I, THE KING By WAYLAND WELLS WILLIAMS. (Copyright, 1924.) (Continued from Yesterday.) When he woke he law faces peer ing In at the door. Two of them belonged to girls, not pretty, but al most; one of them wore white flowers ; In her hair. Kit gave an involuntary | spring toward his uniform; he was in t his underclothes, and his underclothes j for tho moment consisted of drawers, ; he having left his shirt in the dory. The girls laghed, and he sank back on tho bed. There must be no fool ishness about modesty. He was as well clothed as any of the native men he had seen. He dressed and, followed by the girls, went into the other room, where Masson had retired. He discovered him sitting on his bed, clad only In his trousers, his arm about the waist of a native girl, leering. "Oh, Lord, so we're in for that sort of thing,” muttered Kit, turning on his heel. He called Ktera and went forth on ! a walk of exploration. He told him j self he was looking for other white ! men’s dwellings, but was not de j reived. He inspected the lagoon; it seemed to be several miles long, nar rowing considerably at the northern end. The opposite, or western, side of the surrounding atoll was lower and thinner than the one he was on; it was a mere string of palm-fringed islets connected by stretches of hare coral sand. With a detached interest he noted the colors of the lagoon In the sunlight, its hues of amethyst, sapphire and emerald—as useless to him, under these conditions, as the jewels themselves would be. Returning to the coral path which stretched up and down the middle of the island, they walked northward for perhaps two miles. They passed through one or two tiny villages; peo ple came out and stared at them, fat brown women with babies at tho breast, men, mostly corpulent if over thirty, old crones with absurd leath ery breasts, small children sucking their fingers, mother-naked. Very few wore anything above the waist; one or two of the women wore old and bedraggled holokus, long-sleeved wrappers reaching to their ankles; x--- \ New York ••Day by Day ____'\ By O. O. McINTYRE. New York, Oct. 29.—Several times I have spoken of a young Broadway actor who wrote to me from behind the gloomy walls of a western prison His letters breathed a spirited courage and several friends also wrote to him. He was ambitious to write and was encouraged by the acceptance by magazine* of several stories. The warden was appealed to and took a special interest and despite three conviction* for forgery his sentence was shortened. A position on an eastern news paper was arranged for him. The editor only knew his past. He had every chance to begin life afresh and carve for himseelf an honorable career. The test of his sincerity was to come after his release. One day out of prison he began writing those who had written to him for money on the plea hi* father was desperately 111 In the east. Several wired him varying amounts. Hour weeks later he had left a trail of bad checks In Bos Angeles. And in a month and a day ho was hack again in the clutches of the law, but escaped on the way to trial. He will eventually go back to prison with the stiffest sentence he has ever received and deservedly so. His case carries the conviction that coddling In penitentiaries has been tried often and failed. So long as the rogue is enclosed In stone and steel he will promise anything. This young man’s pro fessions of reform were so earnest and convincing that every person to whom he wrote gave Implicit confidence His betrayal keeps many fellow prisoners from being helped. A great criminal hunter to whom I related the story of this young actor's past performances said: "A man with three convictions will rarely If ever go straight. He has had three chances and fumbled them. He is only waiting now to fumble another.” Coney Island had a new kind of hot "dog” this season. The "dog” is encased In dough and bak ed together. On the average at Coney 100,000 hot dogs are con sumed. Many of the hot dog con cessionaries make enough during the Coney season to live In com fort the rest of the year. My experience with the “hot dog” has been anything but plea ant. Years ago at Coney I forti fied myself with three and fell asleep on the train coming home. A pickpocket got my watch and purse and I awakened with an at tack of Indigestion that kept me to my bed for three days. The purse by the way carried the only picture of my mother I had. I advertised for It In all news paper* asking the thief to return it and even offered to pay a re ward. Several years later from Sing Sing he wrote he had pawned the purse in a Bowery pawn shop. I recovered it and asked him why he had not let m* know at the time, lie replied he had seen the advertisement hut wasn’t taking chances on being traced "My liberty,” he said, "was worth more to me than I thought the picture would be to you.” Now and then I drop Into the Hadley Mission on the Bowery which is conducted by John Calla han. The last time I was there Calla han asked me to speak. Among the flotsam and Jetsam of human ity cast Jip there was a ruddled fellow who once worked with me on a copy desk of a newspaper. He had gone down through drink— lost Job after Job, his health and 111* family. Afterward I sought him out and we went to a restaurant. He was recovering from a spree and was shaking like a leaf. "I’ve made a botch of my life,” he said, "and I mny as well tell you frankly I don't want your advice or sympathy. When 1 get hold of some money I’m off on another one. There is ono lesson I have learned. When you loo* your gclf-respect you are gone tCevyrlsbt. 1924.) -— I but the vast majority wore either the plaited waist-mat or the cincture of pamlanus straw strung from a cord—the be or the rivi. All were curious, good-tempered, garrulous and incomprehensible. All had a strange oily smell and all were Interested in tabake. At length they came to a point of land; open water surged between them and the next tongue of white coral. Kit could see the northern point of the atoll curving away out to sea in a reef punctuated by a few small islets bearing wind-beaten palms. And at the end of that, eight or ten miles distant, a swell of land, much higher than that on which he stood; another island. "Why, of course!" he cried when he saw it "I understand—that's the main show over there! It's not just one island, it's two or three, perhaps a while bunch! They’re over there— whoever they are. Hi, Eetera! See, over there, Germans? Deutsch over there, Germans, Ingalees, yes? White men?" Etera shook his head, and was vol ubly sure, in his obscure beche-de mer, that no one lived on the island who would interest Kit. "No fella white man," lie kept repeating, omit ting or perverting most of the conso nents. "He no stop. He walk away, along boatee.” “I’ll go over there and take a look, all the same," said Kit. They were overtaken by a shower on the way back, and took shelter under what Etera called a maniaba in one of the small villages. This was simply a rectangular thatched roof sweeping nearly to the ground from a height of perhaps thirty feet, In an arresting and pleasing outline. Kit had seen a larger one in the main village. It was apparently used as a council hall and plaza, a place both to convene and lounge in. Some peo ple were dozing in it now. Kit sat down on the earthen floor and watched the rain beat down outside. He not ed certain fauna; crabs; one tree climbing variety of a bright pure blue. Hardly the color for a crab. There were also rats, reddish, and smaller than American ones, and somewhat less unattractive. A few chickens strolled about, mangy and dispirited looking fowl, mostly cocks. He also noticed rain water tanks, bowls carved from tree trunks placed under particularly large palms, with a leader of a cocoanut frond deftly fixed so as to divert the water from tree to tub. He reflected that he had drunk no water since landing, only cocoanut Juice. Vet there must be fresh water; he had seen one or two muddy pools. They reached the Resident at sun down. Etera brought supper, also a lamp consisting of a cocoanut shell filled with cocoanut oil, and a wick of some informal fibrous material. Kit was interested to see the boy make fire with a fire drill; but the lamp when lit gave a poor light and stank to heaven. Also there was nothing to stay up for, and soon after Etera had installed himself on his hat in the hall Kit retired to his own hard but clean couch. Of Masson there was nothing to be seen. IV. The next morning he devoted to study. There were a few books In the Residqpz, all mildewed and writ ten in German, but priceless, fit was then that he gave thanks for the min istrations of Krauleln Rock.) There was a little paper-bound Gcrman Nairavese dictionary, worth It Weight in diamonds, and two or three Colo nial Office pamphlets. From these latter, and from the information he picked up ns the result of familiarity with the language, he was able to learn something about the island and its history. Nairava lies at the southern end of an isolated reef rising out of the vast waste of water between, rough ly speaking, Hawaii and the Gilberts. It is small, as coral atolls go, meas uring only a little over four miles in ( its longest direction. Many atolls measure thirty. The Gilberts are about as near as any inhabited group, and it appears that from them the first Nairavans came. Some south west storm threw them, in their long outrigger canoes, on its strand with the same casual gesture that it had thrown Kit. There are traces, lin guistic and otherwise, of additions from other races further south, hut the language and physique are pre donderantly Micronesian. In Nairava and its sister island Tengulu the cast aways settled and throve, and prob ably no friend who saw them depart ever learned of their survival. Lying far from all the main trade routes, and offering no particular ad vantages for trade or colonization, these islands remained long unknown to the world, and when known, dls regarded. Cook visited them on his last voyage and described the inhabi tants as "neither Intelligent nor trac table.” For nearly a century they remained neglected, damned by that phrase, visited only by the rarest whalers and traders. But these last Inevitably taught the natives how to make copra, and at last the great house of Godeffroy, of Hamburg, established an agency there. That was in the early 'eighties, and it was not till twenty years later that the German government thought It worthwhile to take formal posses sion. What attracted them, of course, was the hill of Tenguiu, reminiscent of the phosphate-bearing ones of Nauru nml Ocean Island. They took over the islands first and investigated afterward, and it turned out a bad bet. There were no phosphate* on Tenguiu, no coal, no iron, no gold or anything but basalt slowly crum bling beneath a lush tropic vegetation. Still, it was another red dot on the map of Germany. So they kept the islands, and estab lished a resident in addition to the Godeffroy agent. The receipts for m. copra, the one exportable produce, were hardly sufficient (5,400 marks in 1912) to defray their salaries, but Empire was Empire. The seat of government was established on Nair ava. This was a reversal of the na tive arrangement, under which Nair ara had always been at least nomi nally tributary to the kings of Ten gulu. The latter island, however, was not a good place for white men. It had plenty of fresh water and a fer tile soil, but also quantities of flies, mosquitoes and other disease-bearing Insects, and no harbor. Ntarava had little soil and less water, but It bad a *ood roadstead, few mosquitoes and a climate as healthful and s*reeal'le as that of any coral atoll. (To Hr I ontlnned Tomorrow .) PRESIDENT COOLIDGK SA1S: | Laws do not make reforms, but re. forms make laws. __ Movie of a Man Trying to Park a Cigar HSHT3 FlNC CIGAR CON0UCTOR INFORMS While WAITING FOR $N\OKG.R.IM R6AR / Train to city t / hr 1 ■- * i DECIDES To FOREGO PLEASURE OF jnaom»mE LONESOME IM LOME&OME ) MERE - kuD SLUE 7 SOt^ETMiKl6 // 1/ r*. .r- r^v/ 1 /1 GOT A LETTER FROM NW PAPPV VOU OU6UT TO BE \ TUG MORNlN AMO WE WROTE TWE ASWAMED Or VOuRSEIF. Y MOST LONESOMEST TUIMGS _ WE EMMA , A UAMOSOME Y-, SAID OUR OOG SNOOPS WOULDN'T GtRL WIKE VOU _ IT WONT s. 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