The bulletin. (Irwinton, Wilkinson County, Ga.) 191?-19??, April 21, 1916, Image 3

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Newspaper Page Text.SYNOPSIS. 1 Humphrey Van Weyden, critic and dilet- i tante, finds himself aboard the sealing schooner Ghost, Captain Wolf Larsen, bound to Japan waters. The captain makes him cabin boy "for the good of his soul.” The cockney cook. Mugridge, steals his money. Cooky is jealous of Hump and hazes him. Wolf hazes a sea man and makes It the basis for a phil osophic discussion with Hump. Cooky and Hump whet knives at each other. Hump s Intimacy with Wolf increases. Wolf sketches the story of his life, dis cusses the Bible and Omar, and Illus trates the Instinctive love of life by chok ing Hump nearly to death. A carnival of brutality breaks loose in the ship. Wolf proves himself the master brute. Is knock ed overboard and wins clear in a fight in the forecastle. Hump dresses Wolf’s wounds and, despite his protest, is made mate on the hell-ship. Mr. Van Weyden tries to learn his duties as mate. Van Weyden proves by his conduct in a blow, with all hands out In the boats among the seal herd, that he has learned “to stand on his own legs.” Two men desert the vessel in one of the small boats. A young woman and four men. survivors of a steamer wreck, are rescued from a small boat. The deserters are sighted, but Wolf stands away and leaves them to drown. Maude Brewster, the rescued girl, and Van Weyden find they know each other’s work. They talk together of a world alien to Wolf. Maude sees Mugridge towed overside In a bowline to give him a bath. CHAPTER XlX—Continued. Mugridge had heard the Kanaka’s warning cry and was screaming mad ly. I could see a black fin cutting the water and making for him with greater swiftness than he was being pulled aboard. It was an even toss whether the shark or we would get hint, and it was a matter of moments. When Mugridge was directly beneath us, the stern descended the slope of a passing wave, thus giving the advan tage to the shark. Wolf Larsen threw his strength into one tremendous jerk. The cockney’s body left the water; so did part of the shark’s. He drew up his legs, and the man-eater seemed no more than barely to touch one foot, sinking back into the water with a splash. But at the moment of con tact Thomas Mugridge cried out. Then he came in like a fresh-caught fish on a line, clearing the rail gen erously and striking the deck in a heap, on hands and knees, and rolling over. But a fountain of blood was gush ing forth. The right foot was miss ing, amputated neatly at the ankle. I looked instantly to Maud Brewster. Her face was white, her eyes dilated with horror. She was gazing, not at Thomas Mugridge, but at Wolf Larsen. And he was aware of it, for he said, with one of his short laughs: "Man-play, Miss Brewster. Some what rougher, I warrant, than what you have been used to, but still —man- play. The shark was not in the reck oning. It —” But at this juncture, Mugridge, who had lifted his head and ascertained the extent of his loss, floundered over on the deck and buried his teeth in Wolf Larsen’s leg. Wolf Larsen stooped, coolly, to the cockney, and pressed with thumb and finger at the rear of the jaws and below the ears. The jaws opened with reluctance, and Wolf Larsen stepped free. “As I was saying," he went on, as though nothing unwonted had hap pened, “the shark was not in the reckoning. It was —ahem—shall we say Providence?” ***••*• We walked to the break of the poop, where she turned and faced me. I glanced around to see that no one was within hearing distance. “What is it?” I asked gently; but the expression of determination on her face did not relax. “1 can readily understand,” she be gan, “that this morning’s affair was largely an accident; but I have been talking with Mr. Haskins. He tells me that the day we were rescued, even while I was in the cabin, two men were drowned, deliberately drowned — murdered.” There was a query in her voice, and she faced me accusingly, as though I were guilty of the deed, or at least a party to it. “The information is quite correct,” I answered. “The two men were mur dered.” “And you permitted it!” she cried. “I was unable to prevent it, is a better way of phrasing it,” I replied, still gently. “But you tried to prevent it?” There was an emphasis on the “tried,” and a pleading little note in her voice. “Oh, but you didn’t," she hurried on, divining my answer. "But why didn’t you?” I shrugged my shoulders. "You, must remember, Miss Brewster, that you are a new inhabitant of this little world, and that you do not yet under stand the laws which operate within it. You bring with you certain fine conceptions of humanity, manhood, conduct, and such things; but here you find them misconceptions. I have found it so,” I added, with an invol untary sigh. She shook her head incredulously. What would you advise, then?” I asked. "That I should take a knife, or a gun or an ax, and kill this man?” She half started back. "No, not that!” "Then what should I do? Kill my self?” “You speak in purely materialistic terms,” she objected. "There is such a thing as moral courage, and moral courage is never without effect.” "Ah," I smiled, "you advise me to kill neither him nor myself, but to let him kill me.” I held up my hand as she was about to speak. “For mor al courage is a worthless asset on this little floating world. Leach, One of the men who were murdered, had moral courage to an unusual degree. So had the other man, Johnson. Not only did it not stand them in good stead, but it destroyed them. And so with me if I should exercise what little moral courage I may possess. "You must understand. Miss Brew ster, and understand clearly, that this man is a monster. He is without con science. Nothing is sacred to him, nothing is too terrible for him to do. It was due to his whim that I was de tained aboard in the first place. It is due to his whim that I am still alive. I do nothing, can do nothing, because I am a slave to this monster, as you are now a slave to him; because I de sire to live, as you will desire to live; because I cannot fight and overcome him, just as you will not be able to fight and overcome him.” She waited for me to go on. "Dispense with all the moral cour age you can,” I said briskly. “Don’t arouse this man’s animosity. Be quite friendly with him, talk with him, dis cuss literature and art with him —he is fond of such things. You will find him an interested listener and no fool. And for your own sake try to avoid witnessing, as much as you can, the brutalities of the ship. It will make it easier for you to act your part.” “I am to lie,” she said in steady, rebellious tones, “by speech and ac tion to lie.” Wolf Larsen had separated from Latimer and was coming toward us. I was desperate. “Please, please understand me,” I said hurriedly, lowering my voice. “All your experience of men and things is worthless here. You have already managed me with your eyes, com manded me with them. But don’t try it on Wolf Larsen. You could as eas ily control a lion, while he would make a mock of you. He would — I have always been proud of the fact that I discovered him," I said, turning the conversation as Wolf Larsen stepped on the poop and joined us. "The edi tors were afraid of him and the pub lishers would have none of him. But I knew, and his genius and my judg ment were vindicated when he made that magnificent hit with his ‘Forge.’ ” "And it was a newspaper poem,” she said glibly. “It did happen to see the light in a newspaper,’ I replied, “but not be cause the magazine editors had been denied a glimpse at it.” “We were talking of Harris,” I said to Wolf Larsen. "Oh, yes,” he acknowledged. “I re member the ‘Forge.’ Filled with pret- /f/ wW I Wolf Larsen Had Separated From Lat imer and Was Coming Toward Us. ty sentiments and an almighty faith in human illusions. By the way, Mr. Van Weyden, you’d better look in on Cooky. He’s complaining and restless.” Thus was I bluntly dismissed from the poop, only to find Mugridge sleep ing soundly from the morphine I had , given him. I made no haste to return on deck, and when I did I was grati fied to see Miss Brewster in animated conversation with Wolf Lar*en. As I say, the sight gratified me. She was following my advice. And yet I was conscious of a slight shock or hurt in that she was able to do the thing I had begged her to do and which she had notably disliked. CHAPTER XX. Brave winds, blowing fair, swiftly drove the Ghost northward into the seal herd. The hunting was perilous; but the boats, lowered day after day, were swallowed up in the gray ob scurity, and were seen no more till nightfall, and often not till long after. THE BULLETIN. IRWINTON. GEORGIA. when they would creep in like sea ' wraiths, one by one, out of the gray Wainwright, the hunter whom Wolf Larsen had stolen with boat and men, i took advantage of the veiled sea and escaped. He disappeared one morn- j ing in the encircling fog with his two | men, and we never saw them again, though it was not many days when we learned that they had passed from schooner to schooner until they finally regained their own. I had read sea romances in my time, wherein figured, as a matter of course, the lone woman in the midst of a ship load of men; but I learned, now, that I had never comprehended the deeper significance of such a situation—-the thing the writers harped upon and ex ploited so thoroughly. And here it was, now, and I was face to face with it. That it should be as vital as pos sible, it required no more than that the woman should be Maud Brewster, who now charmed me in person as she had long charmed me through her work. She was in striking contrast to Wolf Larsen. Each was nothing that the other was, everything that the other was not. I noted them walking the deck together one morning, and I likened them to the extreme ends of the human ladder of evolution —the one the culmination of all savagery, the other the finished product of the finest civilization. But this day, as I noted them pac ing up and down, I saw that it was she who terminated the walk. It was in his eyes that I saw the cause of her perturbation. Ordinarily gray and cold and harsh, they were now warm and soft and golden, and all adance with the tiny lights that dimmed and faded, or welled up till the full orbs were flooded with a glowing radiance. Perhaps it was to this that the golden color was due; but golden his eyes were, enticing and masterful, at the same time luring and compelling, and speaking a demand and clamor of the blood which no woman, much less Maud Brewster, could misunderstand. Her own terror rushed upon me, and in that moment of fear, the most terrible fear a man can experience, I knew that in inexpressible ways she was dear to me. The knowledge that I loved her rushed upon me with the terror, and with both emotions grip ping at my heart and causing my blood at the same time to chill and leap riotously, I felt myself drawn by a power without me and beyond me, and found my eyes returning against my will to gaze into the eyes of Wolf Larsen. But he had recovered himself. The golden color and the dancing lights were gone. Cold and gray and glittering they were as he bowed brusquely and turned away. “I am afraid," she whispered, with a shiver. “I am so afraid.” I, too, was afraid, and what of my discovery of how much she meant to me my mind was in a turmoil; but I succeeded in answering quite calmly: "All will come right, Miss Brewster. Trust me, it will come right.” She answered with a grateful little smile that sent my heart pounding, and started to descend the companion stairs. For a long while I remained stand ing where she had left me. There was imperative need to adjust my self, to consider the significance of the changed aspect of things. It had come, at last, love had come, when I least expected it and under the most forbidding conditions. Os course, my philosophy had always recognized the inevitableness of the love call sooner or later; but long years of bookish silence had made me inattentive and unprepared. And now it had come! In what could have been no less than an ecstasy, I left my post at the head of the companionway and started along the deck, murmuring to myself those beautiful lines of Mrs. Brown ing: I lived with visions for my company Instead of men and women years ago. And found them gentle mates, nor thought to know A sweeter music than they played to me. But the sweeter music was playing in my ears, and I was blind and ob livious to all about me. The sharp voice of Wolf Larsen aroused me. “What the hell are you up to?” he was demanding. I had strayed forward where the sailors were painting, and I came to myself to find my advancing foot on the verge of overturning a paint pot. “Sleep-walking, sunstroke, what?” he barked. “No; indigestion,” I retorted, and continued my walk as if nothing un toward had occurred. At the midday dinner. Wolf Larsen informed the hunters that they were to eat henceforth in the steerage. It was an unprecedented thing on sealing schooners, where it is the custom for the hunters to rank unofficially as of ficers. He gave no reason, but his mo tive was obvious enough. Horner and Smoke had been displaying a gallantry toward Maud Brewster, ludicrous in it self and inoffensive to her, but to him evidently distasteful. The announcement was received with black silence, though the other four hunters glanced significantly at the two who had been the cause of their banishment. Jock Horner, quiet as was his way, gave no sign; but the blood surged darkly across Smoke's forehead, and he half opened his mouth to speak. Wolf Larsen was watching him, waiting for him, the steely glitter in his eyes. “Anything to say?” he demanded ag gressively. It was a challenge, but Smoke re fused to accept it. “About what?” he asked, so inno cently that Wolf Larsen was discon certed, while the others smiled. “Oh. nothing,” Wolf Larsen said lamely. "I just thought you might want to register a kick.” “About what?” asked the imperturb able Smoke. Smoke’s mates were now smiling broadly. His captain could have killed him, and 1 doubt not that blood would have flowed had not Maud Brewster been present. For that matter, it was her presence which enabled Smoke to act as he did. He was too discreet and cautious a man to incur Larsen’s anger at a time when that anger could be expressed in terms stronger , than words. I was in fear that a strug gle might take place, but a cry from the helmsman made it easy for the situation to save itself. “Smoke ho!” the cry came down the open companionway. “How's it bear?” Wolf Larsen called up. "Dead astern, sir.” "Maybe it’s a Russian,” suggested Latimer. His worao brought anxiety into the faces of the other hunters. A Rus sian could mean but one thing—a cruiser. The hunters, never more than roughly aware of the position of the ship, nevertheless knew that we were close to the boundaries of the forbidden sea, while Wolf Larsen’s rec ord as a poacher was notorious. All eyes centered upon him. “We’re dead safe,” he assured them with a laugh. "No salt mines this ‘‘Anything to Say?” He Demanded Ag gressively. time, Smoke. But I'll tell you what— I’ll lay odds of five to one it’s this Macedonia.” No one accepted his offer and h. went on. “In which event. I'll lay ten to one there’s trouble breezing up.” "No, thank you,” Latimer spoke up. “I don’t object to losing my money, but I like to get a run for it, anyway. There never was a time when there wasn’t trouble when you and that brother of yours got together, and I’ll lay twenty to one on that.” (TO BE CONTINUED.) TO KILL LOG-EATING GOATS Lumber Company Orders Herd Exe cuted When It Gets Entirely Too Ravenous. Goats are perfect marvels in clear ing forest lands for cultivation. They eat the brush down to the roots, take the “slash” from lumber operations for dessert, and prepare the forest for ag riculture in away that no man can do except at great expense, says the Minneapolis Journal. In northern Min nesota the homesteader or settler who has a herd of goats is the envy of all his neighbors. But when the goats begin to eat sawlogs their usefulness has passed; they become a menace to society. This is the danger that con fronts northern Minnesota unless proper precautions are taken. In a semiofficial report to W. T. Cox, state forester, a district ranger tells and interesting experience. Finding that it was somewhat expensive tc burn the “slash” and to carry out the orders for forest fire prevention the company decided to obtain a band of goats to do the work. The goats did well. They ate all the brush, all the slash, the grass and the shrubbery. The lumber company was pleased. But when the grass and shrubbery, brush and slash were exhausted the goats tackled the pulpwood and the logs. Directors of the company de creed that the goats be slaughtered. “This will teach lumber companies not to cut their timber too small,” was Mr. Cox’ comment. War Economy. Richard Harding Davis, the war cor respondent, said, the other day. in Pittsburgh: “The allies are getting together at last. They are working together. In their plans we see no more selfishness. “They were pretty selfish at first Their selfishness was typical, in fact, by an economy story—a story about a rich Englishman. “This wealthy old fellow, when the economize-and-save movement was at its height, said warmly over a regalia and a glass of liqueur brandy at the club: “‘Economize, eh? Economize, is it? Well, by Jove, it’s incredible how one can economize if one sets one's mind to it. I lopped five pounds a week off my household expenses at one stroke this morning by cutting off all the servants’ meat.’ ’’—Washington Star. in peace times the army of Amer ican tourists tn London number* 100,000. KHIMIONAL suiwscnooi Lesson (By E. O. SELLERS, Acting Director of Sunday School Course of the Moody Bible Institute, Chicago.) (Copyright, 1916, Western Newspaper Union.) LESSON FOR APRIL 23 EASTER LESSON. LESSON TEXT-I Cor. 15:1-28. GOLDEN TEXT—Now hath Christ been raised from the dead, the first fruits of I them that are asleep.—l Cor. 15:20. If teachers can impress indelibly j upon the minds of their scholars the fact that Jesus rose from the dead and Is as truly alive today as when walk ing the hills of Galilee this repetition of the Easter story will not be in vain. For the pupils to take notes of the points of the argument and to recite upon those notes at the end of the class hour would greatly help to fix the facts in their minds. This account considered today is perhaps the old est written record we have of this great fact, written about 56 A. D„ hence the significance of verse six. 1. The Triumphant Fact (vs. 1-4). If Christian workers would be more fa miliar with this passage they would more intelligently understand what the term “Gospel” means. The fact of the resurrection loomed larger in Paul’s mind than the virgin birth; the former was and is the greater miracle. This, one of the supreme chapters of the Bible, tells us what the Gospel is, and what its results are to be. (1) What it is. Not a new cure for tuber culosis, nor a new social environment, but the good news of one who was God incarnate (Paul does not use Lis earth ly name Jesus), Christ the Anointed One, who died for our sins just as the Scriptures had foretold, and was bur ied. On the third day, “according to the Scriptures,” He rose ags.in and is now and ever shall be alive. Any Gos pel that ignores the incarnation, pas i sion and resurrection of Jesus is false Ito the Scriptures and a lie. (2) The ■ result of preaching or testifying to this great program is twofold: first, salvation, “saved, restored to right relations with God;” and second, per severance, “wherein ye stand.” The i “God-story,” good news, evangel or I gospel—they are all the same —is “the . power of God unto salvation,” and the ’ strong doctrine of the resurrection i will cause men to walk straight, to ' stand upright. “Christ died for my sins according to the Scriptures” (Iso. 53:5-10). 11. Witnesses to the Fact (vs. 5-12). 1 Paul (v. 3) received the resurrection truth from many witnesses, whom he proceeds to enumerate, for it was not a matter of his own invention. The in credulity of the disciples at the first is frankly recorded (Luke 24:12). Je- i sus did not appear first to John, Pilate or the Sanhedrin, but to a woman, and ■ the change of the apostles from a spirit of despair to that of confident, joyous certainty was most astonishing. There are eleven recorded appear . ances of Jesus after his resurrection. ■ and not one of them was made to his । enemies. Paul does not mention all • of the appearances. He is probably . naming only those persons, witnesses । of his appearances, with whom he had : । conversed, or at least a few from each . group. (1) Peter, referred to indirect , ly in Luke 24:34; (2) the apostles, to I be exact, the first ten, Judas being । dead and Thomas absent; (3) the apos । ties with Thomas present; (4) five । : hundred, the only record of this great . | company, though perhaps implied in । the “brethren” of Matt. 28:10. “Half a thousand witnesses are enough to establish any case.” Os these the . greater number were alive twenty-five . years after the event; (5) James, prob ably our Lord's brother, the honored ( head of the Jerusalem church; (6) , “Then all the apostles,” a larger cir ■ cle than the twelve (see Luke 28:48, Acts 1:6-8). This may have been the , appearance in the morn at the Sea of । Galilee; (7) "me also.” 111. The Fact Applied, (vs. 13-20). The Corinthians, to whom Paul was writing, did not deny Christ's immor ’ tality, but seemed to deny that the , same power which had raised him . could be applied to us who are only human. Paul answers this by present , ing four arguments: , (1) The resurrection of Christ proves the possibility of the resurrec tion from the dead, if only of Jesus. The Sadducees taught the contrary. The Stoics taught that the dead were re-absorbed in God. To say Christ is not risen is to claim death as annihila tion, to destroy faith in Jesus (v. 14) and to impugn the testimony of those who had seen him (v. 15). A dead Christ means dead Christians (v. 17) and our heaviest sorrow will be to face the grave (v. 18). (2) The Christian is “in Christ." and his resurrection carries ours with it. Paul's emphasis upon this term "in Christ” (vs. 18, 19, 22, 23 and else where) is important to note. (3) Christ, the second Adam, brings life: our common human nature dies like as the first Adam, but our second Adam rose and “in him” we live. , (4) If Christ conquered death only for himself it was no real victory, nor could he give back to the Father a re deemed world. Death is the last "enemy,” for until sin is banished it will be presen ( (Rom. 6:113). - ♦ Spring Colds Are the Worst They lead to catarrh and pneumonia. They weaken the entire system and leave it un able to resist the sudden changes. They interfere with your digestion and lessen your ac tivity. Neglected they soon become that dread disease known as sys temic catarrh. Don’t neglect them. It’s costly as well dangerous. PERUNA Will Safeguard You Have a box Peruna Tab lets with you for the sudden cold or exposure. Tone your sys tem up with a regular course of the liquid Peruna, fortify it against colds, get your digestion up to nor mal, take care of yourself, and avoid danger. If you are suffering now be gin the treatment at once. Give Nature the help she needs to throw off the catarrhal inflammation, and again become well. Peruna has been helping people for 44 years. Thousands of homes rely on it for coughs, cold and indi gestion. It’s a good tonic for the weak, as well. The Peruna Company Columbus Ohio Peculiar Fertilizer in Tasmania. Tasmania is a great farming and fruit country and there is a good local market for all the spent oil shale from the distilling retorts. The rock from which the oil has been taken sells at $2 per ton for agricultural uses. The assays do not disclose any rich fertilizing matter in the spent shale, yet when it is pulverized and distributed over farming lands and garden soils it produces such wonder ful results as to make the demand for it greater than the supply. It appears to act on the soil mechanically by aerating it, and possibly, by condens ing moisture from the atmosphere and transferring it to the crops. It is ex pected that the prices obtainable for the spent shale will eventually cover mining and retorting costs. —Dr. Ar thur Selwyn-Brown, in The Engineer ing Magazine. 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