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LEGAL
Phone No. 91
JOHN L HIJGGARD
Barrister, Solicitor,
Notary Publics, Etc.
Seattle Brock - ISeaforth, Out,
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• JOHN GRIEVE, V.S.
Honor graduate of Ontario Veterin-
ary College. All diseases of domestic
enaals treated. Calls promptly at-
tended to and charges moderate. Vet -
*ripely Dentistry a specialty. Office
and residence on Goderich Street, one
door oast of Dr. Mackay's office, Sea -
A. R. CAMPBELL, V.S.
Graduate of Ontario Veterinary
College, University of Toronto. All
diseases of domestic animals treated
gCharges
most modern principles.
reasonable. Day or night
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Main Street, Hensall, opposite Town
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MEDICAL
DR. E. J. R. FORSTER
Rye, Ear, Nose and Throat
Graduate in Medicine, University of
Toronto.
Late assistant New York Ophthal-
and and Aural Institute, Moorefield's
Bye and Golden Square Throat Hos-
pitals, London; Eng. At Commercial
Hotel, Seafortli, third Monday in
each month, from 11 am, to 8 p.m.
33 Waterloo Street, South, Stratford.
DR. W. C. SPROAT
Graduate of Faculty of Medicine,
• University of Western Ontario, Lon-
• don. Member of College of Physic-
ians and Surgeons of Ontario. Office
in Abeadeart's Drug Store, Main St.,
ikeforth. Phone 90.
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DR. R. P. L DOUGALL
Honor graduate of Faculty of
Medicine and Master of Science, Uni-
vanity of Western Ontario, London.
Member of College of Physicians and
Surgeons of Ontario. Office 2 doors
east of post office. Phone 56, Hensall,
Ontario. 3004-tf
DR. A. NEWTON-BRADY
Bayfield.
Graduate Dublin University, Ire -
ked. Late Extern Assistant Master
Rotunda Hospital for Women and
Children, Dublin. Office at residence
lately occupied by Mrs. Parsons.
Hours. 9 to 10 a.m., 6 to 7 p.m.;
Sundays, 1 to 2 pm. 2866-26
DR. F. J. BURROWS
Office and residence Goderich Street,
least of the United Church, Sea -
Mirth, Phone 46. Coroner for the
County of Huron.
DR. C. MACKAY
C. Mackay, honor graduate of Trin-
ity University, and gold medalist of
Ttiulty Medical College; member' of
the College of Physicians and Sur-
geons of Ontario.
DR. H. HUGH ROSS
Graduate of University of Toronto
Faculty of Medicine, member of Col-
lege of Physicians and Surgeons of
Ontario; pass graduate courses in
Chicago Clinical School' of Chicago ;
loyal Ophthalmic Hospital, London,
Illegland; University Hospital, Lon-
don, England. Office -Back of Do-
minion Bank, Seaforth. Phone No. 5.
Night calls answered from residence,
Victoria Street, Seaforth.
DR. J. A. MUNN
Successor to Dr. R. R. Ross
Graduate of Northwestern Univers-
ity, Chicago, Ill. Licentiate Royal
College of Dental Surgeons, Toronto.
°like over Sills' Hardware, Main St.,
.,forth. Phone 151.
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DR. F. J. BECHELY
Graduate Royal College of Dental
Surgeons, Toronto. Office over W. R.
Smith's Grocery, Main Street, Sea -
forth. Phones: Office, 185W; resi-
dence, 185 J.
CONSULTING ENGINEER
S. W. Archibald, B.A.Sc., (Tor.),
0.L.S, Registered Professional En -
=Land Land Surveyor. Associate
r Engineering Institute of Can-
ada. Office, Seaforth, Ontario.
AUCTIONEERS
•
THOMAS BROWN
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of Huron and Perth. Correspondence
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By FRANK L. PACKARD
Four Short Novels of Crime on the
High Seas
(Continued from last week) tion -that they might be put to still
• another use to -night, and perhaps now
"No, no -I won;t! I ean't!" Her mean the way to freedom. Manacles
voice was low, broken -a half sob. -freedom'! -Sounded foolish, that !
Damn it, he was shaky -a bit sick -
but 'he couldn't afford to crash.
He reached' the hallway and paused
now to listen. There was na sound
from the Malay guard outside. The
voices 'of the red-haired man and
Muggy MacGuise came discordantly
from behind the closed door in front
of him. He released his hand from
its sling. A good deal would depend
on what he could do with it -if, for
instance, he could raise his forearm
from' 'the elbow. He tested it. It
brought 'sweat beads out on his fore-
head, gave him excruciating pain, and
he bit his lips to suppress a cry -but
the forearm came up from the elbow
and, by supporting it against his hip,
he could keep it there. It was en-
ough -quite enough. He let it dangle
again at his side.
'He stepped now to the door from
behind which came that sound of voic-
es. It took an instant, no ,more, to
fling the door wide, and stand inside
the room. The safe was open now,
and the two men crouching before it,
in the act of transferring its contents
to the handbag, swung sharply
around -4o stare at a bare-footed,
blood-stained and bedraggled figure
who smiled coldly as he covered them
with a revolver. There was a look
of stunned bewilderment on the red-
haired man's face as he lurched to
his feet --a quick snarl and a torrent
of blasphemous invective from the
little rat -eyed. man, who, instead of
making any attempt to gain his feet,
jerked his hand toward his pocket.
"Don't do that!" Martin Lane's
voice was level, 'ominously without in-
flection.
The man's hand' dropped back.
Martin 'Lane spoke again - as
though there had been no interrup-
tion:
' "The only chance to live you two
have got is 'that you do what you
are told, and the only chance I have
to live and get out of this depends
on the same thing. It's an even
break. If you raise the alarm and
bring the rest of your cutthroats here
I am perfectly well aware that it is
the end of me and that girl in there
--but the point is that if you force
the issue you two will die first, It's
rather plain, isn't it? The cads are
on the table. Now" -his voice rang
suddenly sharp and imperative -
"stand up beside each other, face the
wall and put your hands above your
heads!"
Sullenly, slowly, the two men obey-
ed. The little crook had become
speechless, though his lips worked as
if in a sort of dumb fury. The red-
haired man had found his voice -lie
cursed 'witout cessation in a mono-
tone, but one that he took care to keep
guarded and low.
Martin Lane stepped up behind
them, transferred 'his revolver to his
left hand which he raised to his hip,
and with his right hand he relieved
the two of their weapons. These he
tucked inside his shirt and from his
own pocket drew out the pair of man-
acles.
' "Now," he ordered curtly, "each of
you put the hand that is nearer the
other down behind your back!"
Again sullenly, slowly, they obey-
ed.
• The manacles snapped over their
wrists.
"You may turn around now." said
Martin Lane sharply, "and finish your
work. 'Put the rest of that cash into
the handbag! You came for it, and
there's no reason why you should go
away without it -instead of leaving
it for the rest of your blood -spilling
lot. And" -his voice of a sudden
rasped and snarled -"shake a leg!
You've no time to spare. If I'm
caught in here, I fire --at you,"
They mouthed, they cursed, they
raved at him; but they worked. They
knelt on the floor again, and what of
cash and papers that were left in
the safe they placed in the handbag
-and the while, it seemed to Martin
Lane as he glanced in that direction
the upturned' face of the murdered
man near by 'brooded upon the scene
with 'strange and gruesome contem-
plation Martin Lane turned his head
away, his lips twitching. If it were
not for Carol-! He restored his
wounded arm to its improvised sling.
"Take the bag between you now
with your manacled hand's," he order-
ed. "Eaeh a handle! Yes, like that!
And now listen to what I say! The
bag 'swinging 'between you won't in-
terfere. You are like one man now
with his two arms still free. You will
go into that room where the girl and
the wounded' man are, pick the man
up from the bed, carry him down to
the beach in front of the house, and
put him in a boat that is moored there
at the dock. If any of your crew
can't leave you here, unele, like
this -no matter what happens."
A week voice answered hers -a
man's voice -the words coming )al-
most in gasps:
"They're counting on that - that
you wouldn't leave me -that a why
they've left you alone so far, It's
the only chance. You must take it,
Carol -at once. • Try and get out of
the house. Take the boat at the dock.
Find some of the natives in the woods
to row you-tonly twenty miles
straight across to Marston's island.
You'll be there 'before daybreak. You
mustn't think of me -you rivistn't-
do no good. They've done far me -
like -like Starling. I -I 'haven't got
much longer -your only chance -you
mustn't think of me -1-"
'Martin Lane found the door, open-
ed it, and stepped into the other room.
The light of a small, shaded lamp,
that stood on a table beside a bed-
stead in the far corner, threw into a
sort 'of filmy relief only its immedi-
ate surroundings. The rest of the
room was in shadow. But the light
showed a man's face on the bed -an
old man's face -waxen, deathlike in
pallor; and, kneeling on the floor be-
side the bed, the drooped' shoulders
of a girl.
"Carol!" There was a catch in
Martin Lane's voice -like a dry sob.
He stepped toward her. "Carol!" he
said again.
With a low, startled cry, she sprang
to her feet, and, turning, faced him.
He was in the shadows; she was not.
He could see the hazel eyes wide, with
amaze -and then, suddenly, snatching
the lamp from the table, she held it
up until the rays were in his face. He
saw the color fade from her cheeks.
and whiteness come, and deepen into
an ashen gray. He saw the lamp
tremble in her hand.
'Her lips moved. Contempt, loath-
ing, the bitterness of despair were in
her voice.
"I heard you had left your ship,"
she said. "So you have come to this
--a marauder!"
For a moment his mind seemed
stunned, his 'brain to refuse its func-
tions. And then it cleared.
"Carol!" he whispered hoarsely.
'You' don't think -you can't think
that I -that I am one of these dev-
ils!"
She made no answer. She replac-
ed the lamp on the table, and, turn-
ing her back, knelt again at the bed-
side. And the old man on the bed
raised himself on his elbow, and made
a pitiful effort to shake a clenched
fist, as 'he choked out a curse.
Martin Lane lurched a little on his
feet. His mouth was dry. His words
came thickly:
"Carol -it's impossible that you
should think anything like that!"
"Is it -since you have come here
with them?" she said in a monotone.
"And, furthermore, it must have been
you who led them here. I noticed
you have been wounded -I siippose
that is what kept you from appearing
on the scene until now; and why, un-
til now, I have been left alone."
Martin Lane brushed his hand, that
still held the Malay's revolver, across
his eyes. There wasn't much time,
none to waste -and he was wasting
it. He could hardly blame her. It
was quite natural -very natural -but
absurdly grotesque, of course, when
he' wanted' to save her if he could -
not simply because she was a woman,
but because she was the woman he
loved -only she wouldn't believe that
-he had 'been mad, insanely mad
once. Curse that shoulder -it was
trying to get the 'better of him again!
And there wasn't an instant to spare
now -that Malay out there might be
dead -or he might only 'be stunned,
and, coming to life', raise the alarm.
Or the red-haired mani-e
"Well, I am not one of them " He
found' himself speaking in a cool quick
incisive way. "De you hear, Carol?
I am not one of them. There is no
time for explanations now. They can
come afterwards -if there is an af-
terwards. You must run for it. Quick
Carol! The way is clear for the mom-
ent to get away from the house. I
can't answer for easen the next min-
ute."'
She answered, still with her 'back
to him, still in the same 'hard mono-
tone:
"I desire no explanations. I would
not leave my uncle no, matter what
you 'said. I shall stay here."
His shoulder was bullet smashed,
his hand tucked helplessly in the boss
om of his shirt. He couldn't carry
that man there on the bed. That was
impossible. And, even if he we're
physically able to do so, it would be
a beastly thing to tear her away from
her uncle, though the man was dying
and wouldn't live probably more than
a few minutes anyhow -and the man
was dying, going fast -he couldn't
even speak any more, though he Was
trying to -and making only contor-
tions with his lips.
An instant longer Martin Lane
hung there, and then, as a sudden,
desperate inspiration came to him, he
turned and, ;without 'a word, half ran,
half 'staggered *ate the room. Though
She wouldn't leave her uncle, and no
Matter what her attitude toward him,
Martin Lane was, there was still a
chance perhaps to save her. If it
failed, then that Wee the end of them
bah -that was all. life wasn't sure
lie* mach of a chance it was. Re
Was Sure onlY that in ogee of failure
the end would not come for them a-
lone, It Was' tamer that those man-
acles were the bests Of that ineptit-
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cuArrEg VI
THE LAST ROUND
Prodded on by Martin Lane's re-
volver the two men crossed the room
and went out into the. hall, not
greciously, but silent new under tthe
spell of a grird logic that they could
quite appreciate was flawless, and on
which depended their tenure upon
life. And then they came into the
inner room beyond.
Martin Lane's lips were like a tight
drawn line; pain from his wound, the
loss of 'blood', seemed to corn striv-
ing with renewed effort to rob him of
his senses. He fought it back with
all his Mental strength. He walked
behind the two, a little unsteadily up-
on his feet.' But they could not see
that. If her uncle were taken away,
Carol would go too of her own accord
-anywhere; she wouldn't leave her
uncle -that was the idea.
They were nearly across the room.
Carol was still kneeling by the bed,
her back 'turned. -She neither moved
nor looked ;aroun.
The two men hesitated. Martin
Lane jabbed, at them with his revol-
ver.
"Go on!" he said between his teeth.
"You know what you've got to do.
Pick that man up!"
'And then the girl was on her feet,
facing them defiantly.
"You shan't!" She cried out. "Let
him alone! You shall' not touch
him!"
The red-haired man brushed her a-
side, and bent Over the bed. He made
a sudden sucking sound with his teeth
and gave vent to an ugly grunt.
"He's dead," said the red-haired
man.
"Dead!' l 'Martin Lane leaned over
the red-haired man's shoulder. For a
moment he stood there staring at the
form on the bed. It was true --quite
true. The old man was' dead. He
found himself striving a's though a-
gainst great odds to think clearly and
rationally. Carol would' come now -
there was no reason for her to. stay
here any longer -the man was dead -
nothing to be gained' 'by it. "Come
away, Carol," he heard himself say-
ing.
"No!" she answered wildly. "I
don't believe it! He's not dead -he's
not! I won't go!" She flung herself
an her knees, her arms outspread over
the bed as though both to 'protect and
cling to the form that lay there, and
broke into sobs.
"But you must, 'Carol." Martin
Lanes voice was breaking; he tried
to steady it. "You must come at
once. Can't you believe me -oh, my
God, can't you 'believe me? It's the
only way. Look! You can see that
I 'have these two men handcuffed."
Her sobs turned to laughter -a wild
outburst of it -mad, 'hysterical laugh-
ter. She seemed suddenly 'beyond self
centro].
"Carry her!"
hoarsely.
The red-headed man and the rat -
eyed little crook strdve to pick her
up. -She turned upon them, gaining
her feet again, and fought them off
madly, battling with them, pounding
at them with his fists, laughing, cry-
ing a's she struggled.
"My God!" moaned Martin
miserably. "My God'!"
'She had gone down in a limp, piti-
ful, unconscious little heap on the
floor.
"Carry hen!"
gain hoarsely.
They picked her up. The bag had
dropped from their hand's. Martin
Lane raised it so that they could grip
it again 'between them.
"Go on!" rasped Martin Lane.
"Quick now!"
They passed out into the hallway,
and along to the door facing the sea.
Martin Lane opened this, stepped a-
side and took up his position again
close 'behind' the two men.
"Go on!" he repeated under his
breath.
It was dark out here, but cut of
the darkness a footstep sounded,
coming quickly in their direction. Mar-
tin, Lane's jaws clamped. Yes, of
course! He had expected some one
to 'be on this side of the house, just
as the Malay 'had been on the other.
Close against the red-haired man, his
revolver muzzle bored into the small
of the other's back. .
A voice called out:
"That you, cap?"
• The revolver muzzle
pressure.
"Yes; it's all right," the red-haired
man 'snarled.
'i he step came nearer.
you gut there -the girl? I
hcr ezwiin'. Let's have a
look."
The revolver muzzle at the. small
of the red-haired man's back again
increased its pressure.
• "Damn it!" shouted out the red-
haired man in a sudden frenzy. "Get
out of here and mind your own busi-
ness!"
"Ohs all right, cap," snickered the
voice. "Keep yer shirt on! I ain't but -
tin' in!"
The step retreated. The revolver
muzzle released its pressure.
"Straight dawn to the beach!" whis-
pered Martin; Lane.
A path leading toward the shore
was just barely discernible in the
blackness. Theyi followed it. It led to
a small dock where, at the foot of
the steps of a little landing stage, a
boat was moored. These they descend-
ed, and at (Martin Lane's orders, Car-
ol Gray was lowered into the stern
of the boat, and the handbag. deposit-
ed 'beside her. He smiled a little grim-
ly as he noted the outline the craft
It was a fahtly large boat -the kind
in general use amongst the, islands
where man power was abundant, and
which was usually rowed by from four
to six natives.
"Cast off that fine for'ard!" Mar-
tin 'Lane directed briefly; and then,
as he Was obeyed: "Neve get in your-
selves-- tuP there toward the bow!"
"Not" The reit-haired Mtn mouth-
ed a sudden oath, Mid held back. What
fore?. 'We dotie What you told us so
said Martin Lane
Lane
said Martin Lane a -
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far because we couldn't help our-
selves, but that's an, end of it -though
some day I'll, make you wish you'd
never been born for this!" He broke
into a flood of furious profanity. You
take these cursed thingshoff our hands
and let us go!"
"Get in!" Martin Lane clipped off
his words.
"Don't you do it, captain!" snarled
the little rat -eyed MaeGuire. "He
don't dare fire any more, 'cause he's
got his chance, to get away now, and
he ain't gain' to risk it."
"You're quite wrong," said Martin
Lane evenly. "I can't row the boat,
as unfortunately my left arm has
been hurt. You two are going to do
it. You are going to row twenty
miles across to an island out there."
"Twenty miles! Out there!" The
red-haired man wheezed his word's, he
seemed to suck them in and out, half
in fear, half in fury. "Why, you fool,
you'd never get there! Not to -night!
There's a storm brewin'. It'll be bad
out there 'before mornin'."
"It would be worse ashore." 'Mar-
tin Lane spoke without movement of
the lips. "Get in!"
They made no movement.
'Martin Lane spoke again - with
ominous patience:
"I can't go without you -you see,
it is still an even 'break. Shall we
all go -'or 'all stay?" His revolver
muzzile cuddled suddenly behind the
little rat -eyed man's' ear. will
give you until I count three. One-"
'The little rat -eyed man squealed
and lunged forward. He drew the
red-haired man after him as the niaan
acles jerked tight. They half spraw-
led, half clambered into the boat.
Martin Lane's head was going a-
round.
"That's 'better!" He swayed a lit-
tle. "Now sit down beside each other
on that 'seat, and ship an oar apiece!"
He fumbled with the stern line, cast
it off, and stepped into the boat him-
self.
The boat slipped out past the dock
and headed for the open sea.
!Martin Lane's mind seemed to be
trying to evade itselftmost curious!
-trying to lay down: on its job -
quit! There were two things he
must do -ship the tiller, and make
Carol comfortable. He succeeded af-
ter difficulty with the tiller; he had
nothing other than the handbag for
Carol's comfort -to use as a support
for her head and shoulders as she lay
there beside him in the stern -sheets.
H's lashed at his brain again, driv-
ing it to service. They weren't any
stars to steer by -only the wind -the
direction of the wind -'he hoped it
wouldn't shift, no matter how hard it
blew. Straight across to Marston's
island -straight across, the old man
had said -twenty miles -there by
daylight.
He laid the revolver on the thwart
beside him that he might steer with
his one good hand. The girl stirred
now for the first time -sat up -but
she did not speak.
There was a cross sea. And now,
losing the lee of the island, the wind
was fresh. The boat was heavy. The
manacled pair toiled 'at the oars. Af-
ter a while their efforts slackened -
the little rat -eyed man seemed weary.
"Pull!" Martin Lane heard 'himself
say sharply.
They began to
other.
"You see what we've got for this!"
the little rat -eyed man's voice shriek-
ed out suddenly. "I told you to throw
him back into the water as soon as
we'd hauled him aboard after that col-
lision with his damned ship!"
"Hold your cursed tongue!" shout-
ed back the red-haired man.
"Hold nothin'!" screamed the
other. "Dope him up and use him
as a witness to prove we're regular
Sunday -school kids! You saw a long
way ahead of your nose! Yes, you
did -not! Do you see now what kind
of a witness he'll make? We'll swing
for this -that's what we'll do-"
The ;voices floated away in a gust
of wind.
Then broken fragments of a sent-
ence, low, guarded, but caught, in a
momentary lull, came again:
" . . bash of an oar . . .
kill . . "
The boat began to ship water. The
waves were running higher. Martin
Lane nodded in a sort of mechanically
judicial way to himself. She'd swamp
naturally, if he kept her on this course
and it got much worse; but she must
be kept on the. course -that was the
way to this ,Marston's island. What
were those two up to now? It was
very black of course -but what were
those two foals doing standing up like
that -were they trying to capsize the
boat and-,
"Martin!" That was Carol's voice
---ringingclear-impeeative. "Mar-
tin -look out!"
It was like some weird, double -head-
ed giant stumbling toward him -like
the pictures in his books at home
when he was a kid. And it was
brandishing a long club -no, that was
an oar -in each hand.
"Martin!"
• He let go the tiller, and snatched
up his revolver and fired, --and firer
again. The flashes hurt his eyes
There came a scream of pain. The
boat rocked and shipped a great
quantity of water. The giant retreat-
ed, seeming to drag the smaller ha f
of his body with him.
Martin Lane Was conscious of a
very queer feeling -as though he were
mentally clinging in extreme despots
tion to the edge of some great abytsts
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waa enThEetl4n0 *elle wattod sst
before amne00w,
what -4 w0 going to 6e, )44'ef!.,
thing happened ite 414-,1-00'
aelm--cpseen it diduliti-e# Wes ,ntore.
like a sort of tarricir crepiuig TIR'
him all over. Oh, yes, he had it now,
-be get the water out of the beat",
"Tale!" said Martin Lane. `Bale-vcc
use your hate -bale!"
He sagged against the tiller, and
was conscious that an arm went. Sud-
denly out around him in support.
That must be Carol --Carol's arm.
• "lVfartin-oh, Martin!"
Sth
e was sobbing brokenly. Why
was she sobbing? There was life for
it yet -plenty of it -just keep on bal-
ing with hats-, C. N.: .R• MOAK
"I know now -I know. I beard at,"
what they said. Oh, Martin-Wfar- eetn,7
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But Martin Lane's. chin had crmp- liohnesville
led on his breast. Clinton
The red-haired man baled, frantic- Seaforth
ally, fiercely, fear gnawing et him; st Columbed
the little man shackled to him ley Dublin
half across a thwart and moaned.
The hours dragged on. Pawn
came, In the stern -sheets a girl,
with drawn, white face, sat with a
mans head •pillowecl on her lap. She
held a revolver in her hand. The man
was motionless, inert, his eyes closed.
A bandage made from a torn skirt
was about his left shoulder.
The day passed. Another came
another -
There NVSS no water in the boat
save that which swished in the bottom
to the rise and fall of an oily swell.
Still another day.
The gold -laced skipper of a mail
boat leaned over his bridge rail and
peered down to where, at his lowered
gangway, one of his own boats was
towing a battered-looldng craft of
about its own size alongside. He rub-
bed his eyes. In the forward part
of the boat two men, outstretched
and motionless, appeared to be man-
acled together; in the stern, seeming-
ly lifeless, were a man with a band-
aged shoulder and a woman -the wo-
man's arms around the man, the sun-
light glinting on a revolver chat lay
an the seat beside her.
The ship's surgeon standing up in
the boat hailed the bridge:
"Two of them wounded, but there's
life in all of them yet, sir. think
they'll pull throua."
The promenade deck was lined' with
excited' passengers crowding anxious-
ly, eagerly, curiously, against each
other. A cheer went up.
The skipper, still leaning over the
bridge rail, rubbed his eyeS again; as
he continued to stare down into the
boat.
"My word!" he ejaculated. "Now
what the devil sort of a yarn is at
the bottom of all this, I wonder?"
THE IMPOSTOR
Chapter I
YELLOW JACK
An oily sea! Stillness -absolute
stillness, save for the groan and creak
of the yards and booms, as the bar-
que rolled lifelessly on the long,
glassy swells. Not a breath of air;
only a stifling heat that beat a pm the
decks until the pitch in the seams bub-
bled; only a waste of waters that re-
flected the merciless tropic glare of
the sun and hurt the eye's cruelly.
Under an awning in the stern a
man in cotton shirt and trousers who
was huddled in a chair by the cabin
skylight, lifted his head and mumbled
through cracked lips:
"Twenty grain's of calomel. twen-
ty-four of quinine-imagnesia, pepper-
mint -water gone."
His hands fumbled with the drugs
from the ship's medicine -chest that
strewed the skylight, and, guessing at
the quantities, carried portions to his
mouth. He swallowed with difficulty,
and relapsed into a 'huddled position.
After a little he raised his head
once more, and began to count upon
his fingers. Was it five or eight days
or ten, or a month that the calm had
lasted? He did not know. He had
lost all track of time. But it worried
him, and to his sick brain assumed
very vital proportions. The ship's log
would tell him.
He had entered up the log 1-)imself,
and, like the medicine-chesthad kept
it handy for the last two days. It
was there at his elbow on the sky-
light. He reached for it, and, begin-
ning to sear the entries, suddenly
brushed his 'hand heavily bark and
forth across his eyes. The words
seemed to dance about on the page in
red flashes that stabbed at his eye-
balls, and some of the words and some
of the dates he could not read at all:
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October 10. -Still becalmed.
Intense heat. Native boatswain
took sick this morning.
October -. Buried boatswain
last night. Four more of the
crew down. We've got yellow
fever aboard. God help us if we
don't get a 'breeze!
His eyes went down the page in an
irresponsible way, skipping entries
here and there unconsciously:
e‘',!
•••••• 6.20
•.• -6,36
4.44
649
4:10
7-13.
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West.
C'
a,s pm,
Dublin •11.37 10.04
Seaforth 11.53 10.17
Clinton 12,09 •10.31
Goderich 12.35 10.57
C. P. R. TIME TABLE
East.
B.121.
Goderich 8103
Menset 5.55
McGaw OM
tiburn . 6.11
lyth 6.25
Walton 6.40
MoNaught 6.52
Toronto 10.26
West.
am,
Toronto 7.40
McNaught 11.48.
Walton 12.01
Blyth 12.12
Auburn ..... 12.23:,e
12,34
Meneset
McGaw
12.41
Galeria 12.45
Rounds!
What rounds were there to make?
Everybody was dead. Johnsen, the
second mate, had died that morning,
though he hadn't made the entry of
Johnson's death in the log. What was
the good of it? There wasn't any
more use for a log. Everybody was
dead except himself -the other two
white men ,and the crew, who were all
natives. And now he was down, too;
he as only waiting for the fever to
run its final course and that would
take maybe only a few hours more.
A voice within him seemed to keep,
whispering:
"Rounds! You've
round's . . . . make
make rounds."
(Continued need week)
got to make the
mounds
Still 'becalmed. God have mer-
cy on us! Crew all down. China-
man 'named Wan Su, after making
murderous attack in 'his delir-
ium on Waller', the first mate,
jumped overboard.
Yes, he remembered' that. He was
Wallen -Stacey Wallen -the first
mate of the barque Upolo. It had
been a horrible sight. The poor dev-
il had rushed at him, screaming, and
-he shuddered a little. [He did not
want to think about it.
What was this entry here?
The heat is horrible. Survivors
too weak to bury the dead. Clam,
tam n Mitchell died at 2.10 a.m.
That was the last entry. It bore
no date. He couldn't remember
Whether it had been yesterday or the
day before. He umet have missed
something it the log, or else he hadn't
read it properly; it hada't told him
how many days they had been becalm-
ed. Well, what did it matter; and,
anyway, it was time to -make rounds.
ospital for Sick Children
67 COLLEGE: ST.. TORONTO 2
(Countr) Branch, Thistletown)
December. 1930.
Dear Mr Editor:
As a friend of afflicted Little folks..
you will learn with satisfaction that
through the benevolence of Its sup.
ocrters the Hospital for Sick Children
was enabled to increase its service con-
siderably during the past year. In
that period its cots were occupied by
nearly 7,000 small patients. most of
whom were restored. or are well upon
the way to recovery now An enormous.
amount of good is being accomplished,
for Ontario's many "Sick Bids," and.
by passing this information along to,
the good-hearted people your news-
paper serves you will interest them and
at the same time be instrumental in
promoting the continuance of till.,
humane service It is a gigantic under-
taking and the hospital needs every bit
of help it can get.
Please note the following official fig-
ures for the year which ended Septem-
ber 30, 1930. indicating the magnitude
and rapid expansion or this mission of
Mercy. Total number of cot patients,
In year, 8,970, an increase of 877 over,
the previous year; actual number ot.
patient clays. 132,718. an increase 4
11,301; average days' stay of all patients,
19.. These figures include the wonder-,
ful country hospital at Thistletown.1
where the year's total of patient days,
was 36,876 and the daily average d21
10:
in addition to this, the out-patient partment, at the main hospital, hadt
58.705 attendances within the year, the
largest number of patients treated in)
a single day being 317.
The little sufferers who are minis -1
tered to in the Hospital for Sick Chil-;
eren come from all over the Provincel.
of Ontario, rhrough this magnificent,
institution for feeling, the very poor
child has an equal advantage with thei
very rich in securing the benefit of the
finest known medical and surgical skill.
There are no strings to admittance of
the child requiring nospitai care. Racee
creed or circumstances in Life make no[.
difference. It is a great Mother Charity.
Every year the trustees have to see thal
a very large deficit is provided for and
they rely on mind people to help.
Wee babes, bigger ones, toddlers,
kindergarteners, up to early teen agel
boys and girls, some stricken with dis-t
ease, others deformed, crippled or,
maimed, make, up the continuous large'
population of the Hospn itiraaiofpoertioncicl
Children, which has been
for '55 years. The annum appeal toil
tunds
IS always made at the approach
ofof
ap-
propriate time to Mtge the Claims
the Christmas season, as a Most a cause. when all loVers of Uttlei.
children would like to contribute. Thai
Hospital for Sick Children does trelii
share in the &Ade of the Toronto Path, -
station for Community Service, beeatiii&
it serves the WhOle proViliCe, bona.,
tions front thit' generous pettOlitt in.
pour territery are earnestly slicited.
Paithtully yolita
MING II. teeMitheOtl,
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