, you are unable to kill me as you would a snake or a shark, be cause I have hands, feet, and a body shaped somewhat like yours. Bah! 1 had hoped better things of you, Hump." He stepped out of the companion way and came up to me. “Put down that gun. I want to ask you some Questions. I haven’t had a chance to look around yet. What place is this? How is the Ghost lying? How did you get here? Where’s Maud?—I beg your pardon. Miss Brewster—or should I say, ‘Mrs. Van Weyden’?" I had backed away from him, al most weeping at my inability to shoot him, but not fool enough to put down the gun. I hoped, desperately, that he might commit some hostile* act, at tempt to strike me or choke me; for in such way only I knew I could be stirred to shoot. "This is Endeavor island,” I said. “Never heard of it,” he broke in. "At least, that’s our name for it.” I amended. "Our?” he queried. "Who’s our?” "Miss Brewster and myself. And the Ghost is lying, as you can. see for yourself, bow on to the beach.” "There are seals here," he said. "They woke me up w-ith their barking, or I’d be sleeping yet. I heard them when 1 drove in last night. They were the first warning that I was on a lee shore. It’s a rookery, the kind of a thing I’ve hunted for years. Thanks to my brother Death, I’ve lighted on a fortune. It's a mint. What’s its bearings?” “Haven't tho least idea." I said. “Cut you ought to know quite closely. What were your last observations?” He smiled inscrutably, but did not answer. "Well, where’s all hands?” I asked. “How does it come that you are alone?” 1 was prepared for him again to set aside my question, and was sur prised at the readiness of his reply. “My brother got me inside forty eight hours, and through no fault of mine. Hoarded me in the night with only the watch on deck. Hunters went back on me. He gave them a bigger lay. Heard him offering it. Did it right before me. Of course the crew gave me the go-by. That was to be expected. All hands went over the side, and there I was, marooned on my own vessel. It was Death's turn, and it's all in the family anyway.” “Rut how did you lose the masts?*' I asked. “Walk over and examine those lan yards,” he said, pointing to where the mizzen rigging should have been. “They have been cut with a knife!” I exclaimed. "Not quite,” he laughed. "It was a neater job. Look again.” I looked. The lanyards had been al most severed, with just enough left to hold the shrouds till some severe strain should be put upon them. "Cooky did that,” he laughed again. “1 know, though 1 didn't spot him at it. Kind of evened up the score a bit.” "Good for Mugridge!” I cried. "Yes, that’s what I thought when everything went over the side. Only 1 said it on the other side of my mouth.” "But what were you doing while all this was going on?” 1 &sked. "My best, you may ue sure, which wasn’t much under the circum stances.” I turned to re-exnmtae Thomas Mugridge’s work. "1 guess I’ll sit down and take the sunshine.” I heard Wolf larsen say ing. There was a hint, just a slight hint, of physical feebleness in his voice, and it was so strange that 1 looked quickly at him. His hand was sweep ing nervously across his face, as though he were brushing away cob webs. I was puzzled. The whole thing was so unlike the Wolf Larsen I had known. "How are your headaches?” I asked. "They still trouble me," was his an swer. “I think I have one coming on now.” He slipped down from his sitting posture till he lay on the dec£. Then he rolled over on his side, fcis head resting on the biceps of th# undei arm, the forearm shielding his eyes from the sun. I stood regarding him wonderingly. i .now s your cnance, Hump, he said. “I don't understand,” I tied, for I thoroughly understood. "Oh, nothing,” he added softly, as if he were drowsing; “only yuu’ve got me where you want me.” “No, 1 haven’t,” I retorted; “for 1 want you a few thousand miles away from here.” He chuckled, and thereafter spoke no more. He did not stir as 1 passed by him and went down into the cabin. 1 lifted the trap in the iloor, but for some moments gazed dubiously into the darkness of the lazaretto beneath. I hesitated to descend. What if his lying down were a ruse? Pretty, in deed, to bo caught there like a rat. I crept softly up the companionway and peeped at him. He was lying as I had left him. Again 1 went be low; but before 1 dropped into the lazaretto 1 took the precaution of cast ing down the door in advance. At least there would be no lid to the trap. But it was all needless. I regained the cabin with a atore of jams, sea biscuits. canned meats, and such things—all I could carry—and re placed the trap doer. (TO BF, CONTINUED.) Contrary. Mrs. Closefist—Let’s stroll down the boardwalk and visit the shops. Mr. Closefist—Why—er—don't you think the sun makes these boards too hot? Mrs. Closefist—Net so hot but that you get cold feet when I want to shop. AMBER RICH IN LEGENDS Except for Decorative Purposes, How ever, It Is No Use in World’s Economy. Amber, used for pipe stems, is a sub stance that has disappointed countless ages. The ancients believed it pos sessed a soul. There have been many legends connected with it, and it was supposed to have mysterious proper ties, but nothing has come of it all. It merely has a sort of negative elec tricity which is developed when a piece of the substance is rubbed, but that is all. It is the same property which the fur of a cat possesses when you rub it the wrong way on a cold day. A rubber comb passed over a hu man’s hair, especially on a cold, dry day, develops the same amount of elec tricity. Beyond being ornamental, a tort of semiprecious stone, as it were, it has been of no use to the world, •ays a writer in an exchange. The old Greeks believed it came from the tears of the sisters of Phae ton. who wept into the sea, and their tears were petrified into amber. How ever, modern science declares it is the I fossilized gum of trees of past epochs j The most important beds are on the : Prussian coast of the Baltic sea. There are mines near the coast, and * the amber often is picked up on the coast, especially after heavy storms. | It is also collected from masses of sea weed. It is found, however, on every i continent. In America much of it is j found on the coasts of Maryland and Massachusetts. The bright yellow is highly prized in Europe, but the clouded, whitish yellow is favored among the Orientals and in America. Resignation. Mrs. B.—Is Lent a season of rest with your husband? Mrs. W.—Indeed it is, my dear, I make him accompany me to church ev ery day, and he never fails to go to sleep during the service. Work. Work touches the keys of endless activity, opens the infinite and stands awestruck before the immensity of what there is to do.—Phillips Brooks. PAID FOR HIS OFFICIOUSNESS Display of a “Little, Brief Authority” Cost the Good Citizen Just One Five-Dollar Bill. A few days ago an officious gentle man. who is a member of one of the pestiferous property owners' associa tions over in Queens, was walking by a home near where he lives when he heard sounds of a domestic quarrel within. "Officer,” he exclaimed excit edly, when he found a uniformed rep resentative of the law, “enter at once and stop that disturbance. This is a respectable neighborhood.” "I have no power to enter a home,” said the officer. “You’ll have to get a warrant or a summons.” "Nothing of the kind,” exclaimed the irate citizen, swelling with importance. “I order you to stop that trouble. I guess you don’t know who I am. I am the vice chairman of the Property Owners’ as sociation. You’ll stop that trouble or I’ll report you.” Still the policeman was not impressed and the citizen plucked out a notebook and proceeded to take down the cop’s number. “Now, if you're finished,” said the policeman, “I’ll do a little writing myself. Hera is a summons for you to appear in court for having with you a dog that is unleashed, unmuzzled and unlicensed.” It cost the good citizen just $5 when he got before the judge.—New York Correspondence Pittsburgh Dispatch. After the War. Somebody reports having seen late ly in the Bois de Boulogne (a sad sort of place in these days and little fre quented) the Beau Brummel of box ers, George Carpentler. He was wear ing his uniform of dark blue with the emblem of the French flying corps on his sleeve, and he was walking with another soldier on Brief leave like him self. The person who encountered the famous George learned from Carpen tier’s own lips that he expected after the war to give up boxing and devote himself to aviation and—moving pic tures. A French paper chronicles this important bit of news, but feels bound to add that the hero’s intentions re main for the present intentions only. For where is the man who can sty what he will do after this war? _ In Woman’s Realm Frock of Taffeta Should by All Weans Be Included in the Outfit of the Girl Graduate—Dainty Touches That May 3e Achieved by the Proper Selection of Pretty and Appropriate Neckwear, oi Which There is Plenty. Outfitting tbo girl graduate for the closing of her school days and for her summertime occupations will certainly include providing her with one pretty frock of taffeta. There is no end to the variety in dresses of this kind, but among them all none more suited to a young girl could be found than the simple, cool-looking and graceful model which is shown in the picture. The straight-hanging skirt is merely four lengths of the silk stitched to gether and hemmed. It is gathered with a narrow waistband. Two bands of taffeta, about four inches wide, are cut on the straight of the goods and I side turned oat. and afterward they are turned down so that only one edge is sewed to the skirt; the lower edge is free. They serve to hold the skirt out from the figure, as fashion demands, as well as to ornament it. To add the charm of daintiness to the toilette, or to make a plain blouse or dress more attractive, or merely to provide a careful and pretty finish, is the mission of neckwear. Colored organdies in light tones and tints are used in conjunction with white in borders and frills. For little capes like that showm in the picture both white and colored or PRETTY FROCK OF TAFFETA. edged with a narrow ruffle of the silk. This edging is set on to the band with a small piping and is cut on the bias of the silk. A plain underbodice of chiffon or crepe has long easy-fitting coat sleeves. The skeleton overbodice is narrowed at the back and front ex cept about the waistline, where the back is joined to the front pieces. It blouses a little and is fulled into the belt at the front. There is a wide crushed girdle of the silk, and a gandies are used. These capes prove I to be gems as accessories. Demure j and quiet looking as they are, they sue- I ceed in focusing attention on them- | selves and are to be worn for outdoor | dress as well as in the house. They i are larger than the capes and cape collars similar in style but not in tended for street wear. Plain borders and hemstitching or plaited frills and hemstitching finish them. Ruffs are made of malines for wear with tailored or silk suits and often ONE OF THE NEWEST CAPES. sash with two short standing loops and two rounded ends is made of it also. It conceals the fastening of the girdle at the left side. A net collar, edged with a narrow plaited frill of double net, is extended at the front to the waistline, forming an edging for the fronts of the over bodice. Very wide cuffs of the net are made to match the collar and ex tend a little way over the hand. The skirt is a little shorter than ankle length. The bands are machine stitched to the 6kirt with their under of the same color as the suit or a com bination of two colors. Here again narrow side-plaitings give the malines the requisite body. The plaitings are sewed to a band»f najrow ribbon Just long enough to reach about the neck. A small ribbon bow and a little noso gay of flowers conceal the fastening of the ruff, or the flowers are some times mounted at the side, the run fastening with ribbon ties at the front. Smart Accessories. Nothing will give the street cos tume such compelling smartness as new boots, new gloves and a new veil. Even last year’s tailleur will pass mus ter if correctly equipped with modish accessories. Not not wait for warm enough weather to make pumps com fortable and safe; invest this month In the smartest pair of buttoned boots you can find. They will give incalcul able style to your street costume. You will need fresh gloves also of glazed kid in bisque or white, and your veil will be, preferably taupe colored, of very fine, transparent hexagon or lat tice mesh, with a dainty hand-run leaf pattern or infinitesimal dot scattered over the surface. To Restore Woolens and Furs. Make large bags of unbleached mus lin with drawstrings at top and bot. tom. 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Why not put your experience and knowledge to some good use? Boys must be kept busy, mentally and physically. If the right sort of em ployment is not forthcoming, they are likely to select the wrong amusements. Why not, with your past experience, try to help them along? You could not be engaged in a better wTork. Being a “big brother" to some younger fellow pays better dividends than you have ever realized. When a boy knows that you take an interest in helping him for his own sake, he is quick to respond, and to start one boy in the right direction is worth all the trouble in the world.— Chicago American. The German standard of light meas urement is but nine-tenths that of the international candle power. GLASS OF WATER Upset Her. People who don’t know about food should never be allowed to feed per sons with weak stomachs. Sometime ago a young woman who lives in Me. had an attack of scarlet fever, and when convalescing was per mitted to eat anything she wanted. 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Considering that I could stand only a short time, and that a glass of water seemed ‘so heavy,’ I am fully satisfied that Grape-Nuts has been everything to me and that my return to health is due to It I have told several friends having nervous or stomach trouble what Grape-Nuts did for me and in every case they speak highly of the food ’’ “There’s a Reason.” Name given by Postum Co., Battle Creek. Mich. Ever rea«l the above letter? A new •ne appear* from time m time. They •re irinuluc, true, and full of human Interest.