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The Marked Man
THE STORY
From his French-Canadian
mother, Norman Erickson inherits
a distaste for life on the water,
which is beyond the understand
ing of his father, Gustaf, veteran
deep-water sailor. At Mrs. Er
ickson's death Gustaf determines
to make Norman, who has been
working for a grocer, his partner
in his fishing boat, at once. In
rebellious mood, Norman seeks
comfort from Julie Richaud,
French-Canadian playmate of his
school days. Gustaf, going to the
aid of a drowning friend is crip
pled. After months, Gustaf is in
a measure able to resume his oc
cupation, Ed Baker, young fisher
man, Norman's lifelong enemy,
fans ill feeling between father
and son, and Norman determines
to seek employment in the light
house service. Before he has ac
cepted, Norman refuses to accom=
pany his father on a fishing trip,
during a fierce storm. Gustaf ac
cuses him of cowardice. Indig
nant, Norman goes to Blind Man's
Eye. Captain Stocking is in com
mand, living with his daughter,
Susan. Ed Baker gives Stocking
and his daughter a biased ac
count of Norman’'’s conduct,
CHAPTER 1V
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Fire!
Norman awakened, the morning aft
er BEd Baker was hurt, with a sense
that he had drowned in his boots to
a cold fifty fathoms. Only his head
bad been saved. And that ached.
Doctor McCarthy had come and
gone before one o’clock.
“Not a bad cut,” he had said, after
examining Baker’s head, “only a bit
of a clout. How’d you get it?”
Baker growled and no one else an
swered.
“You didn’t need me, with Erickson
Lere,” McCarthy said. “He can tie up
a broken head, lugged and toted for
his father long enough to know how
« s+ . how long, Erickson?”
“Not long enough,” Sue Stocking put
in with a sharp voice.
“No?’ Docter MecCarthy looked at
her inquiringly. He shrugged his
shoulders indifferently at whatever he
saw in her expression. “You’'ll be all
right tomorrow,” he assured Baker.
Sue Stocking had not slept. She
had c¢hanged to a severe dress of blue
denim when Norman reported in the
lighthouse kitchen for his breakfast.
Norman ate two flap-jacks, drank two
cupfuls of coffee.
~ “More?” asked the girl.
“No more.”
He left her angrily. She was trying
to humiliate him, eh? Called him a
coward at midnight, and next morning
made no amends for it? Well, she
need not. Let her be superior. He
remembered that Julie Richaud had
told him he was no coward. Evidence
was against him. But he had work to
do, a hard first day’s work. And
there, still sleeping heavily on the
couch in the parlor was Ed Baker to
be settled!
Norman had swept down the tower
stairs and was scrubbing the white
stone steps when Sue Stocking sum
moned him to the house. He dropped
|his pail and hurried. Captain Stock
ing and Baker were talking together
earnestly in the parlor. The keeper’s
red forehead was covered with large
drops of perspiration. He was plainly
uncomfortable.
“Baker’s ready to start home,” he
said testily. “Me and you'll have to
get his boat off. If we can float it
into deep water he thinks he can
steer.”
Using an old stick of wreckage as
a lever, the keeper and his assistant
pried the heavy fishboat off the sand,
while Baker scowled on the beach. At
last, after repeated rollings, the boat
floated into open water. Captain
'Stocking with Norman and Baker
rowed out in a skiff and caught it;
its owner tumbled aboard. The pro
peller turned over, churning bubbles
away from the fan-tail stern. Baker
climbed to the deck, set his boots
down firmly on the tiller and eased it
to the left. He called good-by to Cap
tain Stocking. The keeper nodded
gloomily. He rowed shoreward with
the short nervous stroke of a deep
water sailor aboard a small boat.
“And it will look fine on the report!”
he growled as he wet his feet in the
wash,
“This business last night?”
“And nothing else!”
“Why report it 3”
“Why? For the reason I've been In
this service ten year, young man, teh
year | tell you, and never a black
mark ag'in’ my name. If | was to
drown this affair with Baker blabber
in’ to headquarters, it would bring in
spectors like gulls to a cleanin’ shack.
And | want your statement, wrote
neat and careful . . . and true, It
it's the same to yon . . ~ to pin
to mine. Best go in the house and do
it now.”
Norman paused.
“What's Baker going to blabber?”
he demanded. “Those weren't my
tracks in the sand. Whoever hit Ba
ker came ashore in a skift,”
“l kpow. Think [ didn't look the
ground over myself Hirst thing this
morning? That's why It's best to be
provin' it to headquarters afore he
starts his private fog signal squealin’”
Sue had finished ber morning's work
and was reading In the parlor when
Norman approached. “Your father
says give we the pen,” he reported
abruptly.
Sue Stocking closed the book, mark
ing the place with a plece of net
twine,
“Wait a minute,” stie sald, *1 want
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to talk to you. 1 know what you
want the pen for. You're going to
write your report on what happened
last night. I want to talk to you first.
Why'd yon hit Ed Baker?”
“I dido’t!” he cried. *“l1 didn’t hit
anyone.”
She looked at his perspiring face
critically. Then with a wry gesture,
che turned back to her book.
“Somebody hit him,” she comment
ed suspiciously.
Norman flushed.
“l did not,” he insisted.
She made no answer. He sat down
wrathfully at the table and labored
over the report. When he had fin
ished, he laid it down silently and
left the room. Let her believe what
she wanted! There were other things
to think about. He climbed up to the
tower,
“The lens first,” Captain Stocking
said, putting him to work. *“And re
member, easy, easy! Ten thousand
dollars it cost. A split head will
mend, but these lenses . , . DO
mending then.”
Captain Stocking was not a driving
master, He treated Norman as a su
perior should, a small superior com
manding a small vessel. He watched
like a hawk but he never bullied. It
had been the bullying that sent Nor
man away from Madrid. Life was
pleasant here at the Eye.
. “An’ when the inspector comes he'll
be asking .., »
The assistant heard the warning a
dozen times, fifty, in the first two
weeks.
“When’s he coming?” he inquired
one morning. “When you expect him?”
“l expect him,” Captain Stocking
answered, “when he's least expected.
It's the way of ’'em. [l've seen ’em
a-plenty, Lor, wasn’t [ scared time
I was assistant at Spectacle reef?
My first light tha. was. The keeper
got the pennant there that year, out
the whole district he had the best
kept station. ['ve never got it yet,
Think every year I'm going to. . . .”
He scuffed down the stair.
Normar went on with his polishing.
He had served a month with no word
from Madrid Bay. He wondered
about his father, usually at night. It
was good weather for fishing; if old
Gustaf were out he was lifting heavy
hauls.
Several times, in the evening al
ways, he heard the peculiar “chug
. « « chug, chug” of Baker’s engine
putting in cautiously along the reef
to the lighthouse, heard Baker’s
heavy voice and Sue’s, laughing and
talking. But he never encountered
Baker face to face. Sue managed
that.
Sue sailed often in the coast guard
boat to Madrid. She asked him al
ways if there was anything he need
ed. There was only one thing, and
at first he did not mention it to her.
But the second time he gave her a
letter and two pennies.
“Put it in the post office, will you,
please? Buy a stamp.”
Susan did not look at the address
until she was half across the bay.
When she did, she saw that the name
upon the envelope was Gustaf Erick
son,
Norman had offered to return to
Madrid if his father wanted him, and
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enclosed fifty dollars, half his first
month's pay. t
He never recelved a reply, 3
After a fortnight he wrote Jim Nel
son. He folded a tive-doilar bill into
this envelope, instructing honest old
Jim to buy Gustat anything in the
way o. extras that he needed, and to
send word to Blind Man's Eye if an
emergency arose, Jim answered on
a postal card,
“Sure,” he wrote, “I'm standing by.
Gus Is all right. | wouldn't come
back, not yet, I'm easing up his
mind, 'l lenve you know when 1o
try seeing him,” and that was all,
Twice on days off duty the assist
ant keeper waiked up the sand to the
coast guard station, Captain Parish
neglected to recognize him the first
time, The second visit be nodded, a
curt businessiike salute as if his min.
utes were valuable and he feured Nor.
map might waste them,
CHARLTON COUNTY HERALD
Then, one" hot windy morning in
August, Captain Parish stuck his
lean face into the tower door.
“l got a new man, Sam’l,” the coast
guard captain said. “I been two short
all season: "I 'had a little time,
thought I'd-run in-and see ye. . . .”
They walked down, the beach, talk
ing. 6
That night at supger Samuel Stock
ing shared, the news with: his daugh
ter, . > } !
“Cap Parish’s new number seven
man come this week.”
“Do you know him?’ asked Sue.
“Ed Baker,” her father answered,
and kept his eyes on his pork chop.
“Oh,” said Sue, I knew he'd been
talking coast guard.” . d
Norman's fork pieked up its meat
mechanically. He had no reason for
flushing.- "What matter if ten Bakers
came to the. point? : ol
But he felt disheartened. How had
Baker managed that? And why?
Had he contemplated- enlistment in
the life-saving service before Norman
came to the lighthouse? He went out
side after supper and sat moodily on
the steps. The house smelled sicken
ingly of fresh paint, with which Sue
had redecorated her bedroom. He
went to bed at eight o’clock. At nine
Captain Stocking, perspiring and ex
cited, awakened 'him.
“Parish called,” he -cried, “he got
a tip that the tender with inspector
aboard was ‘to Skillagallee a week
come Monday. * It'll be here any time.
Scrub..down .the tower steps, first
thing tomorrow. See that your new
uniform’s * ‘presséd and your shoes
blackened proper.” -
. Norman werked deliberately: He
was curious about the inspector. But
the thought uppermost in his mind
was the neighboring presence of Ed
Baker. Baker had some purpose in
getting “assignment to Blind Man’s
Reef. It was childish to think he had
come just to plague him . . . it might
be: an- account of Sue Stocking? -
. Friday - morning, 'while 'Norman
stood watch, .he sighted a vessel
movirig from the northwest. She car
ried -few lights and’ bore off the usual
track .of _passenger steamers and
freighters. . He hurried into the house
and stiffed out Captain Stocking. The
keeper Squinted- through the window.
“That’s her,” he:.said and. sighed
relievedly. “Well, well, well . . .
four o’clock of a morning. Now ain’t
that like inspectors?” He went into
the hall and howled: *“Sue, wake up,
for the love o' the locks! Get into
your uniform, Erickson. And listen
« « . if you're spoke to, speak, If
you ain’t kéep your hatch battened.”
. Norman changed to ‘his other uni
form, combed his hair and put on
his new blue cap. He looked like a
seaman. From old Gustaf he had in
herited bone' and 'skin ‘and = com
plexion and theindelible salty brand
of the sea, no matter what French
farm' blood his mother had left him.
At the exact moment of sunup he
flashed out the, light, just as a trim
white steam tender slowed down its
speed a quarter-mile off the point.
The inspector’s anchor plunked into
the water, spattering up a white
shower, The tender’s round bottomed,
clinker boat slid down from the davits
and three men dropped into her, Two
of them hauled at the oars with a
lazy swing. The third bunched over
the tiller at'the stern,
Captain Stocking - grynted. *“lt's
him,” he said.-
“Who? e :
“The .big boy, hisself. Cat-eye Me-
Googan, chief inspector. . Why’d .he
come? Lord-a-mercy, I hate the sighi
o' hig sidelights!™ =~
The chief insepctor was a lean trish
man,’ sixty years old, with urms that
stuck out like yards on a- mast. He
walked like'a seaman, .
“My new assistant. -He'’s called Er
iekson,” srid Captain Stocking,
The inspector examined Norman with
one short Inquisitive glance. Norman
knew at once why they called him
Cat-eye. His eyes were small and light
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held undér-the direction of u board of
sponsors, made by the representatives
of the varlous horse and Jockey nsso
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in color, set close together at ihe sldes
of a long, sinuous nose; they were
lost in his great broad face which was
shaped like a cabbage and pitted by
smallpox.
“Good morning, Erickson,” he said,
“how long you been here?”
‘“Two months, sir.”
“You're the lad from Madrid Bay?
I've got a report on you, report on a
fight. Have to look into it. Come n
side, Stocking. Wait here, Exickson.
I'll talk té you later.”
Ten minutes passed while Norman
fidgéted. Thar Ilying Baker . . .
he wus near forgetting the unpleas
antness of that first night. He walked
uncomfortably up and down the sand.
Another five minutes; then Captain
Stocking ‘appeared with McGoogan.
“Remember, lad, you're on proba
tion,” McGoogan said. *“The capt'n
here,” he waved his long right arm,
“has give me a good word for you.
It ain’'t seamanly to go bunglin’ fel
lows in the dark, and you've the look
0" salt about you. Erickson's a decent
deep-water name, Capt’'n says he
don’t think you did it. Me, 1 don't
believe you did, either. Least I don't
want to believe it. We'll call it closed.
Don't go fighting th. coast guard.
This is a decent service, need decent
men. Now the tower. . . .”
Captain Stocking made a sign for
Norman to follow. He walked stiff
kneed at their heels, his head hum
m;. Decent service, eh? Well, it
would have no cause to be ashamed of
him,
McGoogan fussed for half an hour
about the lamp. When he had tinished
he said: “It'll do,” as if disappointed
at discovering no fault, and tramped
up to the house. Sue stood in the
doorway, wearing a great, white,
starched apron with sleeves., McGoo
gan scowled when he saw her and
gave her a thin good morning. She
showed him the parlor first., Inspector
McGoogan looked it over ecritically,
sniffed the air, kicke? back the green
carpet and hunted for dust under it.
There was none. He looked at Sue with
a little more approval,
“Now the rest of the establishment.
Lead the way, Keeper. The sleeping
quarters first, then the fog signal, and
after that we'll talk requisitions.”
Captain Stocking’s bedrecom, which
Norman had never seen, was bare of
furnishings. The keeper scorned rugs
in sleeping quarters. There was a nar
row bed, with two red woolen blankets
folded at its foot, a table with a comb
upon it, a small mirror above. CQat
eye McGoogan moved to the bed, ex
amined the sheets, felt the blankets
and muttered, “Clean and dry, all
right,” then passed to Norman's quar
ters.
There were four bare rooms on the
other side of the house, arranged for
the assistant keeper, should he be a
man of family. Norman had scrubbed
the floors of his unused apartment
twice the previous week. He had
washed and polished the windows. He
had shined the door knobs. His clothes
closet hung in order.
There still remained Sue’s bedroom.
Sue opened the door with a proud
careless gesture, A strong smell of
fresh paint floated out into the hall
way. The walls gleamed a fresh sea
shell pink., The floor was spotless,
covered with rag rugs; the white cur
tains were stiff with starch, Certainly
this room would find approval,
The inspector was scowling all over
his face.
“Shell pink!” he cried. He turned
pettishly on Captain Stocking. “If
that ain't the wit of a rabbit! You
painted the walls the wrong color, . ."
“I painted them!” Sue interrupted.
“You? Well, I might have known it.
And what’s a color chart for, I ask
you? You got a chart? Aye, you have?
Well, there's plenty of colors and
shades you durst use, plenty o' them,
But no. You go pickin’ your own
kind. That shade ain’t on this year’s
chart, ain't on no chart this side o
Singapore. Think of marrin’ up a room
in a lighthouse with a color like that!
Got to be done over and done quick!
Shell pink!”
He pulled an official paint chart
from his pocket and handed it to her.
“Nice thing to lose the pennant over,”
he snapped at Captain Stocking.
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“Sure, you had a chance to win it
Chance and leeway to spare. All'S,
shipshape everywhere else. Tower
shines like the sun. Who's been pol
ishin’ the tower?”
“The aswmstant,” Captain Stocking
answered. His volce shook, as if about
to break into pieces. “I've learnt him
better than my own gal, Inspector.”
“Skillagallee’s all right,” said Me-
Googan, “Give it the pennant, I shall.
No woman up at Skillagallee, , . .”
“Sue's maw would never 'a’ done
such a thing!”
“It's the way of most women,” the
inspector growled, *“a show of poor
dee-cipline, Stocking.”
He ducked back into the corridor.
Captain Stocking, sweating amazingly,
followed him out-of-doors,
Norman felt sorry for Captain
Stocking. After all, what difference
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did it make what color a girl daubed
the walls of her bedroom? How’d it
affect ships on the lakes?
McGoogan’s tender lifted anchor and
sailed out to the open lake at five
o'clock.
“And that's that!” Captain Stocking
growled. “Idee . . . givin' an' old
bachelor at Skillagallee the pennant.
Another year spoilt. Well, well , . .”
He knocked out his pipe. “D-—n that
gal, anyway.”
His daughter was absent from the
kitchen. DBut the table was set and
supper steamed on the back of the
range. Captain Stocking, breathing
hard, tiptoed nolsily upstairs and
rapped on her door. Norman heard
him arguing. He came down quietly
at length, with Sue at his heels,
Norman saw that she had been cry
ing. And this was the girl who
boasted to him the first night that she
never cried? Never did, en? He felt
at ease with her suddenly, as if for
once they had changed their positions,
So here was the kind of affair that
humbled her, a silly big-faced woman
like Cat-eye McGoogan and a can of
pink paint.
Sue avoided his eyes. She did not
sit down at the table,
“1 need kerosene,” she made excuse.
“No, no, I'll get it myself.” She went
out nervously, carrying one small oil
can and an empty brass lantern,
“Sue’'s kind of upset herself,” the
keeper grumbled. *“She wanted that
pennant as much as I did. Never'd
admit it, but she did. She had things
good and shipshape everywhere else.”
Norman emptied his plate twice.
“Sue’s gone a long time,” he re
marked. He pushed back his chair,
“I'll go see what's keeping her.,”
In the light tower It was dark at
the bottom of the narrow stalr, except
for a queer light that shone through
the hole In the celling, a queer light
for sunset. He heard Sue running
downward.
“Norman!” she called. *“Norman,
Norman!”
He raced upward. He smelled burn-
Ing oil as he turned the first angle,
He met her on the landing, Flames
twisted up her skirts.
“Norman!” she cried again,
Norman, eh? Not plain Erickson !
“Let me go . . get upstairs! |
waa lighting my little lantern , , ”
Norman beat at the flames, She
fought his hunds as he freed her, Fear
for herself had fled, in its place surged
anger,
“Get upstalrs!” she screamed,
“Buckets!” Norman ordered. *“No
water, Sand!”
He plunged uvp to the lump room,
She had upset a gullon of coul oil on
the shiny floor and had dropped her
lighted lantern Into it, Normun shed
his coat, flung it down on the fire, and
sturmped his feet upon lit. Pungent,
unsavory smoke hit his nostrils, He
heard Captain Stocking panting up
ward,
“Bring rand !” Norman bellowed,
The older man retreated. Norman,
working feverishly, slogged at the
simall yellow flames.
“Here's sand " eried Sue Stocking.
She staggered In, bearing two tin
buckets, Her burned dress hung Ip
strips,
“More!"
Norman heaved one bucket, The
odges of the pall, were wet und sand
hit the flood with a damp sucking hiss,
A patch of flames smothered out. e
heaved again. There were lensws
above . . . It must not reach the
lenses, He caught another pall from
Captain Stocklng's hands,
“Sue's calling const guard!” The
keeper stomped at the fames ineffecss
ually.
“I don't want const guard!™ Nor
man turned around crazily, “Here-"
he thrust his blistered arms Into a pall
and almed the sand n chunks—"more
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The largest dam in the world has
been completed at Bhatgor, Bhor
state, India, It is 5,383 feet long and
the volume of masonry is 21,500,000
cubic feet, holding back a lake 14%
square miles in extent. Two canals
more than 100 miles long will frri«
gate an area of more than 850,000
acres, from which the annual value
of the crops should be about sl2,
500,000,
Wild Enough
“Kver been in the wilds?"
“Wwell, I've been where you couldn’t
buy a postcard.”
Don’t think that the woman who
poses as a man hater can't be induced
to change her name,
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OLD FOLKS SAY
DR. CALDWELL
WAS RIGHT
The basis of treating sickness has not
changed since Dr, Caldwell left Medical
College in 1875, nor gince he placed on
the market the laxative prescription he
had used in his practice,
He treated constipation, biliousness,
headaches, mental depression, indigestion,
sour stomach and other indispositions
entirely by means of simple vegetable
laxatives, herbs and roots. These are
still the basis of Dr, Caldwell’s By.r:s
Pepsin, o combination of seunna
other mild herbs, with pepsin,
The simpler the remed{ for constipa
tion, the safer for the child and for you.
And as you can get results in a mild
and safe way by unlunLDr. Caldwell's
Byrup Pepsin, why chances with
strong drugs?
A bottle will last several months, and
all can use it, It is pleasant to th
taste, gontle in action, and free fron
narcotics, KElderly people find it ideal,
All drug stores have the fmermu bottles,
or write "H{rup Pepuin,” l)o.gb. 88,
Monticello, Illinois, for free trial bottle.
Use HANFORD'S
All dealers are to refund mouey for the
Tty ity
Get thlsl IR
remedy AL A
Guarantesd to cure 1
ez L LA
funded. Get the
handy tube with pile pipe, Tse; or the tin hox, e
Y PAZO OINTMENT