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THE MARKED MAN
: THE STORY 1
From his French-Canadian
mother, Norman Erickson in
herits a distaste for life on the
water, which is beyond the un
derstanding of his father, Gustaf,
veteran deep-water sailor, At
Mrs. Erickson’s death Gustaf de
termines to make Norman, who
has been working for a grocer,
his partner in his fishing boat, at
once, In rebellious mood, Nor
man seeks comfort from Julie
Richaud, French-Canadian play
mate of his school days. Gustas,
going to the aid of a drowning
friend is crippled. After months,
Gustaf is in a measure able to re
sume his occupation. Ed, Baker,
young fisherman, Norman's life
long enemy, fans ill feeling be
tween father and son, and Nor
man determines to seek employ=
ment in the lighthouse service.
Before he has accepted, Norman
refuses to accompany his father
on a fishing trip, during a fierce
storm. Gustaf accuses him ot
cowardice. Indignant, Norman
goes to Blind Man's Eye. Captain
Stocking is in command, living
with his daughter, Susan. Ed
Baker gives Stocking and his
daughter a biased account of
Norman’s conduct. While filling
« lamp with kerosene Susan sets
fire to her skirts, She is saved
from serious injury by Norman,
who is painfully injured. On his
day off duty Norman visits Julie
Richaud, The girl reproaches
kim for his inability to make up
his mind as to his life work, on
land or sea.
CHAPTER V—Continued
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Norman thought suddenly of his
father when the skipper mentioned
Mustache. It was not good ‘news
Julie had of him, . . , “Need never
come back, ; ¢ " -
“My dad went ashore on Mustache
years ago,” he said. d 5
“Did, en? Weli, he might 'a’ done
worse. Might of come on here to
Blind Mun’s Teeth, They’d of grabbed
him. Hungry? This is the hungriest
bit of coast I ever see, Erickson, and
I k»ow a sight of them.”
Norman’s eyes sought the open lake.
' “That boat’s running north fast.”
“Aye, her skipper knows what he's
dolng. Tryin’ to make shelter o’ Bat
tle Ax head, 1 suppose. Well, here's
Juck to him. Best light up. Steam
must be ready now, too.”
The lamp sang out its humming
melody. Norman felt more at peace
with the light on duty. Blind Man's
Eye burned clear, come all the fogs
of the inland seas, come cloud and
storm-rack, hurricane, sleet, lightnings,
come wrecks and wet death on the
teeth off the blasty point . . .
Blind Man’s Eye stayed wakeful, look
ing squarely into the face of its age
old enemy, the lake.
Already the steam whistle at Battle
Ax island far to the northwest was
moaning, two long drawn snores
across the wind, then four short blasts,
panting to keep up with the first two.
Norman burried back to the signal
house at Captain Stocking’'s heels.
There was a hiss of steam and a click
of small meticulous levers. In a ran
corous, contemptuous howl, Blind
Man’s voice screamed its answer to
Battle Ax . . . two short, one long,
two short.
“There she be!" Stocking rubbed
the glass of the gage with his spec
tacle chamois, *“Go report for supper,
Erickson. You first, It'll be an all
night job out here.”
Steve Sutton had appeared from
somewhere when Norman ran into the
kitchen. Sne knew how to cook. She
still was in high humor.
“I like wind !” she cried.
Norman shook his head. *I don't.”
*I like It,” repeated Sue.
“So does my father.”
Steve Sutton looked up inquisitively
dut did not speak.
" Qut in the dark the throat of the
fog signal swelled with steam. Wind
pounded the glasg of the kitchen win
dows, thumped their sash, squealed,
danced upon the panes. It had mad
dened feet tonight.
Norman pushed back his plate.
“There’s more fish,” Sue said.
“No. 1 have had enough” He
spoke defensively, Sue looked amused.
She would look more amused, Norman
reflected, If he told her all the gro
tesque, hideous thoughts that popped
fnto his head as soon as the wind be
gan to blow, Well, it wouldn't do to
tell her, He'd better get out and re
lleve her father, Strange, how he felt
tonight ; not frightened as he used to
be when a boy, but not comfertable,
That cursed wind! It blew the sense
right out of his head. But it never
blew out the tower lamp. Duty Is
duty. Let ber storm!
Norman slid into his ollskins and
buttoned the sou'wester under his chin,
Chill wet fingers of mist washed his
face as he opened the dor, Blind
Man'e Eye looked down mistily through
the damp thick alr llke a glant with
a cataract. The boller fires glowed
red ns bhe opened the door of the little
box-like house, Captain Stocking had
lighted the hand lantern and hung It
back upon its book.
“Your turn for supper,” Norman
told him, *“Sue says come quick. I'll
tend it bere”
The captain stepped out Into the
pight. The signal howled. Wind an:
swered it promptly, shrieking deflance
at the flimsy appliance of man, Nor
man stoked the fire,
It would be a long night. He might
find a book ~ ..
The door burst open and Sue Stock
ing blew in. Her eyes wers shioing
‘Wind whooped across the squat roof.
“Wonderfur night!” she cried. “A
regular wildecat. 1 couldn’t stay in,
didn’t even wait to wash the dishes!”
“I don't like it,” Norman admitted:
flatly. He observed the glow «n her.
face. She was friendly tonight. - It
was easy to talk to her. *“I was born
in a thunderstorm,” he confessed. g
“Lots of persons are. 1 was, my
self. Nothing remarkable about that
.« . it didn’t make me tongue-tied
or anything! What about it?”
“You? Born in lightnings?”
“Aboard ship. In the middle of
Lake Huron.”
Norman looked bewildered. *“And
you like bad weather in spite of that.
My mother told me . . .”
“Sure I like it. Why not? Dad diq,
too, when he was younger. It's only
been lately that he's let thick weather
get him.” .
The assistant keeper scowled. “Thick
weather? What do you mean by that?
Does thick weather bother the keep
er?”
Sue’s face sobered. ¢
“You're all wrong if you think my
father loves storms now, Erickson,
No, he starts off smart enough., Talks
a lot about wind making him feel
healthy. You've heard him. He‘ean't
keep it up long. He lost his last com
mand a night like this. The schooner
Susan, out in Huron. Mother wasn'’t
along. She was ashore with me. 'I
was in public school. The fog twisted
bim all ap. Since then he always gets
nervous. Hé's an old: man, Norman,
Lots of men get cautious when they
grow old.” . :
“1 know,” Norman said humbly, He
added: “My father doesn’t. It’d be
better if he did. But I was just think
ing . . . about myself. 1 never
supposed wind bothers the keeper.”
“It doesn’t bother me,” the girl an
swered.
Steve Sutton swung open the door.
“Fog's breakin’ a little,” he said un
easily, “gettin’ full of holes.”
His breath was short. Norman and
Sue both stared at him, It' looked
more like sweat than fog on his face.
“What’s -the matter, . Steve?” Sue
asked. *““What frightened you?”
Sutton tried to smile. There was
no color in his scaly face. He ran
his tongue around his lips; then
crossed to the boller, opened its door
and spat into the fire as if his mouth
were bitter,
“I seen her,” he muttered. “Seen
her plain. She was off there.” He
pointed lakeward. “Fog busts a hole
in itself and there she is . . . plain!
Just a-flashin’ like, I run,”
“Of course you ran.” answered Sue,
Norman raised his coal scoop.
“What did you see?” he demanded.
“The Kitty K,” Sutton answered
sourly. “It's the second time I seen
her. Three times, and it won't be me
here to see her again.”
“What’s the Kitty K.?”
“It's a silly coward’'s story,” Sue
Stocking exploded. “Sutton, I'm
ashamed of you. [l've told you be
fore that all the talk about the Kitty
K. is trash, A ghost ship? Rubbish.
Who ever saw her? No woman. Some
lazy old men with nothing better to
do.” She arose angrily and buttoned
her slicker., “You make me dis
couraged with human nature.” She
paused with her jhand on the door.
“Here comes father.” & '
Captain Stocking puffed in breath
lessly. “Some night,” he remarked.
“Steve saw the ghost ship,” his
daughter sald. She looked at Sutton
with contempt. “Go on, Steve, tell
him. The poor old Kitty K.”
“]1 did see her!”
Captain Stocking spoke dublously.
“It's a bad night, Sue. You better
go stay in the house., No use traips
ing around. Where you see the Kitty
K., Sutton?"
“North, off the Teeth, Plain, Sam’l
Only 1 see her, then 'l don't see her.”
“You saw the lights of Madrid Bay,”
Captain Stocking guessed, “through
holes in the fog."”
Sutton shrugged fill-humoredly. *lt
wasn't nothing human and live | seen,
Sam’'l, Think I can't sight a ghost
ship and know 1t?” 3
“Well, they do say . . .” Captain
Stocking scratched his head.
“Of course they do,” Sue broke in,
“a lot of simple-minded old men 'say
anything. I'm going to walk. It will
be good for me, 1 like wind. I like
to feel it. 1 might look for ghosts,
Steve. You're not busy, Norman.
Come with me? Wipe your face first,
it's covered with soot,” §
Norman looked at her admiringly,
He wiped his face on a towel and
followed her to the door, consclous
that Steve Sutton was glowering dis
tastefully at him. fje laughed when
they were out in the alr, His heart
warmed with a new sense of man.
hood. He felt llke an Erickson for
once, Dead ships! Even he knew
enongh not to belleve In dead ships.
And here was Sutton, who talked
loud and spiritedly on calm days of
his adventures afloat and ashore,
trembling now In a corner, clalming
he had seen a ghost. Even* Keeper
Stocking acted uneasy as a cat
Fog lay thick upon the face of the
Idke, Great winds tramped ncross the
land. Flying sand stung Norman's
face that still smarted from its burn.
ing In the tower fire. He drew a
deep breath. Queer the way this girl
liked wind, She even walked as If
she liked It
They strode along silently: the alr
was too nolsy for talk, Spray whipped
down the wind, The fog signa! snored,
The assistant keeper felt Sue grip
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his arm. He could not hear what she
shouted. But she turned suddenly
and ran back to the signal house. He
raced at her heels. Within the door
she. waited for him, her face white.
“Norman, did you see? Didn't you
see?" 2
“See what?” ) %
“A light, Norman, out there on the
Teeth! Just once, wavering .| , .»
she swung angrily on Sutton, who had
interrupted. “No,-‘go, it wasn't your
silly ghost! It was a ship. - A live!
ship having trouble!” R
“You're seeing things, too, Sue,”
her father chided her gravely. “It's
an awful easy thing to do.
“I'm not blind !” his daughter flared.
“And I'm not crazy!”
“I'll go back and look,” Norman
offered. He glanced at Sutton and
laughed. “You got the fidgets, Sut
ton, talking, talking; always,talking,
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At Least He Was Not Afraid! He'd
Proved That to Himself!
There's--things to be scared of. 1
know it as well as any one on this
coast. But it's not ghosts. Ghosts!
I'll go look for a light.
The night lay 8o .black and the fog
so thick that he waded In" the wash
again before he realized it. He strode
up the beach to a shelf of sand back
from the water., He did not try to
look until his eyes became accustomed
to the dark.
When the wind dropped for a heart
beat, he stared out intently. At his
left Blind Man’s Eye shone down
gloomily through the banks of fog,
faded out behind opaque curtains of
dampness, or when a wind nole
snapped across the shore, glared
brightly for a moment, He saw noth
ing else. No light. Sue had made a
mistake. Slowly he started back. The
fog sigual howled, hooted, sobbed.
Scared? Certainly’ here was test
enough, He was a man, assistant
keeper of Blind Man's Eye; he could
not afford to be scared. Steve Sut
ton with his silly ghost stories had
set him #ih( tonight, made him see
how foollsh all “fears were. Ghost
storles! He could tell worse stories
than this one about the Kitty K., true
ones. He shivered, then laughed. He
would like to see old Gustaf make
sport of Ste“a Sutton. "
Wind prled dnder his oilskins and
he twisted his head to the right. His
breath caught iln,the crook of his
Kitchener in''Retrest Froih Official Cares
. Kitcheger island is a real lotus Is
land of tropleal beauty In the middle
of the great River Nile, not far from
the great cataract. '
When Lord Kitchener llved near As
souan, he loved. to jleave the haunts
of mer and éteal quletly in a small
boat to this island, which he made his
own, It was entirely uninhabited and
was .a perfect wilderness when he
took It over, but he brought to It trop
feal Indian trees and planted there fig
and banana trees and made beautiful
und pleturesque palm groves with
seats magde from palm leaves,
In the center of the island he bullt
n small kiosk for himself, and resting
there, away from the buey town, he
could see the stately white-sailed fo
luccas wending thelr way through the
various Islets and could bhear the Nu-
Welsh Race Vanishing
That the Welsh a 9 a distinet and
separate race, with its culture, liter.
ature and art, will be practically out
of existence In the next 50 years, Is
the prediction of students of Welsh
nationalism, They point to figures
showing that In Wales today there are
more English, frish and Scoteh than
there are Welsh, Cardiff, with 250,000
population, having only 45000 native
residents, It Is estimated that only 5
per cent of the population of Wales
can speak, read and write Welnk,
throat as he again looked lakeward.
His heart gave a savage pound
against his ribs. His mouth dropped
open and a fearful wind filled it. Sue
had been right. The lights of a ves
sel flared through a rift in the fog,
port and starboard, showing red and
green, and above them a white mast
head lantern rolling, twisting in the
night. No mistake. Three lighis, [t
was a boat all right, Aground, Chew
ing to pieces on Blind Man's Teeth.
How big a-boat? He couldn't see.
He rana little farther, Again he saw
the side-lights of the vessel glowing
through the fog, close in. Steve Sut:
ton's motorboat lay two hundred paces
up the sand. But no one man could
launch it in this surf! No two men!
There were people in that wreck.
They needed help.
A great roller charged in, topped
by foam, It caught his knees and
flung him down. Once he rolled over,
then the undertow sucked him out.
Another roller poured down on him;
he fought breathlessly. He must get
word to the coast guard!
It was hard work, crawling back to
shore. At least he was not afraid!
He'd proved that to himself! Again
he went down, felt himselt dragged
toward deep water. Something
thrashed past him as he floundered in
the wash, something bulky and shape
less and black. Sand and foam filled
his eyes.
What was that thing that bumped
him when, it - passed? Norman's
drenched mind flashed back to his fa
ther, D—n that story! Always in
storm he remembered it . . . the
singsong . words of that hideous
Dy
' “We all was glad when it gets dark
that night, so we don’t look no more at
the waves . . . that big wave
come, two, ‘three times big as all the
rest . .. . something float past
me , . . two somethings . . . the
captain’s wife, the captain’sdog . . .
we feel sorry for that dog. But the
woman?' She give. nobody enough to
eat!”
- Norman tried to get up to his feet.
No matter what had toated past him.
He was not afraid! The wave re
treated, flung back hy the invincible
shore. It gripped Norman’'s-legs, flung
bim down and choked him. Another
thundered in and picked him up. It
trounced him mercilessly on the peb
bles, bunted him shoreward and tessed
him, winded, upon. the wash. Agaio
something thumped into him before
he could crawl out of the chilly water,
Something hairy, something that soft:
ened as- it brushed his shoulder.
The fog broke apart for a moment
and Blind Man's Eye looked down
with a ‘yellow beam on the gusty
beach.” Norman cried out. -
At his feet floated the body of a
dead dog. A big, strong brown dog,
hairy all over. Ids g
The son of Gustat Erickson fled in
panic up the sand. Unmanned, dis
mayed,.calling mad words on the head
of his father, he stampeded toward
the lighthouse, he collapsed, a. fugi
tive from relentless nightmares, from
the terfdrs of his ehildhood, through
those long, blasty, wakeful nights in
the little room under Gustaf’s shingle
roof,” i K
CHAPTER vt;,‘_
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Captain Sam’l Goés Out
Captain Stocking ‘putled: his assist
ant up from the floor of the signal
house and dragged him Into a’ehalr.
The fog whistle hooted, two Short,
one long, two short. Norman Erick-’
son ‘cried ouf. . . i
. “Fhere!” he gasped miserably, and
pointéd laKeward, '+ ! . ! '
The fbg whistle rodred ‘again. Ner
man, breathing bard, epened Illg.)nuu
gard eyes and lmmediately squeezed
them shut. "I saw a’dog!” he cried.”
“The captain’s dogl¥:
blan boatmen chanting as they sailed
along. In the distanc¢e he could also
hear the pecullar droning of the wa
ter wheels and the hum of ifnndmer
able Insects.—Weekly Scotsman,
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Righteous Indignation
“It's o le!” cried the politiclan
when confronted with evidence which
purpiried to “#ow fie haa ‘appropri
ated ‘funds “which did not belong to
him, “it's an Infernal tie, a wicked
prevarication, an Insult and slander.
L never took the money. | shall not
let this' charge so base and yot so
baseless besmirch my name. [ know
nothing of what became of the dough.
I shall fight to clear my name, and
before they get through they wil
realize they have tackled the wrong
party, 1 didn't take the money, and
I shall fight the charge that | did to
the last diteh, even If It tukes every
cent of IL"—Exchange,
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Perfect Gentleman
Patient (at doctor's oftice) —1 am al
most ashamed to call on you, doctor—
It I 8 such a long time since | was 11
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The Better Way
Think of how you ean Ilaugh at
whaut you don't like Instend of scold.
Ing. It makes a much greater impres
slon,
Sue Stocking, leaning down, shook
~bim hard.
“Have you lost your wits?” she cried
angrily. She turned on her father,
“He's wet, he's been in the wa-
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Norman ' pushed ' away her hands.
His heart thumped from her shaking,
He looked down at his legs, their flesh
c¢reeping still where the body of the
“dog had touched them, *1 saw a dog!"
he cried again. “There’s a boat on
the reef. Dog washed ashore. A dog!
A hairy dog! Dead! And three
lights! A live boat, smashing on reef.
Saw her, plain! Dog ashore ~ . .
Norman stopped, panting, and cov
ered his eyes. Sue's expression was
merciless,
“Well, I'll. be sunk me'sel'!” The
keeper's voice hardened as he glared
at his assistant. He yanked his sou'-
wester down from its peg, hooked the
lantern on his arm, and buckled the
oilskins at his neck.
“You keep the fire goin’ here, gal,”
he directed Susan sternly, *“Get up,
Erickson, and come along. Sutton,
your boat. Your boat, drat ye!”
Sutton's face, which 'had been white
as canvas began filling with color, now
that he knew it was not the Kitty K.
He leaped after Stocking.
“Best take the skiff, Sam'lL” he
cried as he plunged through the door.
“That sea'll bust up a power boat
os e Wekincarryina line «
sure, we can do it!”
Captain Stocking came back to the
fog shack, squalling: *“You go tell the
coast guard, Erickson! Run! Never
mind the phone. Line's blowed down
by now. Sutton and I will start in
the skifr!”
. “You go with my father!” Susan
cried. “There’s room in that skiff for
three!”
Norman arose, his knees like milk.
“Tell the coast guard?” he repeated.
) He could not meet Sue’'s hard steady
face. He tried to follow the keeper.
“I'd rather. go with you, sir. . . .”
~ “The coast guard!” Stocking shout
ed. , e
Norman staggered through the door,
that swung banging behind him, A
wind like creation’s fury thrashed
down from the vengeful north. Nor
man plunged headlong through the
sand. A wall of somber fog met his
eyes. Dimly through it he saw at
last the night lantern in the porch
of the coast guard station, the dark
lookout tower, the black closed mouth
of the boathouse doors, A yellow light
shone in a lower window. He tripped
across the flower hoxes toward it,
. The first man he saw as he flung
open the door was the new number
seven, Ed Baker,
“Wreck!” Norman cried.
~ Baker dropped his newspaper and
} stared at Norman unbelievingly. From
the room adjoining, Captain Parish
pushed his sharp choppy face through
~ the doorway.
~, “Call!” Baker shouted. *Calll”
g “Where?’ Parish demanded.
Ed Baker pointed to Norman. The
assistant keeper was choking for
breath,
“Wreck . . . Blind Man’s Teeth
+ « " he chattered, “small boat, dog
washed ashore,”
Captain Parish whipped around, his
Jaw tighter,
“Anderson,” he shouted, “you go tell
my wife, then run for Carlson, patrol
south, Quick, man. Got a call! Get
Shay down from' the tower, Baker,”
He gave his orders rapidly. “Where
is this wreck, Erickson? Speak up!
On the Teeth, eh? Close in? Reach
it with the gun and buoy, maybe?"
He stopped, then gave his own an
swer. *“No, cap’t do that! Ag'in’ the
wipd tonight! And a power o' surf
to bust through launchin’ a lifeboat!”
Norman wiped the spray from his
face., In his head roared frightful
words, sounds, horrid fancies, hideous
nightmares resurrected from his.boy
hood. He heard his father's old sing
song volice telling terrible stories, Sto
ries of a dog. He heard the wind rat
tliing the hand-hewn shingles ahove
the hedroom where he had slept at
home, He saw his mother, saw her
plaln as lightning for one ghastly mo
ment, that night old Gustaf beat her
because thelr boy cried, cried like a
baby over the tale of the schooner
Gottland, 4
“I'm short two palrs o' hands,” Par
ish snapped, “comes o' leavin' men go
visgitin® with thelr wives! You'll have
to go along with us, Erickson ~ ~ ~
,need elght men to handle that boat
.+« Buch’'n night ... you mind the
engine, Baker!” ’ ’
The lifehoat bulked astoundingly
turge in the confines of her small
quarters,
“Ease off there!” Captailn Parlsh
shouted. “Watch them blocks!”
The big boat moved in her cradle,
slid forward, and upon smooth sure
rollers started toward the sbore
ugalnet feroclous wrenchings of the
wind, The crew held firmm hands up
on her. Norman gripped the stern,
A great roller galloped up the sand,
tripped his legs, yanked the boat,
twisted her spitefully out of the strong
hunds that beld her, thumped her
down,
“Heanve!” Captaln Parish screamed
through the turmoll, His mouth
reached cloke to Norman's ear, The
pext wave buried both men to thelr
wilsts,
“Heave "
The bo, Shay, on the decking,
jubbed the beach with a plke poly
St gnother drenching wave,
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give a few drops of plain Castoria, N¢
sooner done than Baby is soothed ; re
Hes is just a matter of moments. Yet
you have eased your chlid without use
of a single doubtful drug; Castoria is
vegetable, So it's safe to use as often
as an Infant has any little pain you
cannot pat away, And it's always
ready for the crueler pangs of celle, or
constipation or diarrhea ; effective, too,
for older children, Twenty.five million
bottles were bought last year,
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