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gy: __ ;| JACK^tONDOA)----*^^: ■•■"'-■■■ ■ ~ amxwiaHr to jack lonpon~ CHAPTER XXXI—Continued. —22— “Feigning again?" I demanded an grily. He shook his head, his stern mouth shaping the strangest, twisted smile. It wras indeed a twisted smile, for It was on the left side only, the facial muscles of the right side moving not at all. "That was the last play of the Wolf.” he said. "I am paralyzed. I shall never walk, again. Oh. only on the other side," he added, as though divin ing the suspicious glance I flung at his left leg, the knee of which had just then drawn up and elevated the blank ets. “It’s unfortunate,” he continued. "I’d liked to hafe done for you first, Hump. And 1 tttought I had that much left in me.” “But how can you account for it?” I asked. "'Where is the seat of your trouble?” "’The brftin," he said at once. "It was those cursed headaches brought It on.” "Symptoms,” I said. . He nodded his head. "There is no accounting for It. 1 was never sick In my life. Something’s gone wrong with my brain. A cancer, a tumor, or something of tfat nature—a thing that devours and destroys. It's attack ing my nerve centers, eating them up. bit by bit. ceil by cell—from the pain.” "The motor .".enter*, too.” I sug gested. 't>o it would seem, and the curse of it is that I must lie here, conscious, mentally unimpaired, knowing that the lines are gcitig down, breaking bit by bit communliation with the world. I cannot see, htafing and feeling are leaving me, at this rate I shall soon cease to speak; yst all the time I shall be here, alive, Active and powerless." “When you soy you are here. I'd suggest the likelihood of the soul,” i said. "Bosh!" was RIs retort. "It simply means that in the attack on my brain the higher psychical centers are un touched. I can rsmember, I can think and reason. When that goes, I go. 1 am not. The soul?” He broke out in mocking laughter, then turned.his left ear to the pillow as a sign that he wished no further conversation. Maud and I went about our work oppressed by the fearful fate which had overtaken him—how fearful we were yet fully to reahze. There was the awfulness of retribution about it . Our thoughts were deep and solemn, and we 'Spoke to each other scarcely above whispers. “You might remove the handcuffs." he said that night, as we stood in con sultutioa over him. "It's dead safe 1 m a paralytic now. The next thing to watch out for Is bed sores.” He smiled his twisted smile and Mahd, her eyes wide with horror, was compelled to turn away her head. 'Do you know that your smile is crooked? I asked him; for I knew that she must attend him. and I wished to save her as much as possible. "Then I shaii smile no more.” he 3aid calmly. "I thought something was wrong. My right cheek has been numb all day. \es, and I've had warn ings of this for the last three days; by spells, my right side seemed going to sleep, sometimes arm or band, sometimes leg or foot." "So my smile le crooked?" he quer ied a short while after. “Well, con sider henceforth that I smile inter nally, with my soul, if you please, my soul. Consider that I am smiling now.” And for the space of several min utes he lay there, quiet, indulging his grotesque fancy. The man of him was not changed. It was the oid. indomitable, terrible Wolf Larsen, imprisoned somewhere within that flesh which had once been bo invincible t*nd splendid. Now it bound him with insentient fetters, v,-ailing his son] in darkness and si lence, blocking it from the world which to him had been a riot of ac tion. No more would he conjugate the verb "to do” in every mood and tense. "To be” was all that remained to him —to be. as he had defied death, with out movement; to will, but not to ex ecute; to think and reason and in the spirit of him to be as alive as ever, but in the flesh to be dead, quite dead! And yet, though 1 even removed the handcuffs, we could not adjust our selves to his condition. Our minds revolted. To ub he was full of poten tiality. We knew not what to expect of him next, what fearful thing, rising above the flesh, he might break out and do. Our experience warranted this state of mind, and we went about our work with anxiety always upon us. I had solved the problem which had arisen through the shortness of the shears. It was the morning of the third day that I swung the foremast from the deck and proceeded to square its butt to fit the step. Here I was especially awkward. 1 sawed and chopped and chiseled the weathered wood till it had the appearance of hav ing been gnawed by some gigantic mouse. But it fitted. "It will work, I know it will wTork." I cried. “Do you know Doctor Jordan’s final test of truth?” Maud asked. I shook my head and paused in the act of dislodging the shavings which had drifted down my neck. “‘Can we make it work? Can we trust our lives to it?' is the test.” "He is a favorite of yours,” I said. "When I dismantled my old Pan theon and cast out Napoleon and Caesar and their fellows, I straightway erected a new Pantheon,” she an swered gravely, “and the first I in stalled was Doctor Jordan.” “A modern hero." “And a greater because modern.”', she added. ‘How can the Old World heroes compare with ours!” I shook my head. We were too much alike in many things for argu ment. Our point of view and out look on life at least were very like. “For a pair of critics we agree fa mously." I laughed. “And as shipwright and able assist ant,” she laughed back. But there was little time for laugh ter in those days, what of our heavy work and of the awfulness of Wolf Larsen's living death. He had received another stroke. He had lost his voice, or he was losing it He had only intermittent use of it. As he phrased it, the wires were like the etock market, now up. now down. Oc casionally the wires were up and he spoke as well as ever, though slowly and heavily. Then speech would sud denly desert him, in the middle of a sentence perhaps, and for hours, some , times, we would wait for the connec While I toiled at Rigging the Fore mast Maud Sewed on Canvas. tion to be reestablished. He com plained of great pain in his head, and it \va3 during this period that he ar ranged a system of communication against the time when speech should leave him altogether—one pressure of the hand for "yes," two for “no.” It was well that it was arranged, for by evening his voice had gone from him By hand pressures, after that, he an swered our questions, and when he wished to speak he scrawled his thoughts with his left hand, quite leg ibly, on a sheet of paper. The fierce winter had now descend ed upon us. Gale followed gale, with snow and sleet and rain. The seals had started on their great southern migration, and the rookery was prac tically deserted. I worked feverishly. In spite of the bad weather, and of the wind which especially hindered me, 1 was on deck from daylight till dark and made substantial progress. 1 profited by my lesson learned through raising the shears and th<m climbing them to attach the guys. To the top of the foremast, which was just lifted conveniently from the deck. I attached the rigging, Btays and throat and peak halyards. As usual. I had underrated the amount of work involvod in this portion of the task, and two long days were necessary to complete it. And there was so much yet to be done—the sails, for instance, which practically had to be made over. While I toiled at rigging the fore mast, Maud sewed on canvas, ready always to drop everything and come to my assistance when more hands than two were required. The canvas was heavy and hard, and she sewed with the regular sailor's palm and three-cornered sail-needle. Her hands were soon sadly blistered, but she struggled bravely on, and in addition doing the cooking and taking care of the sick man. "A hg for superstition." I said on Friday morning. "That mast goes in today." Everything was ready for the at tempt. Carrying the boom-tackle to the windlass, I hoisted the mast near ly clear of the deck. Making this tackle fast, I took to the windlass the shears-tackle (which was connected with the end of the boom) and with a few turns had the mast perpendicular and clear. Maud clapped her hands the instant she was relieved from holding the turn, crying: "It works! It works! We’ll trust our lives to it!" Then she assumed a rueful expres sion. "It’s not over the hole,” she said. "Will you have to begin all over?” I smiled in superior fashion, and slacking away on the boom-tackle, I brought the butt of the mast into posi tion directly over the hole in the deck. Then 1 gave Maud careful instructions for lowering away and went into tha hold to the step on the schooner's bottom. I called to her^and the mast moved easily and accurately. Square fitted into square. The mast was stepped. I raised a shout, and she ran down to see. In the yellow lantern light we peered at what we had accom plished. We looked at each other, and our hands felt their way and clasped. The eyes of both of us, I think, were moist with the joy of suc cess. "It was done so easily after all," 1 remarked. “All the work was in the preparation.” "And all the wonder in the comple tion." Maud added. “I can scarcely bring myself to realize that that great mast is really up and in; that you have lifted it from the water, swung it through the air, and deposited it here where it belongs. It is a Titan's task.” • "And they made themselves many inventions," 1 began morrily, then paused to sniff the air. I looked hastily at the lantern. It was not smoking. Again I sniffed. "Something is burning," Maud said, with sudden conviction. We sprang together for the ladder, but I raced past her to the deck. A dense volume of smoke was pouring out the steerage companionway. “The Wolf is not yet dead." I mut tered to myself as I sprang down through the smoke. The source of the smoke must be very close to Wolf Larsen—my mind was made up to this, and 1 went straight to his bunk. As 1 felt about among his blankets, something hot fell on the back of my hand. It burned me. and I jerked my hand away. Then I understood. Through the cracks in the bottom of the upper bunk he had set fire to the mattress. He still retained sufficient use of his left arm to do this. The damp straw of the mattress, tired from beneath and de nied air, had been smouldering all the while. As I dragged the mattress out of the bunk it seemed to disintegrate in mid-air, at tije same time bursting into llames. 1 beat out the burning remnants of straw in the bunk, then made a dash for the deck for fresh air. Several buckets of water sufficed to put out the burning mattress in the middle of the steerage floor; and ten minutes later, when the smoke had fairly cleared. 1 allowed Maud to come below. Wolf Larsen was unconscious, but it was a matter of minutes for the fresh air to restore him. We were working over him, however, when he sighed for paper and pencil. “Pray do not interrupt me," he wrote. “I am smiling.” "I am still a bit of the ferment, you see," he wrote a little later. “I am glad you are as small a bit as you are," I said. "Thank you,” he wrote. "But just think of how much smaller 1 shall be before I die." "And yet 1 am all here, Hump," he wrote with a final flourish. "1 can think more clearly than ever in my life before. Nothing to disturb me. Concentration is perfect. I am all here and more than here." It was like a message from the night of the grave; for this man’s body had become his mausoleum. And there, in so strange sepulture, his spirit fluttered and li^ed. It would flutter and live till the last line of communication was broken, and alter that who was to say how much longer it might continue to flutter and llv®? CHAPTER XXXII. "I think my left side is going," Woir Larsen wrote, the morning after his attempt to fire the ship. “The numb ness is growing. I can hardly move my hand. You will have to speak louder. The last lines are going down." "Are you in pain?" I asked. I was compelled to repeat my ques tion loudly before he answered. "Not all the time." The left hand stumbled slowly and painfully across the paper, and it was with extreme difficulty that we de I Dragged the Mattress Cut of the Bunk. ciphered the scrawl. It was like a "spirit message,’’ such as are deliv ered at seances of spiritualists for a dollar admission. "But I am still here, all here,” the hand scrawled more slowly and pain fully than ever. The pencil dropped, and we had to replace it in the hand. "When there is no pain I have per fect peace and quiet. ' I have never thought so clearly. 1 can ponder life and death like a Hindu sage.” "And immortality?” Maud queried loudly in the ear. Three times the hand essayed to write but fumbled hopelessly. The pencil fell. In vain we tried to re place it. The fingers could not close ; on it. Then Maud pressed and held ! the lingers about the pencil with her own hand, and the hand wrote, in large letters, and so slowly that the minutes ticked off to each letter: “B-O-S-H.” It was Wolf Larsen's last word, "bosh," skeptical and invincible to the end. The arm and hand relaxed. The trunk of the body moved slightly. Then there was no movement. Maud released the hand. The Augers spread slightly, falling apart of their own weight, and the pencil rolled away. "Do you still hear?” I shouted, hold ing the Angers and waiting for the single pressure which would signify "Yes.” There was no response. The hand was dead. "I noticed the lips slightly move,” Maud said. 1 repeated the question. The lips moved. She placed the tips of her Angers on them. Again I repeated the question. •‘Yes,” Maud announced. We looked at each other expectantly. "What good is it?’’ I asked. “What oau we say now’”’ "Oh, ask him—” She hesitated. “Ask him something that requires ‘uo’ for an answer,” I suggested. "Then we will know with certainty.” ’’Are you hungry?" she cried. The lips moved under her fingers, and she answered, ’Yes." “Will you have some beef?” was her next query. "No,” she announced. “Beef-tea?” “Yes, he will have some beef-tea,” she said quietly, looking up at me. "Until his hearing goes we shall be able to communicate with him. And after that—” She looked at me queerly. I saw her lips trembling and the tears swim ming up in her eyes. She 3wayed toward me and I caught her in my arms. "Oh, Humphrey,” she sobbed, “when will it all end? I am so tired, so tired.” She buried her head on my shoul der, her frail form shaken with a storm of weeping. She was like a feather in my arms, so slender, so ethereal. "She has broken down at last.” I thought. “What can I do without her help?” But I soothed and comforted her. till she pulled herself bravely together and recuperated mentally as quickly as she was wont to do physically. • "1 ought to be ashamed of my self,” she said. Then added, with the whimsical smile 1 adored, “but I am only one small woman.” (TO EE CONTINUED.) LAKES SWALLOWED BY SAND v'alleys of Northwestern Nevada Have in the Past Absorbed Immense Volumes of Water. The large prehistoric lake which Hooded a number of the valleys of northwestern Nevada at a very recent geologic date, but has now passed tway, was named Lake Lahontan, in sonor of Baron La Hontan, one of the early explorers of the headwaters pf the Mississippi. The lake covered Approximately 8,400 square miles at its greatest expansion, and in its deepest part, the present site of Pyramid lake, it was at least 880 feet deep—that is, its surface stood approximately 000 feet above the present water surface pf Pyramid lake. The ancient lake had no outlet except the one that led Itraight up, Its waters being dissipat- J Ad entirely by evaporation a large prea a few miles north of Winnemuc pa is covered with sand-dunes formed lince the disappearance of Lake La tontan. The dunes are fully seventy |ve feet thick, and their steeper slopes are ou the east side, thus indicating that the whole vast field of sand is slowly traveling eastward. This prog ress has necessitated a number of changes in the roads in the southern part of Little Humboldt valley during recent years. In some places in this region the telegraph poles have been buried so deeply that they have had to be spliced in order to keep the wires above the crests of the dunes. The sand is of a light creamy-yellow color and forms beautifully curved ridges and waves that are covered with a fretwork of wind ripples, and many of these ridges are marked in the most curious manner by the footprints of animals, which form strange hiero glyphics that are sometimes difficult to translate. Didn’t Want to Overdo It. 'Tse gwine to a sprize party to night, Miss Sally.” “What will you take for a present?" ."Well, we didn’t cal-late on talcin’ no present. Yo’ see, we didn’t want to sprize ’em too much.”—Farming Business. EASY TO DETECT THE LIAR Scientific Tests Have Shown How Plainly a Deviator From the Truth May Be Distinguished. When a man is telling a lie he breathes differently from when he is telling the truth. The difference was discovered by means of some tests made upon his students by Professor Benussl of Italy. He prepared cards bearing letters, figures and diagrams and distributed these among his pupils. These were required to describe the cards cor rectly, except in certain cases when the cards were marked with a red star, and the students receiving them were required to describe them falsely. Each student was watched carefully by his fellows, who, ignorant of the nature of the card, tried to judge from his manner whether he was telling the truth or not. The watchers were un able to judge with any certainty. Under the direction of Professor Benussi the time occupied in Inspira tion and expiration was measured. and the measurement wag taken again immediately after he finished. It was found that the utterance of a false j statement always increased and the \ utterance of a true statement always diminished the quotient obtained by dividing the time of inspiration by the time of expiration. Dr. Anton Rose, commenting on these results, remarks that the dis covery furnishes a certain criterion between truth and falsehood. For even a clever liar is likely to fail in an attempt to escape detection by breathing irregularly, Professor Be nussi having discovered that men are unable voluntarily to change their res piration so as to affect the result. Close to the Truth. A friend came to visit us one eve ning and became much attached to my little niece, who is three years old. She was asked: “How would you like to visit me some time, dear? I live in a big boarding house." The child replied quickly: “Oh, I know what that is. You sit alone in one room and eat in the basement "— Exchange. THE EUROPEAN WAR A YEAR AGO THIS WEEK June 5, 1915. French made important gains north of Arras and in Labyrinth, and retook Souchez sugar refinery. Left wing of Austro-Germans threatening Lemberg checked by Russians. Fierce battle on Isonzo at Tol mino. German Taube bombed Calais. June 6, 1915. French made further big gains DUt were repulsed on Lorette slopes. Austrians defended Tolmino des perately. Italians failed to cross Isonzo near Sagrado. Zeppelin raided east coast of England; 24 killed. June 7, 1915. Germans lost more ground to the French at Neuville-3t. Vaast and the Labyrinth. Teutons crossed the Dniester. Italians made general advance across the Isonzo from Caporetto to the sea. Austrians retook Freikofel from Italians. Turks beat allies near Sedd-ul Bahr. Sub. Lieut. Warneford destroyed Zeppolin in duel 6,000 feet in air. Italian dirigible bombarded Pola. . _ y *' June 8, 1915. French made advances south of Arras and in the Labyrinth. Teutons pushed back Russians in East Galicia. Secretary of State Bryan re signed, disapproving president's policy toward Germany. German submarine sank six more vessels. Austrian aeroplane bombarded Venice. June 9, 1915. French gained at Neuville-St. Vaast and the Forest of Le Pretre. Austro-Germans took Stanislau. Italians captured Monfalcone. Allies landed more troops at Sedd-ul-Bahr, Gallipoli. Second American Lusitania note sent to Germany. British destroyed German subma rine. German submarine sank British steamer Lady Salisbury. June 10, 1915. Germans took French trenches near Souain and Les Mesnil. Russians forced Germans to re treat in Baltic provinces and ad vanced in Galicia. Teutons in Bukowina crossed the Pruth. Italians occupied Podestagno, north of Cortina. Two British torpedo boats and many other vessels sunk by Ger man submarines. Germany insisted the W. P. Frye case go before a prize court. June 11, 1915. Russians defeated Macken*sen’s army and hurled Linsingen's army across the Dniester. Italians took Ploeken. Fierce fighting for Goritz and along the Isonzo. Severe fighting near Maidos, Gal lipoli. Garua, German West Africa, sur rendered to Anglo-French force. Turkish cruiser Miduliu sank Russian destroyer in Biack sea. WORTH KNOWING Children from sanitary homes ad vance more rapidly in school than those from dirty premises. Quicksilver is 13% times heavier than water. Every square mile of sea is esti mated to contain about 120,000,000 fish. The 12 countries having the least blindness are as follows: Belgium (before the war) had 43 blind persona to every 100,000 of the population; Canada, 44; Netherlands, 46; Saxony 47; New Zealand, 47; Western Ans tralia, 50; Hongkong, 51; Prussia, 52; Denmark, 52; Germany, 00; New South Wales, 60, and the United States, 62. Except that of China, San Marine J has the longest national hymn. Extensive asphalt beds have been j uncovered in Honduras. The United States public health service has trapped 615,744 rodents it New Orleans in the past 18 months. The failure of the mortality rates of measles and whooping cougli to show a reduction during the last IE years is due to the fact that they are highly communicable in their early stage, when diagnosis is most difficult An induction balance has been de vised for the purpose of locating buried shells in the soil of the former battlefield, so that the farmer may gc over it safely with the plow. Educational Scheme. "I’m in favor of this proposition tc have graphophones in the public schools.” “Are, eh?" “Yes, it will give the history a chance to repeat itself."—Louisville Courier-Journal. Undaunted. X “The local police department states that it is not prepared to make thumb print tests.” “What’s to be done?" “Oh, it is still prepared to deduce." t>. MW?/ GRAHAM BONNER ^ o» rxi »JT- jr . GNOME HAS PIG SCHOOL. j “A little Gnome named 'Snips’ : thought he would like to start a ! School. The Pupils he wanted were the Pigs. “So one fine day he v.ent to alf the Pigpens in the neighborhood aad I talked to the Mother and Daddy Pigs. “ ‘Now you know,' he said, 'you sure ly want your Children to know some thing besides how to dig in the mud.’ “ 'Well,' said Mrs. Fatty Pig (she was named that because she was the i fattest Pig in the country around), 'I don't know that I care whether my Children know anything or not. If they don't know anything, they don’t know they’re missing things—and I then they never have to worry or hur J ry or scurry.' “You see Mrs. Fatty Pig was so fat. I all she wanted to do was to lie around and eat and sleep. "So Snips asked Mrs. Fatty’s Pig's Husband what he thought about it, and all Mr. Fatty Pig did was to grunt | at everything Snips said. "But when he began to talk to a few of the younger Pigs they quite liked ! the idea of going to School each day, | and as the Mothers and Daddies didn’t mind at all one way or the other, the very next morning all the young Pigs arrived at Snips' School. “The Schoolhouse was an old Tree which had fallen down and which was TO"" I ! They All Sat Along the Sides of the T ree. j hollow. They all sat along the sides ! of the Tree with their slates of smooth j stones and their pencils of cut stones, ' which made white marks. I " ‘Now,’ said Snips, 'I have always | liked Pigs and I want to do all X can for you. You must surely come every ! morning to School, though, for every lesson will be most important, and I | don’t want to hear of any little Pig staying away unless he is too sick to walk. “ ’In the first place we are going to j learn what words mean and how to spell them. Now take your own fam ily name, for example. Pig—well that name is thought to mean by some People anyone who is greedy and grabs everything he can. Such a bad idea to get of your Family. 1 know it’s quite untrue, so we must make other People believe it’s untrue too. “ ‘You see so many of your Family are lazy. We don’t want to think what our Mothers and Daddies do is wrong —no, that wouldn't do. But your Mothers and Daddies were, brought up wrong by People. They were put into dirty pens, and they thought it was quite right to be dirty. " ‘So the next thing we must learn is to be nice and clean. Write down on your slates: "Pigs must not bo greedy,” and “We must be clean and wash our faces and our feet every day before School, and after play and before meals.’ “And when the Fairies heard that I Snips was holding School each day for the Pigs they were delighted Snips said that they would give an entertainment each month for the Fairies to see how the Pigs got along in school. 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When Uncle George Pence, cham pion teller of tales at the statehouse. was auditor of Bartholomew county some years ago, an old German in the neighborhood owed a school-fund mort gage of $80 and religiously came to the auditor's office at each interest-paying period to pay the small interest. The records showed that the old Ger man had owed the mortgage for more than thirty years, and he was rather well-to-do. One day, when he appeared to nay his interest. Auditor Pence asked him why he did not pay the $80 and stop paying interest. The old man said he had started to pay that mortgage three times in the last thirty years and that each time he had made up his mind to pay it and had started out to do it, one of his sons had died. ”1 am never going to pay it now.” he said, solemnly.—Indianapolis News. RED, ROUGH. PIMPLY SKIN Quickly Cleared by Cuticura Soap and Ointment. Trial Free. You may rely on these fragrant, super-creamy emollients to care for your skin, scalp, hair and hands. 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