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BULLION ON BULLION ROW
Btrroj Boxes of Precioni Metal Bafely
Cartod Around Wall 8tret
CROOKS GIVE THE BOODLE A FROST
The Meats- Tfirkaa and His nml.
ess Fartaaea la the Parkrla af
Maaseaater Seewee la the
Jut( Inside the railing of the Mills build
ing, dawn to Broad street, says the New
Tera Boa. and only few yards away from j
where the throng of outside brokers Jostle
and shunt la the roadway hangs a slate with j
a pencil attached by a string. Once la a I
while a clerk will hurry to the corner, take ;
a look around, aad then. If not finding the j
persca ha seeks,- will scribble something
a this slate.
At Intervals a big, heavy man strolls
ever and takes a look at It. If there la
anything written upon It he will probably
Hire an order to the driver of a two-horse
truck which has stood for most of the day
at the corner, the blankets will be taken off
tha horse aad maa and truck will set off
down the street ohvlously on business In
tent. Tea ara likely to meet this or similar
tracks with the name of the same owner
ttpoa them two or three tlmea In the course
of a day la aad about Wall street. Some
times the truek contains a few boxes or
barrels, no different at a casual glance
from any other boxes or barrels, or maybe
thera will be upon It a number of brick of
whit metal, la appearance not unlike
la either caae there are likely to be twa
r three roughly dressed men seated with
. the driver or on the rear of the truck, and
twa or three more better clad men, whom
aaybody versed la the ways of the financial
district will know at once for bank clerks
or bank messengers, swinging their legs
from tha tailboard or walking beside the
There la nothing about the outfit likely
to attract particular attention from any
body. A cloa obaerver may tee that the
boxea or kegs sre strongly Ironed, locked
aad sealed, and he may wonder that mature
bank clerks, who do not look as If they
were Inclined to frivolity, have time to
apare for a ride on a truck which proceed
- at a bar walking pace or evea slower.
But tha usual passerby will never bestow
a second glance upon the crawling vehicle.
' It doesn't look different from a truck
carrying any old kind of freight, but for
all that the load It carries Is often worth
more than a great many of the buildings
it passes. That load would set up a score
of ordinary men with fortunes Urge enough
to keep them In luxury without doing a
atroke of work for tha rest of their lives.
Bars of aolla Gold.
The barrels contain bars of solid gold,
tha boxes are stuffed full of gold coin, and
the whit metal I bullion silver going from
safe depoalt vault to aubtreaaury, or. If the
load la gold coin, from bank to bank. The
truck la Berkley', the money truckman',
the slate, hung on the fence I Berkley's
office, and the big man who consults it from
tins to time and might be a retired police
man a well-to-do grocer 1 Berkley him
self. All Wall atreet know thla and know
what tha tfuek contains whan It passe with
Its load. But Wall street Is not interested.
It I a sight so aid that It baa become
commonplace. Ia the fact that a shabby
old truck with a million or two upon It
crawl aafely through the most crowded
s treat, In Jb .city with only a guard of
twa or three truckmen and a bank eterk or
twa to watch over It nobody sees aaythlng
out af tb ordinary.
That new of the shipment Is written on
a alata which hangs on a fence In reach of
every passerby Is no less a matter of
eoursa. Gold ha been transferred safely
la that .way for years and there I no rea
aoa why It should not always be.
Aa a matter of fact t would be harder to
ateal that gold thaa anything else In tb
city. In tha first place, there I a guard
f from four to six men with vry load
la tba second place, the gold I usually
la bars weighing from ten to twenty-live
pound apiece and la packed In kega locked
and aealed, with from three to a dosen
bara la a keg. The gold coin I In strong
boxe equally heavy.
Tha silver, which Is carried bare in the
bottom of the truck, 1 In Ingots, and a
atngla Ingot would be a good load for a
Then the transfer usually takes place In
crowded streets and In the crowd there I
aafety. It would be a bolder gang of crook
thaa over held up a train that would aver
try to rob the money truck.
Aa to the rest of It, Fred Berkley, the
money truckman, ha been In the business
all hi life. Ho ha a monopoly of the
money carrying in thla city and bis father
bad It before him for more years thaa any
body Dow la Wall street remembers.
He la a conservative person. As his
father did business, so does he. Nothing
aver went wrong wltb either, and the
bank a and 'the people whoao business It Is
to handle million have accepted the meth
od a ef both wltb perfect satisfaction. They
ars bow a part of the dally routine and the
atreet sees nothing wonderful about them.
Aa Ordlaary Baalaraa.
"Why," said the shipping clerk of one of
tha largest exchange houaes In Wall atreet,
when tha Sun reporter sought Information
about gold transfers, "you can't write any
thing about that. It's ths most ordinary
everyday tranaactloa dowa here.
"You Just pack u: the gold and seal it
aad aead tor Berkley ana ho carts It away
to wherever It haa t go. There Isn't any
thing also to It.
"Nothtag ever goes wrong and there really
Isn't anything Interesting about It. Is
there, now?" ,
Tha reporter thought there was. But the
money truckman was of the same opinion
aa tha money exchange clerk. Said he:
"Thing have beea printed In the paper
yeara ago about thla bus'r., but father
dtda't hold with them or give the Informs
Ilea the paper got. Aad I won't. There
ala't anything about It to make a story
about anyway. We Just move the stuff.
Nothing ever bsppens 10 It."
' The meaey truckman la big six feet tall
at least aad as broad and solid as he Is
(atl. Hla face Is aa set and bra as his
frame I solid.
. Jf maa could look Ilka a ton wall
that soaa would ba Barkley. Anybody who
looked at blm twice would trust him with
a million. It wouldn't trouble him.
lie would Just sit on the million till the
owner cam bark to claim It, and before
Safe and effective
This novel preparation produces
aa Immediate brilliancy, but does
not Injure the surface of the finest
that nobody cautd get blm to forget hla
watch oa It any more thaa aaybody could
Indue a good bulldog to drop a particularly
He was superintending the transfer of a
truckload of silver wbea the reporter tried
to find out things about the bullion-carrying
from him. He checked off each Ingot four
limes, not If be wa doubtful about the
total, but a a matter of duty.
Tbea he watched one of hi mea atamp
hi firm dgn upon each Ingot with a steel
die punched by a heavy hammer, gave his
receipt for the cargo and moved away with
It down Wall atreet aa unemotional a any
lab of silver In the load.
The Rear Gaartl.
With him was a smaller, mora active
looking maa with a dash of tha west ap
parent In his black mustache and shabby
brown sombrero. If the build of the bos
truckmsa plsinly showed that be could
frit any U.-intentloned crook with one blow
of bla big fat. the other maa looked as
though he would surely have a revolver in
bis hip pocket and would know how ta
Besides the pslr there were on the truck
with the driver a couple of stalwart men
who bad assisted In loading the ailver
when it came up on the little sidewalk ele
vator from the safe deposit vaulta beneath.
Just a few paaseraby recognised the
value of the freight a It was carried out
to the truck, and commented on It.
"Gee!" remarked a weak-chinned, over
dressed young man whose trousers were
turned up to gladden beholder with a
view of hi gorgeous hose. "Wouldn't that
make you sick?"
"Yer coulda't get nona of It," responded
the hatchet-faced youth who accompanied
him, "and If yer could, yer couldn't get
away wltb It. If yer could, no more ledger
Sometime there Is a million dollar'
worth la one of those truck loads. Some
times there la more, but not much.
A million In gold with It accompanying
packing caaea will weigh nearly three ton;
a million in silver more than a doiea tlmea
a much again.
Wall strtet haa at time moved aa much
aa 121,000,000 or 1)0,000,000, all of this huge
sum In bullion. In a day from different
points in the district to other points or out
of It. A single bank or firm of money
brokers haa transferred $5,000,000 or .0Q0,
000 In a single shipment abroad.
The money tfuckman carrlea all this and
he baa never lost a single cargo, however
small the amount. Once there was a hulla
baloo about a missing slab of silver, but It
turned up In very short order, though the
cry was raised that it had been stolen.
He carries tba gold which. Is shipped
abroad to tba vessel which, baa to carry It
and brings back to Wall street the Im
ported bullion. . It I lucrative business
and he and his family have had a monopoly
of It since It began.
They are likely to keep it. No good end
I aerved by taking chance with a aw
firm in such a business, and tha eoneerva
I'sm of Barkley suits Wall street well.
Bullion Is perhaps the safest kind of
commodity to transfer In this city. It Is
In transferring other kinds of money that
the banks take chances. It waa not tor
the sake of the gold carted through the
atreet that the dead line for crook waa
established at Fulton street.
Meaaenarera aad Thele Rolls.
The bank messenger coming from the
Clearing bouse after tba day'a balance has
been struck will often carry back to bla
bank from 11.000,000 to $5,000,000 In cash
In hi leather pouch or In hi trousers
pocket; that la. In bills of large denomlna
tlons, usually $10,000 notes.
A bank's balance at tha Clearing house
will rang from $1,000,000 to $5,000,000, or
even more. The biggest bank, the City
National, will often 'have at tha close of
business from $3,000,000 to $5,000,000 to It
credit. Tb messenger takea back to tba
bank that amount In bllla.
He does not ga alone. Usually It la a
party of three that escort the millions.
There la the messenger with the money la
his pocket, a clerk and the bank's detective
or bouncer, whose physique and quickness
have usually earned for him bla Job. The
detective la armed.
So, though a bank messenger's millions
are la shape to be carried eft. It would
practically ba Impossible ta get them at
any coat. They ara not carried where a
lucky grab would maka them evea tem
porarily change ownership.
The most valuable bundle of wealth
taken through the atreets la thla city, bow-
ever, Is not moved la tha financial district
at all. It passes between the comptroller's
office in the Btewart building and tha city
hall, and Eddie, who ha been tha comp
troller' mecnger from time Immemorial,
carries It. x
It consists of newly, signed city bonds.
Whsrever an Issue of these bonds has been
made, after having beea filled out la the
comptroller's office, they must be signed
by the msyor. They are not then regls
tered, but with the mayor'a signature upoa
them they aeem and might possibly be ac
cepted la practice as negotiable. .
Eddie carries the bonds, a few million at
a time, to the mayor'a office, and when
signed carries them back agala. How many
millions he has carried In a single trip only
he knows and, Ilka the money truck man.
he Isn't telling his business. But the
amount has certainly reached $30,000,000 oa
occasion. . ..
Na crook has ever bad the nerve to
tackle Eddie aod really none would think It
worth while. The hue and cry which would
be raised over such a theft would la all
probability at once bar the bonds as ne
gotiable securities, even In the world of
graft. And no thief would gel far wun in
plunder. The city ee to that.
But the sight of the messenger with mil
lions in bonds, the little posses of three or
more bearing millions la real cash through
the financial quarter to the banks, the bare
silver in the money truck, the kegs of gold
bar and the strong boxea full of gold coin
must sometimes make aoma evil . minds
dream dreams such as made Superintendent
Byrnea long ago establish that dead line
above the streets of temptation.
till Urea ! la
"During a period of poor health some time
sgo I go a trial bottle of DeWitt's Little
Esrly Risers," says Justice of tke Peace
Adam Shook at New Lisbon, lad. 'I took
them and they did me so muck good I
have used theia ever since." Sate, reliable
and gentle, DeWitt's Little Early Risers
neither gripe nor distress, but stimulate the
liver and promote regular and easy actloa
cf the bowels.
The Wrcalasr Wlllaw.
Tha weeping willow tree cam to America
through , the medium of . Alexander Pope,
the poet, wha planted a willow twig ca
the banks of ths Thames at his Twicken
ham villa. The twig came to blm la
a bna of Cga sent from Smyrna by a friend
who bed lest sll ta tha South Sea bubble
aad bad gona to that distant land to recoup
his fortune. Harper' Eneyelopedlae tell
the story of the willow's arrival ia Amer
ica. A young British officer wbe came to
Hostoa with ths army ta crush the rebel
lioa of the Americas colonies, brought
with blm a twig from Pope'a saw beautiful
willow tree. Intending t pleat it la America
whea h should comfortably aettla dowa aa
the landa confiscated from the conquered
Amt-ricaae.' Tba young afflcer, dlsappolatsd
ia thee expectailoas, save hi willow twig
rapped la oil silk, ta Jcha Parke Cwstla,
Mrs. Waahlaitsa'a eoa. wha plaited It
oa hi Abingdoa estate, la Virginia-. It
thrived aad became, the progenitor of all
our willow trcsa. t
THE OMAHA DAILY TIEHi FIUDAY. DECEMHEK 2fl, 1005.
By Henry Seton nerriman.
(Copyright 1902 by Henry Seton Merrlraan.)
"Aucun chemln de fleurs n conduit a la
It was nearly balf-paat eight when Grand
haven ran into a fog-bank, and the second
officer sent a message to the captain'
teward who was waiting at that great !
man's dinner table In the saloon. '
The captain's steward wa a discreet
man. Ha gave the message la a whisper
as hs swept the crumbs from ths table with .
a Jerk of hla napkin. The second officer j
could not, of course, reduce speed oa his I
own responsibility. Orandhaven bad been
running through fog-banks ever since It
left Plymouth In the gray of a November
Every Atlantic traveler knows Orand-
haven. It was so well known that every
berth was engaged despite the lateness of '
the season. It was considered a privilege
to sail with Captain Dixon, the most popu- !
lar man on the wide seas. A few million- !
aire considered themselves honored by bis 1
friendship. One of thera called him Tom
on shore. He was an Englishman, though i
Grandhaven was technically an American
ship. His enemies Bald that he owed his
success In life to his manners, which cer
tainly were excellent. Not too familiar
with anyone at sea, but unerringly discrim
inating between man and man, between a
real position and an Imaginary one. For In
the greatest republic the world has yet
seen mea are keenly aliv to social dis
tinctions. On tha other band bis friends pointed to
his record. Captain Dixon had never made
a mistake In seamanship.
He wss a handsome man with a trim
brown beard cut to a point In the naval
style, gay blue eyea and a bluff way of
carrying hla bead. Tha womea passengers
Invariably fell into the habit of describing
blm aa a splendid man, and the word
seemed to fit him like a glove. Nature
had certainly designed him to be shown
somewhere In the front of life, to be placed
upon a dais and looked up to and admired
by the multitude. She had written suc
cess upon bis sunburnt face.
He bsd thousands of friends. Every seat
at his table was Booked two voyages ahead
and be knew the value of popularity. He
was never carried oft' his feet, but enjoyed
It simply and heartily. He had fallen in
lova one aummer voyage with a tall and
oft-mannered Canadian girl, a Hebe, with
tbe face of a Madonna; with thoughtful,
waiting blue eyes. She was only 19, and,
of course. Captain Dixon carried everything
before him. Tbe girl was astonished at
her good fortune. For thla wooer was a
king on his own great decks. No princes
eould be good enough for blm had prln
ceraes been in the habit of crossing tbe
Atlantic. Captain Dixon bad now been
married aoma yeara.
Hla marriage bad made a perceptible
change In the personnel of hi Intimate.
A bsehelor captain appeal to a different
world. H wa etlll a great favorite with
Although Grandhaven had been only one
night at sea, the captain's ta'ule had no
vacant seata. These were all old travelers
and there bad been' libations poured to tbe
gods now made manifest by empty bottles
and not a little empty laughter. Dixon.
however, waa steady enough. He had re
luctantly accepted one glass of cbtmDirni
from tha bottle of a aenator, powerful in
shipping circles. He and his officers made
a point of drinking water at- table. The
modern Bailor ia ana of the atartllng pro
ducts of these odd times. He dresses tor
dinnsr, and when off duty may be found
Bitting on the saloon stairs discussing with
a lady passenger the respective merits of
Wagner and Chopin as set forth by the
ship' band when he ought to be asleep In
bed in preparation for the middle watch.
Tha captain received the message with
a curt nod. But he did not rise from the
table. Ha knew that a hundred eyes were
fixed upon him, watching hla every glance.
If ha bad Jumped up and hurried from the
table the night's rest of half a hundred
anxious ladle -vould Inevitably suffer.
Ha took his watch from his pocket and
rose laughing at some sally made by a
neighbor. As he passed down the length
of the saloon be paused to greet one and
exchange a laughing word with another. He
waa a very gracious monarch.
On deck It was wet and cold. A keen
wind from the northwest seemed to prom
ise a heavy sea and a dirty night when
the Llsard should be passed and the pro
tection of the high Devon moorland loft
behind. Tha captaln'a cabin waa at the
head of tbe saloon stairs. Captain Dixon
lost no time In changing his smart ness
Jacket for a thicker cos. Oilskins and a
souwester transformed him again to the
seaman that he was, and he climbed tbe
narrow Iron ladder Into the howling dark
ness of tbe upper bridge with a brisk
readiness to meet any situation.
Tha fog bank was a tblck one. It was
like a sheet of thin and very wet cotton
wool laid upon the troubled breast of tbe
sea. The lights at tbe forward end of
the huge steamer were barely visible. There
was no glare aloft where the maat light
stared unwinking Into the plt.
Dixon exchanged a few words with the
second officer, who stood, rather restless,
by tbe engine room telegraph. Tbey spoke
In monosyllables. The dlsl showed "fun
speed ahead." Captain Dixon stood chew
ing the end of bis golden mustache, which
he had drawn In between his teet'u. He
looked forward and aft and up aloft in
three quick movements of the head. Then
be laid bis two bands on the engine room
telegraph and reduced the pace to halt
speed. There were a hundred people on
board who would take note of It with a
throb of uneasiness at their hearts, but
that could not be helped.
The second officer stepped sldewaya into
tha chartroom, reluctant to turn his eyes
elsewhere thsa dead ahead Into the wind
and mist, to mske a note In twa books
that lay open on tha table under the shaded
electric lamp. It wa twenty minute to 9.
Grandhaven wa a quick ship, but It
wss also a safe one. Tbe captain had laid
a course close under tbe Lizard lights.
He Intended to alter It, but not yet. Tbe
mUt might lift. There waa plsnty of time;
for by dead reckoning they eould scarcely
hope ta sight the twin lights before 11
o'clock. The captala turned and aald a
alogle word to hi second officer and a
moment later tha great fog horn above
them In tha darkness coughed out its
deafening not of warnlag. A dead silence
followed. Captala Dixon nodded his head
with a curt grunt of aatlsfactlon. Thare
waa nothing near them. Tbey eould carry
oa, playiag their game of blindman'B buff
with fate, open-eyed, ateady, watchful.
Thera was aa music tonight, though tha
band bad played the cheeriest items of Its
repertoire outside the saloon door during
dinner. Many af tbe passengers were lo
their cabins al ready; for Grandhaven was
relltag gently oa tha shoulder of the At
lantic swell. Tha aea wss heavy, but not
so heavy aa tbey would certainly eaeoun
ter west of the Land's End. Presently
Graadhavea crept out late a clear apace,
leaving tha fog bank In rolling cloud Ilk
caaaoa smoke behind her.
"Ah!" aaid Captala Dixoa. with a sigh
af relief. He had aever beea really aas
ion. Tha face of tha second officer, ruddy
aad glistening with wet, lighted up sud
denly aad sundry lines arouad bis ys
wet wiped away aa ha eteoped itw lb
binnacle. Almost at once his face clouded
"There Is another right ahead," ba mut
tered. "Hang them!"
The captain gave a short laugh to reas
sure his subordinate, whom be knew to
be an anxious, careful man on his promo
tion. Captain Dixon waa always self-confident.
Thst glass of champagne from the
senator's hospitable bottle made him feel
doubly capable tonight to take hla ship out
Into the open Atlantic; and then to bed
with that easy heart which a skipper only
knows on the high sess.
Suddenly he turned to look sharply at
his companion, whose eyes were fixed on
the fog bank, which was now looming high
above the bows. There were stars above
them, but no moon would be up for another
three hours. Dixon seemed about to say
something, but changed his mind. He
raised bis bands to tbe ear flap of hla
sou'wester, and loosening the string under
his chin, pushed the flannel lappets up
within the cap. The second officer wore
the ordinary seafaring cap, known aa a
cheese cutter. He wss much too anxious
a man to cover up his ears even la clear
weather, and said with his nervous laugh
that the color did not coma out of his hair
If anyone euggested that the warmer head
gear would protect him from rain and
Dixon stepped nearer to his companion
and they stood side by side looking Into
tha fog bank which was now upon them.
"Any dogs on board?" he asked casually.
"No why do you ask?"
"Thought I heard a little bell; eucb a
thing aa a lady' lapdog wear round it
neck on a ribbon."
The second officer turned and glanced
sharply up at the captain, who, however,
made no further comment, and aeemed to
be thinking of something else.
"Couldn't have been a bell-buoy, I sup
pose?" he suggested with a tenta'.lvo
lahgb as he pushed hla cap upwards, away
from his ears.
"No bell-buoys out here." replied tha
captain rather sharply with his usual self,
They stood side by aide in silence for
five minutes or more. The mist was a little
thinner now and Captain Dixon looked up
wards to the sky, hoping to see tbe stars.
He wss looking up when the steamer struck
and the shock threw him against the after
rail of the bridge. The second officer was
thrown down and struggled for an Instant
before getting to hie feet again.
"God Almighty!" he said, and that waa
Captain Dixon waa already at the engine
room .telegraph wrenching the pointer
round to full speed ahead. The quarter
master on watch was at his side In a mo
ment and several men in shining oilskins
swarmed up tbe ladder to the bridge for
Grandhaven was quite still now, but
trembling like a horse that had stumbled
badly and recovered Itself with dripping
knees. Already the aeas were beating the
bluff side of the great vessel, throwing
pyramid of spray high above the funnels.
Captain Dixon grabbed the nearest man
by the arm.
"The boats!" he shouted In his ear. Tell
Mr. Stoke to take charge. Tell him It's
There seemed to be "bo danger for the
ship was quite steady! with level decks.
Turning to another quartermaster Dixon
gave further orders clearly and concisely.
"Keep it at that," he said to the second
officer. Indicating the''dlal of' the engine
room. . .i. . . hn -
"Stay where you are?' he aheuted ta the
two steersmen who were preparing to quit
If Captain Dixon bad never made a mis
take In seamanship he must have thought
the possibilities of this mistake out In
all their bearings. For the situation was
quite clear and compact In his mind. The
orders he gave came In their proper se
quence and were given to the right man.
From the deck beneath arose a confused
murmur like the stirring of bees In an
overturned hive. Then a sharp order In
one voice, clear and strong, followed by a
"Good," said the captain; "Stoke has
got 'em In band."
He broke off and looked sharply fore and
aft and up above him at tbe towering fun
nel. "She's heeling," he said. "Martin, she's
The ship wss slowly turning on Its side,
like some huge and stricken dumb animal
laying Itself down to die.
"Yes," ssld the csptaln, with a bitter
laugh to the two steersmen who had como
a second time to the threshold of the
wheelhouse. "Yes, you can go."
He turned to the engine room telegraph
and rang the "Stand by," but there was
no answer. The engineers had come on
"She's got to go," said Martin, the sec
ond officer, deliberately.
"You had better follow them," replied
the captain, with a Jerk of the head toward
the ladder down which the two steersmen '
"Go, be d d," said Martin. "My place
Is here." There was no nervousness about
the man now.
The murmur on the deck had suddenly
risen to shrieks and angry shouts. Somo
were getting ready to die in a most un
seemly manner. .They were fighting for I
the boats. Tbe clear, strong voice had
ceased giving orders. It afterward trans
pired that the chief officer, Stokea, waa
engaged at this time on the sloping decks
In tying life belts round the women and
throwing them overboard, despite their
shrieks and struggles. The coastguards
found these women strewn along the beach
like wreckage below St. Keverne aome that
nigtt, aome at dawn and only two were
The captain snapped bis finger and
thumb, a gesture of annoyance which was
habitual to him. Martin knew the mean
ing of the sound, which be heard through
the shouting and tbe roar of the wind
and the hissing of a cloud of steam. He
placed bla hand on the deck of the bridge
as If to feel It. He had only to stretch
out his arm to touch tbe timbers, for the
vessel was lying over farther now. There
was no vibration beneath hla hand; the
engines bad ceased to work.
"Yes." said Dixon, who was holding to
the rati In front of blm with both hands.
"Yes she haa got to go."
And ii 1' spoke Grandhaven slid slowly
backward and ldewy Into tbe deep
water. Tb shrieks wer suddenly in
creased and then died away In a contuaed
gurgle. Martin slid down on to tbe cap
tain and together they ahot Into the aea.
They sank through a stratum of struggling
Tbe village of 8t- Keverne He nearly
two miles from the sea, high above It on
the bare tableland that Juts out tea miles
to the Lizard llghta. It Is a rural village
far from railway or harbor. It men are
agriculturalists, following tb plow and
knowing but little cf tbe aea, which la so
tar below them that they rarely descend
ta the beach, and they do no business la
the great waters. But their churrhysrd It
full of drowned folk. Thera are 104 in one
grave. 110 ia another and log in a third
Aa old 8t. Keverne maa will slowly nam
thirty ships aad steamers wrecked la Bight
of the church ateepia la the range of bis
A o,ulck-eard cal guatd heard lb
sound of tha escape el steam, which waa
almost Instantly silenced. The he beard
nothing mora. He went back to the sta
tion aad made hla report. He was so aura
of his owa ears that he took a lantern
and went dowa to tha beach. There be
found nothing. He stumbled on toward
Cadgwlth along the unbroken beach. At
timea be covered bla lantern and peered
out to sea. At last something white caught
hla eye. It wa half afloat amid tbe
breakers. He went kaea deep and dragged
a woman to the shore. She wss quite dead.
He held his - lantern above his head and
stared out to sea. The face of the water
was flecked with dark shadows and white
patcbea. He waa alone, two mites frtra
held, up a steep combe and through muddy
Isnes, and as he turned to trudge toward
the cliffa hla heart auddenly leaped to his
throat. Thera was someone approaching
him across the shingle.
A strong, deep vote called to blm, with
command and a deadly resolution In Its
"You a coast guard?" It asked.
The man came up to him and gave htm
orders to go to the nearest village for help,
for lanterns and carts.
"What ship?" asked the coast guard.
"Grandhaven, London, New Orleans." was
the answer. "Hurry, and bring aa many
men as you can. Got a boat about here?"
"There Is one oa tha beach balf a mile
along to the aouth'ard. But you cannot
launch her through this."
"Oh, ye w can."
The coast guard glanced at the man with
a sudden interest.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"Stoke first mate." waa the reply.
The rest of the story of the wreck ha
been told by abler pena. In tbe dally news
paper. How forty-aeven people were
aved; how the lifeboat from Cadgwlth
picked up sprue, floating Insensible oa the
ebbing tide with lifebuoys tied securely
round them; how some mea proved them
selves great and aome womea greater; how
a few proved themselves very contemptible,
indeed; how the quiet chief officer. Stoke,
obeyed his captaln'a orders to take charge
of tbe passengers are not these things told
by the newspapers? Soma of them, es
pecially the halfpenny ones, went further,
and explained to a waiting world how tt
had all come about, and how easily it
might have been avoided. Tbey, moreover,
dealt out blame and praise with a liberal
hand, and condemned the owner or ex
onerated the captain with that sublime wis
dom which cometh out from Fleet street
only. One and all agreed that because the
captain waa drowned he was not to blame;
a very common and washy sentiment which
appealed powerfully to the majority of their
readers. Some of the newspapers, while
agreeing that the first officer having saved
many lives by his great exertions during
the night and perfect organization tor relief
and help the next day, had made for him
self an Immortal name, hinted darkly that
tbe captain's waa the better part, and that
they preferred to hear in such case that
all the officer had perished.
Stoke dispatched the surviving rassen
gera by trala from Hclston back to Lon
don. They were not enthusisstic about
him, neither did they subscribe to present
him with a service of plate. They thought
him stern and unsympathetic. But before
they had realized quite what bad happened
they were back at their homes or with
their friends. Many of the dead were re
covered and went to awell tha heavy crop
of God' a seed sown in St. Keverne church
yard. It was qtoke who organized these,
quiet burials and took a careful note of
each name. It was he to whom tbe friends
of the dead made their complaint o took
their tearful reminiscences, to both of
which alike he gave an attentive hearing,
emphasised by the steady gaze of a pair
of gray blue eyea which many remembered
afterward without knowing why.
"It Is all right," aald the director of the
great steamship company la London.
"Stoke ia there."
And they sent him money and left him
In charge at St. Keverne. The newspaper
correspondents hurried th'ther and several
of tbem described tbe wrong man aa Stoke,
while others having mentioned him weighed
blm and found him wanting in a proper
sens of their importance. Ther Waa an
"copy" In him, they aald. He bad aa eoa
ceptlon of tha majeaty ef the press.
At length the survivors were all seat
home and the dead thrown up by tba sea
were burled, Martin, the second officer
waa among these. Tbey found the cap
taln'a pilot Jacket on the beach. He must
have made a fight for his life and thrown
aside bis Jacket for greater ease In swim
ming. Twenty-nine of the crew, eleven
passengers and a stewardess were never
found. The sea would never give them up
now until that day when she shall relin
quish her hostages mostly Spaniard and
English to come :rom the deep at that
8toke finished his business at St. Ke
verne and took tha train to London. Never
an expansive man, he waa shut up now
as tbe strong are abut up by a Borrow, The
loss of Grandhaven left a aear on hla heart
which time could not heal. It had come to
his csre from the builder's yarda. It had
never known another husband.
He waa free now free to turn to tho
hardest portion of bla task. He bad al
ways sailed with Dixon, his life-long
friend. They had been boyB together, had
forced their way up the ladder together,
had understood each other all through. HI
friend's wife, by virtue of her office, per
haps had come nearer to this man's grim
and lonely heart than any other woman. He
had never defined this feeling; he bad not
even gone back to Its source as a woman
would have done, or he might have discov
ered that tha gentle air of queatlon or of
waiting In her eye which wa not always
there, but only when he looked for tt, had
been ther long ago on a summer voysge
before she wa Captala Dlxon'a wife at
All through his long swim to shore, all
through the horrors of that November
Bight and the long-drawa pain of the suc
ceeding daya be had done his duty with a
steady Impasslveness which was la keep
ing with tbe square Jaw, tha resolute eyea,
the firm aad merciful Hps ef tha man; but
he had only thought of Mary Dixon. Hla
one thought waa that thla must break ber
It wa thla thought that mad him hard
and Impassive. In the great office la Lon
doa ha waa received gravely. With a dull
surprise he noted a quiver In the Up ef.
the managing director whea ba abook
bands. The great business man looked
older aad smaller and thinner In this abort
time; for It ia a terrible thing to have te
deal la humaa Uvea, evea If yon ara paid
heavily for doing ao.
"There will be an official Inquiry you
will have te face It, Stoke."
"Yes," be answered almost Indifferently.
"And there ia Dixon's wife. You will
have to go aad aea her. I have been. She
stays at home and takea her punishment
quietly uullk. aome of them."
And two houra later ha waa waiting for
Mary Dixon Id the little drawing room of
the house In a Kentish village which he
had helped Dlxoa to furnish for ber. She
did not keep him long; aad whea she came
Into tbe room he drew a sharp breath; but
be had nothing to aay ta her. She waa tall
and atrongly made, wltb fair hair aad dell
cate coloring. She bad no children, though
she had beea married sis years, and na
ture aeemed te have designed ber to be the
mother of large, strong, gentle mea.
Bloke looked Into her eyea aad imme
diately the expectant look earn late laom.
Ther wa aomethlBg els behind them a
sort of veiled light.
"It wa kind ef you to come eo soon."
she said, taking a chair by tha fireside.
There was only one lamp In the room and
it light scarcely reached her fare.
But for all the good he did In coming
It would seem that he might as well hsve
stayed away, for he had no comfort to effer
her. He drew forward a cbalr and eat
down with that square slowness of move
meat which Is natural to the limbs ef men
who deal exclusively with nature and ac
tion, and he looked Into the fire without
saying a word. Agsln It wss she who
spoke and ber words surprised the man
who bad only dealt with women at sea,
where women are not seen at their best.
"I de not want you to grieve for me,"
she aald quietly. "You have enough
trouble of your owa without thinking of
me. You have lost your friend
and your ship."
He made a little movement of the lips
and glsnced at her slowly. He held his
Hp between hla teeth, as he wss wont to
Lold, It during the moments of suspense be
fore letting go the anchors In a crowded
roadstead as be stood at hla poet on the
forecastle head awaiting the captaln'a sig
nal. She wa tbe first to divine what the
ship bad beea to blm. Her eyea were wait
ing for hla. They were alight with a gen
tle glow, which he took to be pity. She
spoke ealmly and her voice was always
low and quiet. But ha was quit sure that
her heart waa broken and the thought
must have been conveyed to her by the
silent messenger that pssses to and fro be
tween kindred minds, for she Immediately
took up his thought.
"It Is not," she said, rather hurriedly,
"as if it would break my heart. Long ago
I used to thlak it would. I waa very
proud of him and of bis popularity. But"
And she aaid no more, but sat with
dreaming eyes looking Into the fire. After
a long pause she spoke again.
"So you must not grieve for me," she
said, returning persistently to her point.
She waa quite simple snd honest. Hers
waa that rare wisdom which Is given only
to the pure la heart, for tbey see through
Into the soul of man and sift out the honest
from among the . false.
It seemed, that ah had gained her object,
for Stoke wa visibly relieved. He told
her many thing which he bad withheld
from other Inquirers. He cleared Dixon's
good name from anything but that liability
to error which ta only human, snd spoke of
the captain's splendid nerve and steadiness
In the hour of danger. Insensibly they
lspaed into a low-voiced discus lion of
Dixon as of the character of a lost friend
equally dear to them both.
Then he rose to take his leave before It
waa really necessary to go In order to
catch his train. Impatient to meet her eyea
which were waiting for his for a mo
ment as they said good-bye; as tbe man
who is the slave of a habit walta impa
tiently for the time when he can give way
He went home to tbe room he always oc
cupied near his club In London. There he
found a number of letters which bsd beea
sent on from the steamship company's
office. The first' he opened bore the post
mark of St. Just In Cornwall. It waa from
tbe coast guard captain of that remote
western station, and It had been originally
posted to St. Kerverne.
"Dear sir," be wrote. "One ef your crew
or passengers has turned up here on foot.
He must have been wandering about for
nearly a week and Is destitute. At times
his mind la unhinged. He began to write
a letter but could not finish It and gives
no name. Please come over and Identify
htm. Meanwhile I will take good care of
Stoke opened the folded paper which had
dropped from the envelope.
"Dear Jack," It began. One or two
sentence followed, but ther wa no se
quence or sense In them. The writing
waa that of Captain Dixon without Its
characteristic firmness or cohesion.
Stoke glanced at bis watcb and took up
his bag a new bag burrlendly bought In
Falmouth stuffed full of .a few necessities
pressed upon blm by kind persons at St.
Keverne when he stood among them In
tha clothea In which be bad swum ashore,
which had dried upon him during a long
November Bight. There waa Just Matte ta
catch the alght mail to Feasance. Hsevea
wat kind te blm and gave blm bo time te
The coach leavea Penzance at t In tbe
morning for a two-hours' climb over bare
moorland to St. Just a little gray, remote
town on the western sea. The loneliness of
tbe hill I emphasised here aad there by
the ruin of an abandoned mine. St. Just
Itself, the very acme of remoteness Is
yearly diminishing ia Importance and pop
ulation, sending forth ber burrowing sons
to those places In the world where sliver
and copper and gold ara found.
The coast-gusrd csptaln was awaiting
Stoke'a arrival in the little deserted square
where the Penzance omnibus deposits its
passengers. - The two men shook bands
with that subtle and silent fellowship
which ' draws together seamen of all
classes and all nations. They walked
away together on matters of their daily
"He doesn't pick up at all," said the
coast-guard captain at length; "Just sits
mum all day. My wife looka after blm,
but she can't stir him up. It anybody
could she could."
And the man walked on looking straight
la front of blm with a patient eye. He
spoke with unconscious feeling.
"He Is a gentleman despite the clothes
be came ashore la. Getting across to the
southern state under a cloud a likely aa
not," be said presently. "Some bank
manager perhaps. He must have changed
clothe with some forecastle band. Tbey
were seamen's clothes and he had been
sleeping or biding In a ditch."
He led the way te his house, standing
apart ia the well-kept garden of the sta
tion. He opened tha door of the simply-
furnished drawing room.
'Here '4a a friend come to see you," be
ssld, and standing aside he lavlted Stok
by a silent gesture of the head to pass In.
A man waa sitting in front of the fire
with bis back toward tbe door. He did
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aot move or turn bla bead. Stoke closed
the door behind him as bu entered the
room and went slowly toward the fireplace
Dixon turned and looked at blm wltt
shrinking eyes, like the eyes of a dog thai
j bss been beaten.
i "Let us get nn to the cllns," he said la
' a whisper. "We cannot talk here."
He waa clean shaven and his hair was
grizzled at the temples, ills face looked
oddly weak, for he had a rather lrreaoluto
fbln, hitherto hidden by bla amsrt beard.
Few would have recognised him.
By way of reply 6toke went back toward
"Come on, then," he ssld. rsther curtly.
They did not speak until they had passed
out beyond the town toward tbe bare ta
bleland that leads to the sea.
"Couldn't face It. Jack that'e the truthi"
said tbe captain at last, "and It you or
an- others trv to make me I'll shoot my
self. How many waa it? Tell me quickly,
"Over 190." replied Stoke.
They walked out on the bare tableland
aod eat down on a crumbling wall.
"And what do the papers say? I bate
not dared to ask for one."
Stoke shrugged his square shoulders.
"What doea It matter what they say)"
answered the man, who had never aeou
his owa name In the newspapers. Perhaps
he failed to understand Dixon's point of
"Have you seen Mary?" asked the cap
Then they sat In silence for some min
utes. There wss a heavy sea running and
tbe rocks round the Land's End were
black In a bed of pure white. Tha Long
ship's lighthouse stood up, a gray shadow
ia a gray scene.
"Come," said Stoke, "be a man end face
There waa no answer rnd the speaker
sat staring across the lashed water to
the west, hla square chin thrust forward,
his resolute lips close pressed, bis eyea
Impassive. There wsi obviously only one
course through life for this seaman the
"If It is only for Mary's sake." he added
"Keeping the Gull lightship ESE and
having the South Foreland V by N, you
should find six fathoms of water at a neap
tide." muttered Captain Dixon In a low
monotone. He waa unconscious of hla
companion's presence and spoke like one
talking in his dreams. ,
Stoke sat motionless by blm while be
took his steamer in Imagination through
the Downs and round the North Foreland.
But what he said was mostly nonsense
and he mixed up tbe bearings of the inner
snd outer channel Into a hopeless Jumble.
Then he sat huddled upon the wall and
lapsed again Into a eilcnt dream with eyj
fixed on the western sea. Stoke took him
by the arm and led him back to the town,
thla harmless, soft-speaking creature who
had once been a brilliant man nnd had
made but one mistake at sea.
Stoke wrote a long letter to Mary Dixon
that afternoon. He took lodgings In a cot
tage outside St. Juat, oa the tableland that
overlooks the sea. He told the captain of
the coat guards that he had been able to
Identify this man and had written to his
people In London.
Dixon recognized her when she came, but
he aoon lapsed again Into his dreamy atato
of Incoherence, and that which made blm
lose hi grip on his reason was again the
terror of having to face the world as the
captain of the lost Grandhaven. To humor
blm they left St. Just and went to Lon
don. They changed Ihelr nemo to that
which Mary bad borne before their mar
riage, a French-Canadian name. Balllere.
A great London specialist held out a dim
hope of ultimate recovery.
"It was brought on by aome great shock'
"Yes," answered 6toke, "by a great
"Yes," answered Stoke alowly.
It is yeara since tho loss of Grandhaven
and its atory waa long ago superseded and
forgotten. And the London specialist was
The Balllerea live now In the cottage
westward of St. Just toward the sea, where
Stake took lodgings. It was the cspuln's
wlah to return to this remote spot. When
ever Captala Stake returns to Cngland he
spends his brief leave ef absence In Jour
neying te the forgotten mining town. Ball
lere passes his daya In his garden or sit
ting on the low wall, looking with vacant
eyea across the sea, whereon his name waa
once a household word. Hla secret Is still
safe. The world still exonerates him be
cause he was Crowned.
''He sits and dream a all day," Is the re
port that 'Mary always gives to Stoke wben
she meets him in the town square, where
the Penzance omnibus, the only link with
the outer world, deposit It rare passen
gers. "And you?" Stoke once asked ber In a
moment of unusual expansion, bis deep
voice half muffled with suppressed - sus
pense. She glanced at him with that waltlug
look which he knewa to be there, but never
meets. For he Is a bard man hard to her,
harder to himaelt.
And who shall gauge a woman's dream
Reflections of Bachelor.
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The way to praise anything a woman
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The fun that a woman get out of an
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to get mad.
Wben a woman confesses ber age she
thinks to let you know how much younger
she is than ber younger sister.
A woman can stand being kissed against
her will all right, but it make ber very
indignant if you don't pretend to uao force.
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