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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Times-Advocate, 1938-11-17, Page 6THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 17, W38 THE EXETER TIMES-ADVOCATE Black Horizon” Why—" “He’s only a native. Besides, I got to think of myself. I’d be bait for those sharks before I swam halfway to the schooner," Great Storm of 1913 Recalled by Joseph Lewis Chadwick farther, ever searching for her—the woman he loved above all others— that no man could lose so much in so short a time and still not be part­ ly mad. He little cared now that he had lost Maglaya, and all that it had meant to him, his^hopes and dreams of years, Nor did the loss of his schooner mean a great deal. Nor the money Duraud had paid him for his buildings on Maglaya. All that mattered, all that could ever matter, was that he had lost—her. He did not know how long he made his tortuous way along that beach. He had forgotten time, the storm, himself. He could only think that the sea had taken Sonya, and a ter­ rible hate for the sea, which now he had lovea, possessed He hated the pounding of the hated the tangy smell of the water, the swirling foam that lapped at his feet. He nearly collided with a figure that appeared through the lashing rain. It was Maya Jack Cannaghan All Rand’s hatred for the sea found a target in this man who be­ hind all that had happened. They stood facing each other, these two men; Maya Jack Cannaghan and Rand Kirby. Maya Jack looked as far from sane as Rand. His face was Utterly tragic. “Sonya—where is she?” Rand de­ manded. “I’ve searched the shore—” Maya Jack said, tonelessly. “You alone killed her!” cried. He lunged forward, at man and wanting to reach His blow, aimed at Maya face, was right-handed. He had for­ gotten how stiff and sore his arm was. The blow never could have landed. As it was, Maya Jack push­ ed him aside and stumbled on along the beach, searching Rand followed the man, searching too. Morning came. And Rand found how hypocritically calm the sea could be. The raging mountains of water had vanished. The sea lay in choppy waves and low swells. There were not even any white to ruffle the even emerald wa- The sun broke through the clouds and everything seemed and peaceful. The beach lay j now, drying, strewn with Only those on the shore and until him. surf; salt Rand hating him. Jack's caps t ter. high calm white shells, the palms behind them looked be­ draggled. But there iwas the Ven­ tura still, high on the reef and lean­ ing to starboard, not more than fifty yards from shore. Maya Jack 'Cannaghan was still searching the beach. The others were there, too; Balu, the other sea­ man—all except one, and Kelly Burk who lay on his face in a stupor, and Jacques LaBlanc, strange and for­ bidding, red-bearded and savage. Pete Barker came to Rand; he was hollow-eyed. “All here but the girl and one of the natives,’’ Pete said, mournfully. “And look—” Rand’s gaze followed the man’s extended arm. Pete pointed out to sea. Rand looked and shuddered. He saw those triangular sail fins cleaving the water in furious speed ■that meant nothing but sharks. Then they heard Maya Jack’s booming voice, Rand sprang to his feet. Maya Jack was gesturing with far up the shore. Rand, hope tearing at liis heart, and fear, too, began running toward him. It was Sonya. Maya Jack stood over her, his face like graven bronze She lay on her back, her arms out­ stretched. Her face was pale, her eyes closed. Her bosom rose and fell deeply. “Sonya—” The sound burst from Rand’s lips like a grateful prayer. He knelt beside her and lifted her to hold her against him. “Rand. Is it you, Rand?” Sonya asked, her voice a horse whisper. “Yes, Sonya,” was all he could say. Something not physical chok­ ed her further utterance. "I’m so glad. I—I thought all through the night that you—” Sonya broke off, shuddering. “But you are here—oh, Rand!” Her face was buried against his shoulder. Rand looked up at Maya Jack. The expression on the big blond man’s face was that of a man who has lost far more than life. It was an expression Rand never want­ ed to see again—on any man’s face. Tired Out Before Day Half Over Women who should be strong and healthy become weak, run down and worn out, and are unable to attend to their household duties. Some disease or constitutional dis­ turbance has left its mark in the form of shattered nerves, impover­ ished blood, and an exhausted con­ dition of the entire system. Women will find Jn Milbwnjs rt fi >n Health and Nerve Pills they need to supply f< exhausted nerve force, i, will help them bark to feet health ntrain. The T. Milburn Co.. Ltd., ' th* md rl nnedv r the Vul, was but a flicker now: there was no blaze there. Maya Jack turned abruptly and, like a man in a trance, walked slowly away. The sea might breed terror at night, but it gave strength on the morrow. The morning hours brought vitality, erased memories of the night’s horrors. Sonya slept peace­ fully throughout the morning. When she awakened, Rand brought her cocoauuts from the palms that grew in abundance on the island, Balu brought edible shellfish, but uncooked they were unpalatable to Sonya. That afternoon Rand &nd Sonya began a survey of the island. They followed the beach, it extended north and south about a mile and a half in all. It was a scant half mile in width, and covered by a dense growth of jungle brush. They found the decaying structure of a nipa long abandoned. That was the sign of man upon the island. Sonya voiced a question that been troubling Rand throughout the day> “What island is this?” she ask­ ed, and: “Do ships ever come here?” “I don’t know the name of the isle,” Rand confessed. “It’s only an unmarked speck on the charts. I’m afraid ships never put in here. There are no inhabitants, and the water supply js poor, no call to Sonya's “Then we ly!” she hut, only had haveShips would put iq here.” eyes were frightened, may be here—indefinite- exclaimed. “Here with those—men.” « Rand nodded, gloomily. Then: “But there’s no use worrying. We’ll have to make the best of it. At any rate, you are still escaping that bore­ dom you told me about the first out of Maglaya.” ' Sonya smiled faintly. “That’s true. I haven’t been bored since I was taken aboard the Ventura. After what has happened, civilization will seem pretty dull.” Rand looked at her amused. “You once said you never met men like Maya Jack Cannaghan and me back home. I suppose we don’t stack up very well in yo’ur estimation.” She was silent for a long interval, not looking to^sea. Her “You must you, Rand," “Much more at him but staring out face was very grave, know what I think of she said at long than of any other man. “Sonya!” Rand close to her, swept Suddenly, somehow, it* didn’t matter that she belonged to Henri Duraud. It seemed that she could belong to no other than him. She was impas­ sive in his embrace, her head thrown back, her face uplifted to his, her lips slightly parted, her eyes glowing behind veils of long lashes. Rand found himself kissing her, once, then again, greedily as if she were his alone. He knew that this time there would be no inane apology. “You are mine, Sonya,” he said, hollowly, his lips seeking hei’ eyes, her forehead, her soft cheeks. “Out here men are accustomed to taking what they want. And I want you, Sonya. You!" “And I want you, Rand,” Sonya whispered, almost inaudibly. Then she was pushing him away from her. He saw her staring over his shoulder. He turned, frowningly, and saw Maya Jack. Maya Jack’s face was hard, his eyes narrowed to mere slits. He stood fists on sides, his long legs wide spread. Rand went cold looking at the man, and he knew that though he had never feared any man, he feared Maya Jack Cannagh­ an. More, he saw that Maya Jack was armed. There was a revolver thrust through his belt. Rand was conscious of his own helplessness. His right arm was useless, and he was unarmed. He had lost his own gun in the storm. But Maya Jack meant no trouble. He said, merely, “Stole a march on me, didn’t you, Kirby?” Then, with­ out awaiting an answer: “Your na­ tive Balu, needs you. He was prowl­ ing in the brush and a snake bit him Rand nodded, He turned to Son­ ya, took her they hurried Balu was the shade of His face was slate-colored, blotched His eyes were wide and staring, and he groaned and writhed in agony. : He looked at Rand 1____.... Perspiration beaded his face stream­ ed down his neck and chest. He was bleeding slightly at the nose. Rand hurriedly knelt beside him and look­ ed at his left leg. The ankle swelling. It looked bad. The others, Maya Jack, Sonya, Barker, looking frightened, other natives, even Jacques LaBlanc and Kelly Burk, crowded about. "This will have to be cut," Rand said. "It’s bad," "Take his knife/’ Maya Jack eaid. j Rand took Balu’s knife from his | sarong. It was a big, clumsy thing, ig last, I’ve ever thought Very much more cried. He stepped her into his arms. then that hand in his. Together along the shore. lying on his back, in a bush near the beach. i And Rand had to use his left hand. “It’s too clumsy,” he said. “You’ll have to use it,” Maya Jack said, with a shrug. Sonya stepped forward. She took from a pocket in her slacks the knife Rand had given her on the schooner. “Here is your knife, Rand,” she said. Maya Jack looked at her, his face suddenly glowing dully. He knew why she had possessed that knife. Rand took the knife, opened it. He hesitated scowling at the swol­ len ankle. It was becoming huge, and was discolored. The twin fang marks stood out, ghastly and vene- mous. Balu groaned, and Rand looked at the native’s face. Balu’s eyes were 1 too-bright; they still pleaded. Rand gritted his teeth hard. It wasn’t easy. Then, steeling himself he cut a long, deep gash directly through the fang marks. The knife was but a makeshift scalpel, but it did the trick. He continued to cut, not sparing Balu pain. Balu’s entire body was taut like a sail in a high wind. The cuts be­ gan bleeding slowly at first, then freely. Rand worked the flesh with his fingers, kneading it. After a time he took Balu’s turbaii and a bamboo stock and applied a tourniquet above the knee. He arose, finally, , grim-faced. “There is still venom in his system,” he said. “There is anti-venin aboard the schooner, will save his life. Will : swim out—” He looked at of faces about him. . He saw there "no offer to compassion except in the Sonya Duraud. Maya Jack said. “There sharks between shore and schooner.” “The chances are a man could make it out to the boat,” Rand said. “And lower a boat for the return.” “He’s your man," Maya Jack said, gruffly. “Why don’t you go?" Rand, did not answer. They all knew his arm was hanging useless. He looked long at each face. Barker’s was filled with fear, ques LaBlanc merely leered. Burk’s face was blank; he took huge aluminum flask from his shirt and held it out to Rand. Band gruf­ fly brushed it aside. The natives grouped together, casting overt glances seaward and chattering in native dialect about the danger of the sharks. Sonya went and Maya Jack Cannaghan. go?" she asked, looking ly in the face. “Why should I?” he life is valuable to me. Why should I risk it—for a native?” Sonya turned to LaBlanc. not repeat her question, but bearded man shook his head Kelly Burk evaded her look ing his flask to his mouth, turned to timid Fete Barker. “Why don’t you go?” she “The man will die—’’ Pete squirmed under her glance. “I—I’m afraid!’ abjectly. ‘ 'Those sharks— “What are you afraid of, Pete?” Sonya asked, spiritedly. “You’ve been afraid all your life. Why?” Pete rubbed a hand over his mouth; it trembled. “I—I don’t know!” he said. “Are you afraid to die?” Sonya asked, her voie'e strangely calm. “Yes!” Pete said, his thin face blanched. “Why?" “I don’t Pete cried. is Possibly that somebody : the ring help, no face of are the Pete Jac- Kelly a stood before “Won’t you him square- asked. “My She did the red- anyway. by rais- Sonya asked steady he said, know! I don’t know!” “Lay off me, will you!" CHAPTER IX Strangely enough, it was no longer Maya Jack Cannaghan who dominat­ ed the group. Somehow he had lost his hold on himself, on his fellow­ men. Sonya Duraud, she who look­ ed almost boyish in her skirt and jersey—it was she who now was the domineering spirit among those stranded on the island. A breeze had sprung up. It tousled her black hair. Her eyes were bright and her cheeks flushed. Her bosom rose and fell, her hands on her hips, .charmingly valiant crea­ ture. She no longer looked at Maya Jack, nor at any of the others. They seemed beneath her notice. She di­ rected hei' pleas at Pete Barker, who pleadingly,!seemed as much frightened of her was♦ Pete the "You don’t know that." Pete moistened his lips. His eyes bulged, and he looked as though he wanted to escape Sonya’s attack. Yet he hadn’t the courage to move avtay from her. "What," Sonya flung at him again "are you afraid of? Why have you always been afraid?" He didn’t'answer. There was pos­ sibly no answer. A wondering look came over his face, as if he were asking himself what it was he had to fear. Then, abruptly, he covered his face with his shaking hands and sank down upon the sand. Balu was suddenly groaning tor- turously. He had lost consciousness- Rand found as he knelt by the strick­ en man. Rand tried long to com­ fort him. His efforts were for naught. Balu was beyond knowing quiet, Rand stayed by his side. The others moved away. It was Pete Barker’s alarmed shout that brought Rand to his feet after an indeterminable time. Rand ran out onto the beach. He saw Pete pointing a trembling arm twoard the water. Rand’s glance followed the pointed arm. He went suddenly cold, Sonya had waded ou't into the surf. Rand shouted. He ran down the beach. Sonya did not heed his shocked cries. She was knee-deep in the water, already far out, and push­ ing forward rapidly. “Sonya!" Rand cried. “Sonya— don’t go! Sonya—” He could not run well with his right arm stiff and aching. It han­ dicapped him in that as in every­ thing else. He stumbled in th© loose sand, fell headlong and sprawling. He got up to find Pete Barker run­ ning past him, shouting and plung­ ing into the surf. Sonya halted when she heard Pete shout. She waited until the little man was quite close. Rand saw them converse for a minute or two and then Sonya retraced her steps to­ ward shore, Rand ran to her as she emerged from the water. “Why,” he demand­ ed breathless with shock and exer­ tion, “did you do that?” Sonya smiled strangely. “Wait,” she said, “and you will see why.” (To be continued) Sign of Times “How was the scenery on your trip?” “It ran largely to toothpaste and smoking tobacco." Op. Novemhox' 0, 1013, in the storm that swept the Great Lakes, 14 vessels and between. 250 aiid 300 lives were lost. The following; is reprinted frQm a clipping in the possession of Mrs. Ezra Brenner, Grand Bend. Dead Accounted For Carruthers ,... 28 Manchester ,. 26 Regina ......... 22 Butters ......... 20 McGean ........ 28 Plymouth ..... 7 Wexford .....,. 22 Leafield .....,. 15 Price ..........28 Lightship 321 6 Argus .........,. 26 Nottingham .. 3 Lafayette ...... 12 —. Hydrus ......... 28 TOTAL .....271 AT THEDFORD — Three from the Regina, seven from the Charles F. Price, and one other unknown. AT ZURICH—Seven from the Wex­ ford. AT GODERICH — Three from the McGean. AT SARNIA—Four from the Price. Sarnia, Nov. 13.—That a total of at least 14 vessels and between 25b at Grand Bend, Ont,, in Lake Huron. Regina, of, Toronto, crew of 22; capsized in Lake Huron, Wexford, of Toronto, crew of 22; believed to have possibly collided with Regina and sunk in Lake Huron Leafield, of Sault Ste. Marie, crew of 15; wrecked on Angus Island, in Lake Superior. Plymouth, of Menomineee, Mich., crew of seven; sunk off St, Martin’s Island, Lake Michigan. [Lightship No. 32, crew of six; sunk off Buffalo in Lake Erie. M. F. Butters, of Milwaukee; crew’ of 20; believer to have floun­ dered in Lake Superior. Wm. Nottingham, of Cleveland; three of crew of 25 wrecked near Sand Island, Lake Superior. Qty? Sxeter (Junra-Aduuiute Established |873 and 1887 at Exeter, Ontario Published every Thursday MjoraiiaJ5 SUBSCRIPTION—$2. OiO per year in advance RATE'S—Farm or Real Estate for sale 50c. each insertion for first four insertions. 25c. each subse­ quent insertion, Miscellaneous ar­ ticles, To Rent, Wanted, Lost, or Found 10c. per line of six word*,. Reading notices 10c. per line. Card of Thanks 50 c. Legal ad­ vertising 12 and 8c. per line. Im Mem or jam, with one verse 5do. extra verses 25c. each. Member of The Canadian Weekly Newspaper Aseociation as he was of everything and every­ one else. Rand saw that Pete was profound­ ly affected. His frightened eyes rov­ ed from Sonya to the writhing fig­ ure of Balu, and then out to the schooner, it seemed, scared as he was, he was weighing his chances. ‘ I won’t do it!" he said, almost screaming, “I’d never make it!" “Pete,” said Sonya calmly, “there is a man lying dying. It is in your power to save his life. There is dan­ ger, yes, but there is always danger -..some sort of danger to everything. and 300 lives were lost in the.great blizzard that enveloped the Great Lakes from Sunday until Tuesday is indicated in the compilation to-day of reports reoeved in various points on the Lakes. In addition, 21 other vessels were partially or wholly destroyed, their crews escaping. The list of lost vessels and their death is apportioned as follows: John A. McGean, of Cleveland; craw of 28; lost somewhere off Sar­ nia’, Ont., in Lake Huron. (Charles F. Price, of Cleveland; crew of 28; sunk off Goderich, Ont., in Lake Huron. James S. 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