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SYNOPSIS.
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Humphrey Van Weyden, critic and dilet
tante, finds himself aboard the sealing
schooner Ghost, Captain Wolf Larsen,
bound to Japan waters. The captain
makes him cabtq boy “for the good of his
soul." Wolf hazes a seaman and makes
It the basis for a philosophic discussion
with Hump. Hump’s Intimacy with Wolf
increases. A carnival of brutality breaks
loose in the ship. Wolf proves himself
the master brute. Hump Is made mate
on the hell-ship and proves 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 res
cued from a small boat. The deserters
are sighted, but Wolf stands away and
leaves them to drown. Maude Brewster,
the rescued girl, sees the cook towed over
side to give him a bath and his foot
bitten oft by a shark as he Is hauled
aboard. She begins to realize her danger
at the hands of Wolf. Van Weyden real
izes that he loves Maude. Wolf’s brother.
Death Larsen, comes on the sealing
grounds in the steam sealer Macedonia,
"hogs" the sea, and Wolf captures sev
eral of his boats. The Ghost runs away
tn a log. Wolf furnishes liquor to the
prisoners.
CHAPTER XXll—Continued.
"He led a lost cause, and he was not
afraid of God’s thunderbolts,” Wolf
Larsen was saying. "Hurled into hell
he was unbeaten. A third of God's
angels he had led with him, and
straightway he incited man to rebel
against God, and gained for himself
and hell the major portion of all the
generations of man. Why was he beat
en out of heaven? Because he was less
brave than God? less proud? less
aspiring? No! A thousand times no!
God was more powerful, as he said,
Whom thunder hath made greater. But
Lucifer was a free spirit. To serve
was to suffocate. He preferred suf
fering in freedom to all the happiness
of a comfortable servility. He did not
care to serve God. He cared to serve
nothing. He was no figurehead. He
stood on his own legs. He was an in
dividual.”
"The first anarchist,” Maud laughed,
rising and preparing to withdraw to
her stateroom.
“Then it is good to be an anarchist!”
he cried. He, too, had risen, and he
stood facing her, where she had paused
at the door of her room, as he went
on:
" ‘Here at last
We shall be free; the Almighty hath not
built
Here for hta envy: will not drive us
hence;
Here we may reign secure; and In my
choice
To reign is worth ambition, though In
hell:
Better to reign in hell than serve In
heaven.' ”
It was the aenant cry of a mighty
spirit. The cabin still rang with his
voice, as he stood there, swaying, his
bronzed face shining, his head up and
dominant, and his eyes, golden and
masculine, intensely masculine and in
sistently soft, flashing upon Maud at
the door.
Again that unnamable and unmis
takable terror was in her eyes, and she
said, almost in a whisper, "You are
Lucifer.”
The door closed and she was gone.
He stood staring after her for a min
ute, then returned to himself and to
me.
“I’ll relieve Louis at the wheel,” he
said shortly, “and call upon you to re
lieve at midnight. Better turn in now
and get some sleep.”
CHAPTER XXIII.
I knew not what had aroused me,
but I found myself out of my buuk, on
my feet, wide awake, my soul vibrat
ing to the warning of danger as it
might have thrilled to a trumpet call.
I threw open the door. The cabin light
was burning low. I saw Maud, mj’
Maud, straining and struggling and
crushed in the embrace of Wolf Lar
sen’s arms. I could see the vain becft
and flutter of her as she strove, press
ing her face against his breast, to
escape from him. All this I saw on
the very Instant of seeing and as I
sprang forward.
1 struck him with my fist, on the
face, as he raised his head, but it was
a puny blow. He roared in a ferocious,
animal-like way, and gave me a shove
with his hand. It was only a shove, a
flirt of the wrist, /et so tremendous
was his strength that I was hurled
backward as from a catapult. I struck
the door of the stateroom which had
formerly been Mugridge's, splintering
and smashing the panels with the Im
pact of my body. I struggled to my
feet, with difficulty dragging myself
clear of the wrecked door, unaware of
any hurt whatever. I was conscious
only of an overmastering rage. I think
I, too, cried aloud, as I drew the knife
at my hip and sprang forward a sec
ond time.
But something had happened. They
were reeling apart. I was close upon
him, my knife uplifted, but I withheld
the blow. 1 was puzzled by the strange
ness of it. Maud was leaning against
the wall, one hand out for support:
but he was staggering, his left hand
pressed against his forehead and cov
ering his eyes, and with the right he
w&s groping about him in a dazed sort
of way. It struck against the wall,
and bls body seemed to express a mus
cular and physical relief at the con
tact, as though he had found his bear
ings, his location in space as well as
something against which to lean.
Then I saw red again. All my
wrongs and humiliations flashed upon
me with a dazzling brightness, all that
I had suffered and others had suffered
at his hands, all the enormity of the
man’s very existence. I sprang on
him, blindly, insanely, and drove the
knife into his shoulder. I knew then,
that it was no more than a flesh wound
— had felt the steel grate on his shoul
der-blade— and I raised the knife to
strike at a more vital part.
But Maud had seen my first blow,
and she cried, "Don’t! Please don't!”
I dropped my arm for a moment, and
a moment only. Again the knife was
raised, and Wolf Larsen would have
surely died had she not stepped be
tween. Her arms were around me, her
hair was brushing my face. My pulse
rushed up in an unwonted manner, yet
my rage mounted with it. She looked
me bravely in the eyes.
“For my sake,” she begged.
“I would kill him for your sake!" I
cried, trying to free my arm without
hurting her.
"Hush!” she said, and laid her fin
gers lightly on my lips. I could have
kissed them, had I dared, even then,
in my rage, the touch of them was so
sweet, so very sweet. “Please, please,”
she pleaded, and she disarmed me by
the words, as I was to discover they
would ever disarm me.
I stepped -back, separating from her<
and replaced the knife in its sheath.
I looked at Wolf Larsen. He still
pressed his left hand against his fore
head. It covered his eyes. His head
was bowed. He seemed to have grown
limp. His body was sagging at the
hips, his great shoulders were droop
ing and shrinking forward.
“Van Weyden!” he called hoarsely,
and with a note of fright in his voice.
"Oh, Van Weyden! where are you?”
I looked at Maud. She did not
speak, but nodded her head.
“Here I am,” I answered, stepping
to his side. “What is the matter?"
“Help me to a seat,” he said, in the
same hoarse, frightened voice.
"I am a sick man, a very sick man.
Hump,” he said, as he left my sustain
ing grip and sank into a chair.
"What is the matter?” I asked, rest
ing my hand on his shoulder. “What
can I do for you?”
But he shook off my hand with an
irritated movement, and for a long
Ihhllßi
I Saw Maud—Crushed In the Embrace
of Wolf Larsen's Arms.
time I stood by his side in silence.
Maud was looking on, her face awed
and frightened. What had happened
to him we could not imagine.
"Hump,” he said at last, "I must get
into my bunk. Lend me a hand. I’ll
be all right in a little while. It’s those
damn headaches, I believe. I was
afraid of them. I had a feeling—no, I
don’t know what I’m talking about.
Help me into my bunk.”
But when I got him into his bunk
he*ga!n burled his face in his hands,
covering his eyes, and as I turned to
go I could hear him murmuring, "I am
a sick man, a very sick man.”
Maud looked at me inquiringly as
I emerged. I shook my head, saying:
“Something has happened to him.
What, 1 don’t know. He Is helpless,
and frightened, I imagine, for the first
time in his life. It must have occurred
before he received the knife-thrust,
which made only a superficial wound.
You must have seen what happened.”
She shook her head. “I saw noth
ing. It is just as mysterious to me
He suddenly released me and stag
gered away. But what shall we do?
What shall I do?”
“If you will wait, please, until I come
back,” 1 answered.
I went on deck. Louis was at the
wheel.
"You may go for’ard and turn in,”
I said, taking it from him.
He was quick to obey, and I found
myself alone on the deck of the Ghost.
As quietly as was possible, I clewed up
the topsails, lowered the flying Jib and
staysail, backed the jib over, and flat
tened the mainsail. Then I went be
low to Maud. I placed my finger on
my lips for silence, and entered Wolf
THE BULLETIN. IRWINTON. GEORGIA,
Larsen's room. He was in the same
position in which I had left him, and
his head was rocking—almost writh
ing—from side to side.
“Anything I can do for you?" I
asked.
He made no reply at first, but on my
repeating the question he answered,
“No, no; I’m all right. Leave me alone
till morning.”
But as I turned to go I noted that his
head had resumed its rocking motion.
Maud was waiting patiently for me,
and I took notice, with a thrill of joy
of the queenly poise of her head and
her glorious, calm eyes. Calm and
sure they were as her spirit itself.
“Will you trust yourself to me for
a journey of six hundred miles or so?”
I asked.
"You mean—?” she asked, and I
knew she had guessed aright.
“Yes, I mean just that,” I replied.
"There is nothing left for us but the
open boat.”
“For me, you mean,” she said “You
are certainly as safe here as you have
been.”
*“No, there is nothing left for us but
the open boat,” I iterated stoutly.
“Will you please dress as warmly as
you can, at once, and make into a
bundle whatever you wish to bring
with you?”
“And make all haste,” I added, as
she turned toward her stateroom.
The lazaretto was directly beneath
the cabin, and, opening the trapdoor
in the floor and carrying a candle with
me, I dropped down and began over
hauling the ship’s stores. I selected
mainly from the canned goods, and by
the time I was ready, willing hands
were extended from above to receive
what I passed up.
We worked in silence. I helped my
self also to blankets, mittens, oilskins
caps, and such things, from the slop
chest. It was no light adventure, this
trusting ourselves in a small boat to
so raw and stormy a sea, and It was
imperative that we should guard our
selves against cold and wet.
We worked feverishly at carrying
our plunder on deck and depositing it
amidships, so feverishly that Maud,
whose strength was hardly a positive
quantity, had to give over, exhausted,
and sit on the steps at the break of the
poop. This did not serve to recover
her, and she lay on her back, on the
hard deck, arms stretched out and
whole body relaxed. It was a trick I
remembered of my sister, and I knew
she would soon be herself again. 1
knew, also, that weapons would not
come amiss, and I re-entered Wolf Lar
sen’s stateroom to get his rifle and
shotgun.^l spoke to him, but he made
no answer, though his head was still
rocking from side to side and he was
not asleep. - .»
“Good-by, Lucifer,” I whispered to
myself as I softly closed the door.
Next to obtain was a stock of am
munition —an easy matter, though I
had to enter the steerage companion
way to do it. Here the hunters stored
the ammunition boxes they carried in
the boats, and here, but a few feet
from their noisy revels, I took posses
sion of two boxes.
Next, to lower a boat. Not so
simple a task for one man. Having
cast off the lashings, I hoisted first on
the forward tackle, then on the aft.
till the boat cleared the rail, when I
lowered away, one tackle and then the
other, for a couple of feet, till it hung
snugly, above the water, against the
schooner’s side. I made certain that
It contained the proper equipment of
oars, rowlocks and sail. Water was
a consideration, and I robbed every
boat aboard of its breaker. As there
were nine boats all told, it meant that
we should have plenty of water, and
ballast as well, though there was the
chance that the boat would be over
loaded, what of jjhe generous supply of
other things I was taking.
A few minutes sufficed to finish the
loading, and I lowered the boat into
the water. As I helped Maud over the
rail and felt her form close to mine,
it was all I could do to keep from cry
ing out, "I love you! 1 love you!"
Truly Humphrey Van Weyden was at
last In love, 1 thought, as her lingers
clung to mine while I lowered her
down to the boat. I held on to the rail
with one hand and supported her
weight with the other, and I was proud
at the moment of the feat. It was a
strength I had not possessed a few
months before, on the day I said good
by to Charley Furuseth and started
for San Francisco on the ill-fated
Martinez.
As the boat ascended on a sea, her
feet touched and I- released her hands.
I cast off the tackles and leaped after
her. I had never rowed in my life, but
I put out the oars and at the expense
of much effort got the boat clear of
the Ghost. Then I experimented with
the sail. I had seen the boat steerers
and hunters set their spritsails many
times, yet this was my first attempt.
What took them possibly two minutes
took me twenty, but In the end I sue
needed in setting and trimming it. and
with the steering oar in my hands
hauled on the wind.
“There Iles Japan,” 1 remarked. '
"straight before us.”
"Humphrey Van Weyden,” she said
“you are a brave man.”
“Nay,” 1 answered, “it is you who
are a brave woman.”
We turned our heads, swayed by a
common impulse to sec the last of the '
Ghost. Her low hull lifted and rolled
to windward on a sea; her canvas
loomed darkly in the night; her
lashed wheel creaked as the rudder i
kicked; then sight and sound of her
faded away and we were alone on the I
dark sea.
1
CHAPTER XXIV.
There is no need of going into an i
extended recital of our suffering in tho ।
small boat during the many days we
were driven and drifted, here and I
there, winy-nmy, across me wide
expanse of ocean. The nigh wind
blew from the northwest foi twenty
four hours, when it fell calm, and in
the night sprang up from the south
west. This was dead In our teeth, but
I took in the sea-anchor I had roughly
made and set sail, hauling a course on
the wind which took us in a south
southeasterly direction. It was an
even choice between this and the west
northwesterly course which the wind
permitted, but the warm airs of the
south fanned my desire for a warmer
sea and swayed my decision.
In three hours —It was midnight, I
well remember, and as dark as I had
ever seen it on the sea—the wind, still
blowing out of the southwest, rose fu
riously, and once again I was com
pelled to set the sea-anchor.
Day broke and found me wan-eyed
and the ocean lashed white, the boat
pitching, almost on end, to its drag.
We were in imminent danger of being
swamped by the whitecaps. As it was.
spray a’nd spume came aboard in such
quantities that I bailed without cessa
tion. The blankets were soaking. Ev-
Ik
Ml
“Good-by, Lucifer,” I whispered to My
self, as I Softly Closed the Door.
erything was wet except Maud, and
she, in oilskins, rubber boots, and sou’-
wester, was dry. all but her face and
hands and a stray wisp of hair. She
relieved me at the balling hole from
time to time, and bravely she threw
out the water and faced the storm. All
things are relative. It was no more
than a stiff blow, but to us, fighting
for life in our frail craft, it was indeed
a storm.
Cold and cheerless, the wind beat
ing on our faces, the white seas roar
ing by, we struggled through the
day. Night came, but neither of us
slept. Day came, and still the wind
beat on our faces and the white seas
roared past. By the second night
Maud was falling asleep from exhaus
tion. I covered her with oilskins and
a tarpaulin. She was comparatively
dry. but she was numb with the cold
I feared greatly that she might die in
the night; but day broke, cold and
cheerless, with the same clouded sky
and beating wind and roaring seas.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
CARLYLE CALLED US BORES
Equality Developed Monotony of Type
in Country’s Second Epoch, Was
His Assertion.
Prof. Max Farrand of Yale, lectur
ing on “American Traits” as developed
in the epoch of 1812 to 1840, said
at Lowell institute recently, the Kan
sas City Star observes:
“Equality of status is, of course,
not a characteristic, but a condition:
yet it is a factor which has led to
the development of important Ameri
can traits. Here, where, if absolute
equality did not exist, at least there
was far greater equality than there
was anything else; where, if there was
not equality of opportunity for all,
there was at least some opportunity
for all, the European relationship ol
superior and inferior classes could not
long continue. The ‘inferior’ of today
were too likely to become the supe
rior’ of tomorrow.
“This meant, of course, a great stim
ulus to independence, and developed
the people’s self-reliance. Independ
ence is one of the most conspicuous
American traits, and it has been not
without unpleasant manifestations. It
has induced a lack of respect for au
thority and for elders, and the exist
ence of equality has tended to a re
markable monotony among the people
who developed theie opportunities, till
Carlyle could say: 'Americans have
begotten, with a rapidity beyond re
corded example, 18.000,000 of the great
ect bores ever seen in the world be.
fore.'
“Yet in contrast with this deadly
equality, the existence of opportunity
for all individuals also led to a strong
individualism among Americans, giv
ing each man a chance to develop
what was in him. Hence our love
for the self-made man, and hence the
American devotion to leaders rather
than to principles.”
Commercial.
“That fellow Dauber's work is al>
solutely rotten," exclaimed one of fits
brother artists. “He has no feelint
for true art. All he cares for is tc
pander to the degraded taste of the
philistine public."
"What's the reason for this venom
ous tirade against Dauber?" askei
the man who occupied the studio next
door.
“What? Haven't you heard? Th*
lucky dub sold a picture yesterday “
—-.U-'. r
Questions of Man — j
Replies by God
B y REV. B. B. SUTCLIFFE
Extension Department Moody Bible (I
Institute of Chicago ()
TEXT—Only believe.—Mark 5:36.
Suppose a minister is preaching on
the word “believe.” A member of the
audience suddenly
begins to ask
question and the
minister answers
in words from the
Scripture. The
first question is:
Whom Am I to
Believe?
“If we receive
the witness of
man the witness
of God is greater:
for this is the
witness of God
which he hath tes
tified of his son,”
I John 5:9. It is
not the church.
nor the minister, nor any company
of men the sinner is to believe, but
it is God himself as he speaks con
cerning his son. There might possibly
be some hesitation in believing what
man would say, but there can be no
hesitancy in accepting the testimony
of such a credible witness as God.
The sinner is asked to believe none
except the God of the Scriptures. Then
another question is immediately
asked, viz:
What Am I to Believe?
God’s own answer to this is “he
that believeth not God hath made him
a liar; because he believeth not the
record that God gave his son. And
this is the record that God hath given
to us eternal life, and this life is in
his son,” I John 5:10, 11. That record
is the gospel concerning God’s son.
Jesus Christ, who was delivered for
our offenses, who died for our sins
according to the Scriptures, who his
own self bare our sins in his own body
on the tree, and who was raised from
the dead the third day according to the
Scriptures. This’is what God declares ■
concerning his sob, and this is what !
the sinner must believe in order to
have God’s gift of eternal life. I am
to believe, on the authority of God’s
own testimony, that Christ died for
my sins and that he rose from the
dead and ever liveth to make interces
sion for me.
The questioner asks a third ques
tion, viz:
Why Am I to Believe?
Because God commands it “And
this is his commandment, that we
should believe on the name of his son,
Jesus Christ,” I John 3:23. Again, be
cause a refusal to believe is the same
as calling God a liar—"he that be
lieveth not God hath made him a liar,”
I John 5:10. Again because it is the
only’ way to please God —"for without !
faith it is impossible to please him,”
Heb. 11:6. Again because the refusal
to believe seals one's own doom. "He
that believeth shall be saved and he
that believeth not shall be damned,” ;
Mk. 16:16.
Still another question is asked, viz:
God’s answ’er to this question is j
very direct, for he says, “Now is the
accepted time, behold today is the Say
of salvation,” IL Cor. 6:2. Again, he
says, “Today if ye will hear his voice j
harden not your heart,” Heb. 3:7. We I
are continually warned not to procras- I
tinate, “Boast not thyself of tomor- I
row for thou knowest not what a day
may bring forth,” Prov. 27:1. "Not I
today” has brought many a soul to cry
“To late." “Many will seek to enter ‘
in and shall not be able when once i
the master of the house has risen up I
and hath shut to the door," Mk. 13:24.
25. Not tomorrow, but today is your
day of salvation.
Another question is then asked,
viz:
May I Believe as I am?
God answers this by saying, “Him
that cometh unto me I will in no wise
cast out,” John 6:37. “To him that
worketh not but believeth on him that I
justifieth the ungodly his faith is count- I
ed for righteousness,” Rom. 4:5. Again
he says, “Whosoever will may come
and take of the water of life freely,”
Rev. 22:17. The only class who can
be saved is sinners. If one waits to
become good before believing that,
one will never be saved. The sinner
is to believe just as he is—good, bad
or indifferent.
But another question Is asked:
Can I Be Saved If I Don't Believe?
As we listen God replies, "Without
faith it is impossible to please him,”
Heb. 11:6. When Peter stood before
the leaders in Jerusalem they suggest
ed practically the same question and
the reply was then and still is, “Neith
er is there salvation in any other for
there is none other name under heaven
given among men whereby we must
be saved,” Acts 4:12. “He that be
lieveth not shall bo damned,” Mk.
16:16. There is none saved except
through faith for “By grace are ye
saved through faith," Eph. 2:8.
One last question is asked, viz:
Can I Be Lost If I Do Believe?
And to this God answers, "Believe
on the Lord Jesus Christ and thou
shalt be saved,” Acts 16:31. "He that
believeth on the son is not con
damned,” John 3:18. "He that believ
eth hath everlasting life and shall not
come into judgment, but is passed
from death unto lite," John 5:24. If
any believing soul is lost God’s word
will be found to be untrue and Got.
himself a false witness.
“I DON’T SUFFER
ANYMORE”
“Feel Like a New Person,”
flays Mrs. Hamilton.
New Castle, ^nd.—“From the time
I was eleven years old until I was seven-
—I teen I suffered each
month so I had to be
in bed. I had head
ache, backache Lid
such pains I would
I cramp double every
j month. I did not
I know what it was
i to be easy a minute.
| My health was all
g run down and the
doctors did not do
™me any good. A
neighbor told my mother about Lydia
E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound and
I took it, and now I feel like a new
person. I don’t suffer any more and I
am regular every month. Mrs. Hazel
Hamilton, 822 South 15th St
When a remedy has lived for forty
years, steadily growing in popularity
and influence, and thousands upon
thousands of women declare they owe
their health to it is it not reasona
ble to believe that it is an article of
great merit?
If you want special advice write
to Lydia F„ Pinkham Medicine
Co. (confidential), Lynn, Mass.
Your letter will be opened, read
and answered by a woman and
held in strict confidence.
The Pict.
“That fellow Jones-Smythe is get
ting too darned popular around this
club. I wish we could put a spoke in
his wheel somehow.”
“I'll tell you what we'll do. Let’s
elect him chairman of the house com
mittee.”
CUTICURA COMFORTS BABY
Suffering From Itching, Burning
Rashes, Eczema, etc. Trial Free.
Give baby a bath with hot water and
Cuticura Soap, using plenty of Soap.
Dry lightly and apply Cuticura Oint
ment gently to all affected parts. In
stant relief follows and baby falls Into
a refreshing sleep, the first perhaps
in weeks. Nothing more effective.
Free sample each by mail with Book.
Address postcard, Cuticura, Dept L.
Boston. Sold everywhere.—Adv.
Its Sort.
“Yes. I actual!? bearded the Hon in
his den.”
“Close shave, wasn’t it?”
USE ALLEN’S FOOT-EASE
The antiseptic powder to be shaken Into
shoes and used in foot-bath. It relieves
painful, swollen, smarting, aching, tired
feet and Instantly takes the sting out of
corns and bunions. The greatest comfort
discovery of the age. Sold everywhere, 25c.
Trial package FREE. Address Alien S.
Olmsted, Le Roy, N. Y. Adv.
Hard to Believe.
“My feet have a habit of going to
sleep.” '
“With those loud socks?”
SOAP IS STRONGLY ALKALINE
and constant use will bum out the
scalp. Cleanse the scalp by shampoo
ing with “La Creole” Hair Dressing,
and darken, in the natural way, those
ugly, grizzly hairs Price. SI.OO. —Adv.
Uncanny.
Novelist —How are my novels going?
Bookseller —I can’t imagine, sir, un
less it’s shoplifters.—Puck.
If your horse is kicked, or cut by
barbed wire, apply Hanford's Balsam.
Adv.
A spinster looks upon man as an
evil —but not as a necessary evil.
To keep clean and healthy take Dr.
Pierce’s Pleasant Pellets. They regulate
liver, bowels and stomach. —Adv.
Some men. like bricks, are always
hard-pressed for cash.
When Housework Drags
Keeping house is hard enough
when well. The woman who has
a bad back, blue, nervous spells,
and dizzy headaches,- has a hard
lot, for the family tasks never let
up. Probably it’s the result of kid
ney trouble and not the much-feared
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