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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 ok o 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 A Romance of the Great Lakes by KARL W. DETZER . . Copyright by The Bobbs-Mertill Co. W. N. U, Service “.h‘ 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, AL | ‘\ \j"%‘ (' \‘. \‘\‘."‘ ‘ ”; i \\\l‘4\;\' ‘«\\\\\\\\‘\\(\\ X Ilt"' ) (/ ].\‘\'\ ‘\& \_J"l'.l | (_ l‘-,‘\\\\\.. 7 "’ /', {i l &\/r f)’,’ \| \ wok W |2B = R //M\ ‘ ":"‘: M . K\ %\‘{,fi)h b ¢ \il:)f;z»__,_‘/_r'l:‘ & D A % %é.\\* TRy LS .\\ 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;,‘_ ; y A% g 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, P 4, Y it 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, ' . S W . 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 last | .t i e i o 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- PRIS v 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. 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