Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922, November 24, 1912, THE Semi-MONTHLY MAGAZINE SECTION, Image 43
OBTAIN. ee SUSAN DREW Jack London I lustrations by John O.Todaml SINSKT OF pi! and blue and rose palpitated on the horizon. A tapestry of misty rain, draping downward from indefinite clouds, obscured t lie eastern line of sea and sky. Midway between, slightly nearer to the rain, a painted rainbow reached almost to the zenith. So lofty was its arch that the ends seemed to curve in ward to the ocean in a vain attempt to complete the perfect circle. Into this triumphal arch, toward the blue twilight beyond, sailed an open boat. Nor did ever more strangely freighted boat lloat on the Pacific. In the sternslieets, on the weather side, a stupid-looking Norwegian sailor, in uniform of a quartermaster, steered with one hand, while with the other he held the sheet of the spritsail. From a holster, belted about bis waist, peeped the butt of a business-like revolver. His cap lay on his knees, re moved for the sake of coolness; and his short llaxen hair was prodigiously ridged over a bruise of recent origin. Meside the sailor sat two women. The nearer one was comfortably stout and ma tronly, with large, dark eyes full, direct, human. Her shoulders were protected against sunburn by a man's light overcoat. Because of the heat, this was open ami un buttoned, revealing the decol lete and rich materials of din ner dress. Jewels glinted in the hair, at the neck, and on he fingers. Meside her was a oung woman oi two or three find twenty, likewise decollete, sun-shielded by a strip of stained oilskin. Her eyes, as well as the straight fine nose and the line of the red curve of the not too passionate mouth, advertised the closest relationship with the first woman. In the opposite stern sheet and on the first cross sent, lolled three men in black trousers and dinner jackets. Their heads were protected by small squares of stained oil skin similar to that which lay across the young woman's shoulders. One. a youngster of eighteen, wore an expres sion of deepest yearning; the second, half as old again, talked with the daughter; the third, middle-aged and com placent, devoted himself to the mother. Amidships, on the bottom alongside tlio centerboard ease, sat two dark-eyed women, as evidently maids as their na tionality was, respectively, the one Spanish and the other Italian. On the other side of the. centerboard, very straight backed and erect, was an un mistakable Knglish valet, with gaze always set on the middle aged gentleman to anticipate any want or order. For'ard of the centerbonrd and just aft the mast-step, crouched two hard-featured Chinese, both with broken bends swathed in bloodv swent-cloths, both clad in dungaree garments, grimed anil blackened with oil and eoaldusl. When it is considered that hundreds of weary -en leagues intervened between the open boat and the nearest land, the inappropriatencss of costume of half of its occupants may be appreciated. "Well, brother Willie, what would you rather have or go swimming?" teased the young wo-iian. "A cigarette, if Harrison were n't such a pincher,'' the youth answered bitterly. "I've only four left," Harrison said. "You've smoked the whole ease. 1 've had only two." Temple Harrison was a joker. He winked privily at Patty Clifford, drew a curved silver case from his hip pocket, anil carefully counted the four cigarettes. Willie Gifi'ord watched with so ferocious infatuation that his sister cried out : "M-r-r! Stop it ! You make mo shiver. You look positively cannibalistic." "That 's all right for you," was the brother's retort. "You don't know what tobacco means, or vou 1 look The (kipper again caught tight of handt and tried to (ling them from him, camnlmlMic yourself. You will, any way," he con cluded ominously, "after a couple of days more. I noticed you were n't a bit shy of Inking a bigger cup of water than the rest when Harrison passed it around. 1 was n't asleep." Patty Hushed guiltily. "It was only a sip," she leaded. Harrison took out one cigarette, handed it over, and snapped the ease shut. "Mlackniailor !" he hissed. Put Willie (lill'oiil was oblivious. Already, with trembling lingers, he had lighted a match and was drawing the first inhalation deep into bis lungs. On his face wns n vacuous ecstasy. "Kverything will come out all right," Mrs. Clifford was saying to Sedley Mrown, who sat opposite her in the sternslieets. "Certainly; after thu miracle of Inst night, being saved by some passing ship is the merest bagatelle," ho agreed. "It m a miracle. 1 can not understand now how our party remained intact ami got away in the one bont. And if it had n't been for the purser, Peyton would n't have been saved, nor your maids." "Nor would we, if it had n't been for dear, brave Captain Ashley," Mrs. (JitVord took up. "It was he. ami the first offi cer." "They were heroes," Sedley Mrown praised warmly. "Put still, there could have been so few saved, I don't see . . ." "I don't see why you don't see, with you and Mother the lieaxiost stockholders in the line." Willie Clifford dashed in. "Why should n't they have made a special effort 7 It was up to them." Temple Harrison smiled to himself. Petweeu them, Mrs. (lill'ord and Sedley Mrown owned the majority of the slock of the Asiatic Mail the nourishing steamship line that old Silas Clifford had built for the purpose of feed ing his railroad with through freight from China and .Inpan. Mrs. (iilVoril bad married his sou, Seth, and the stock at the same time. "I am sure, Willie, we were given no unfair considera tion." Mrs. (liU'onl repriced. "Of course, shipwrecks aie at tended by confusion and dis order, and strong measures are necessary to stay a panic. We were very fortunate, that is all." "I wasn't asleep," Willie replied. "And all I 've got to say is, it 's up to you to make the hoard of directors pro mole Captain Ashley to be Commodore; that is, if he ain't dead and gone, which I guess he is." "As I was saying," Mrs. Clifford addressed Sedley Mrown, "the worst is past. It is scarcely a matter of hard ship ere we shall he rescued. The weather is delight fill, and the nights are not the slightest