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I 8 E TTEARST’S SUNDAY AMERICAN, ATLANTA, OA., SUNDAY, DECEMBER 7, 1913. Jack London's ‘Sea Gangsters’ in Hearst’s Magazine J ACK LONDON'S "Sen OangM^r.* a thrilling modern story of love*, mutiny and fat* aboard the good ship Flslnorr, reaches some peculiar ly stirring passages In the current De pmbtr number of HUAH8T*8 MAGAZJN& Properly to understaiyl tb«> exuurptii that follow and that represent Mr. London nf hie best, a brief synopsis of what l»a< gone lie- fore is nete sary. Out from ) jltlir.ore, down across •he Four Hens swings the good ship LUlnore, under canvas, with u “bug* houa crew, and one woman, and one passenger who was trying t > get aw/iy from it all including woman. Four l*«r, fllttd In the "1<1 to be taken oft to the ship four hours he shivered and waited w ith Wadn. his Japanese valet, c\ivy’m: (’aptaln West. Finally the t o and took him off; and then I’.Uhuist almost . hanged his mind. No women along.' lie had demand • * und here whs one. It was Mur- »■;i ’•»•!, Captain West’s daughter. Bhe, in fact, it wo who had changed her mind and, incidentally had mode }' thurst wait four hours in the cold. He was debating: go ashore or stick It out? •Slav." she said, and he did. For m >» wmk quite sure she knew how to entertain herself, and that he needn't bother about her. So far, so good, but there was the . rew; in all the world there never w hs a w orse one. Every last mother’s son had something wrong with him. -Heirs broth, itself,” muttered Mr. Pike-, the man-driving old first mate; and Mr. Mellalre. th« second mete, agreed “and, not sn able seaman among them;” but the mates were • ure they could knock it into them. And they proceeded to do it, literal ly. Right then and there a little mutiny started, but Pike Jumped in and let fly with both fists, and the mutiny ended flat on Its back on the deck. “Who’s the old stiff?” says Pike. “Me,” moans Larry, while Pat hurst turns to look over the ship (The following remarkable excepts from Jack London’s “The 8ea Gang sters,” are reprinted from the currant December number of HEAR8TS HEARST’S MAGAZINE.) • • • I LEA NEI) against the rail in the lee of the wheelhouse and stared up at the lofty spars and my riad ropes that I could guess were there No, 1 decided: I was not keen on the voyage. The whole atmos phere of it was wrong. There were the cold hours I had waited on the pier-ends. There was .Miss West coming along. There was the crow of broken men and lunatics. I won dered if the wounded Greek in the inidshlphouse still gibbered, and if Mr. Pike hud yet sewed him up; and I was quite sure T would not care to witness such a transaction In sur gery. Even Wada, who had never been In a sailing ship, had his doubts of the voyage Bo did the steward, who hail spent most of a lifetime in sailing ships. Bo far as Captain West was concerned, crews did not exist. And as for Miss West, she was so abom inably robust that she could not be anything else than an optimist in such matters. She had always lived; .her red blood sang to her only that |she would always live and that noth ing evil could ever happen to her ■glorious personality. f Oh, trust me, I knew the way of red f blood Such was rny condition, that the red-blood health of Miss West was virtually an affront to me—for I knew how unthinking and immod- (•iuio Mich blood could be. And for five months at least—there was Mr. Pike’s offered wager of a pound of tobacco or a month's wages to that offset 1 whs to be pent up on the true ship with her Ah sure as cos mic Kip was cosmic sap, Just that sure was 1 that ere the voyage was over I should be pestered by her making love to me. Please do not mistake me. My certainty in this matter was due, not to any exalted m . ’ Y wv "Oh. I had no Ultufana) Mian West was one of the love-seekers, obseo. sorj and possessor!, fragile and fierce, soft and venomous, prouder than Lucifer and as prideless. Hadn’t I met, and fled from, her kind before now?” One of Anton Otto Plsoher’e Charming Illustrations for "The Sea Gangstere” In HEARST’S MAGAZINE. sense of my own desirableness to women, but to my anything but ex alted concept of women as instinct ive huntresses of men. In my ex perience, women hunted men with quite the same blind hunger that marks the pursuit of the sun by the sunflower, the pursuit of attachable surfaces by the tendrils of the grape- vino. • •***• A woman! Women! Heaven knows I had been sufficiently tormented by their persecutions to know them. I leave it to you: thirty years of age, not entirely unhandsome, an intel lectual and artistic place in the world and an Income most dazzling—why shouldn’t women pursue me? They would have pursued me had I been a hunchback for the sake of my artis tic place alone, for the sake of my Income alone. Yes; and love! Did I not know love—lyric, passionate, mad, roman tic love? That, too, was of old-time with me. I. too, had throbbed and sung and sobbed and sighed—yes, and known grief, and burled my dead. But it was so long ago. How young I was—turned 24! And after that I had learned the bitter lesson that even deathless grief may die; and 1 had laughed again and done my share of philandering with the pret ty, ferocious moths that fluttered around the light of my fortune and artistry, and after that, in turn, 1 had retired disgusted from the lists of woman, and gone on long lance- breaking adventures in the realm of mind. And here I was, on board the Elsinore, unhorsed by my encounters with the problems of the ultimate, carried off the Held with a broken pate. As I leaned against the rail, dis missing premonitions of disaster, I could not help thinking of Miss West below, bustling and humming as she made her little nest. And from her my thought drifted on to the everlasting mystery of women. Yes, I, with all the futuristic con tempt for woman, am ever caught up afresh by the mystery of woman. Oh, no illusions, thank you. Worn- BOOK REVIEWS By JUNE TREMONT “The Spider's Web.” Reginald Wright Kauffman in “The Spider's Web,’* published by Moffat, Yard & Co., tells an interesting, albeit a tragic, story of New York life. The tale is one which gives you an uncomfortable sensation now and then, because it deals with things the “System” will do to gain its ends. A young lawyer starts to vanquish the "Money Power” via pollotlcs and the District Attorney’s office, only to find himself balked at every point by the Invisible ruler of Manhattan. He even discovers that the reform poli ticians are shams when the political screw's are applied to them. And the worst part of it all is that Mr. Kaifffman writes in the convincing way of a man who knows whereof he speaks It’s surely a book for the American who thinks. “The Cur and the Coyote.” “The Cur and the Coyote,” by Ed ward Peple. is a homeopathic tale of life in the cow country, which is pub lished by Moffat, Yard & So. Dog nature and w isdom are laid bare in a manner that carries a lesson to the human animals of the plains. “Memoirs of Mimosa.” ‘'Mimosa” is an English girl of mid dle-class parentage who has but one ambition—that to run the whole ga mut of human emotions. In the end she falls. 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The average man has heard and read so much of the controversy that has raged that he does not realize how imposing is the array of well-authen ticated, undisputed facts about the poet. William Allan Neilson, professor of English at Harvard, and Ashley Hor ace Thorndyke, professor of English :it Columbia, have compiled these facts and have made them interest ing. Reading this volume, Shakespeare becomes a real person. This is, in me, a valuable reference work and a book which the man who must be en tertained need not shun, i Shakespeare's life, the books be read, how he got rich, who were his friends; his London, the Elizabethan ■ i\ arytl lug, it seena, which helps visualize Shakespeare, he man and author, is presented in the volume, published by The Mac Millan Company, price 60 cents net. “Grandmother Stories.” “Grandmother Stories" is the name of a beautiful story book by How ard Merriweather Lovett, which has Just been issued from the A. B. Cald well Press In Atlanta. The stories, as the title suggests, are from the “Land of the Used-To-Be,” and are told fresh from the quaint old lady’s own experience, whose old-fashioned por trait adorns the front page. “Grandmother Stories” include a number of hitherto untold stories of the past when the South was owned by chevaliers and slaveholders, and there was romance and heroism among the women, as well as the men. The book includes stories of the American Revolution, of the war between the States, and of old plan tation days, when the negro was the trusted friend to his master. “Grandmother Stories” is bound in blue and white, and is illustrated with copies of original old paintings. The book is suitable for both mature and immature minds, and includes many points of valuable history, “The Eternal Masculine.” “The Eternal Masculine,” by Mary Raymond Shipman Andrews, -which is published by Charles Scribner’s Sons, is a collection of short stories which is sure to delight the heart of the out-of-doors.man. The tales are woven principally about fishing and hunting incidents, the setting for them being easily recognized as true by the sportsman who has roamed a bit in Canadian wilds. A vein which extends through the whole work discloses the fact that the au thor firmly believes that man are but boys grown taller, for she makes middle-aged characters frolic with all of the abandon of their younger brothers. By EDWIN MARKHAM “The Unafraid.” Where have we read of a plot simi- tr to that on which "The Unafraid” s built? It reminds one of the mo- ive that actuated the brother of Mar- lal Tavannes, in a certain historical imance. But. after all. since there is othing new, it all depends on the reatment. The heroine of "The Unafraid,” by Eleanor Ingram (J. B. Lipplncott Co., 1.26), is a sweet young lady, with le euphonious name Delight \Var- en, engaged to marry the brother of Balkan noble. Lieutenant Balslc, being unable to one to the mountain, in the form of Miss Warren, she goes to Mahomet, o* rather, starts to go. When she gets • the stepping-off place she is kid naped and taken to the home of tefan, the hated brother, and there mpriBoncd, for fear her marriage vill furnish funds for the lieutenant’s npatriotic project. Lieutenant Ualsic is not the type of ! in, the love-seeker, obsessing and : -ssesHing, fragile und fierce, soft and venomous, prouder thaq Lucifer and s prideless, holds a perpetual, almost morbid, attraction for the thinker, j What is this flume of her, blazing through all her contradictions and 5tf- i nobilities? This, ruthless passion for i life, always for life, more life on the i planet? At times it seems to me bra- ; /*n, and awful, and soulless. At t1m*s ! I am swayed by the sublimity of it. j No; there is no escape from woman, j Always as a savage returns to a dark i glen where goblins are and gods may j he, so do I return to the contempla tion of woman. • * * * • On the High 9eas. We had put the pilot off at midday, but the Britannia towed us wall into the afternoon and did not cast us off until the ocean was wide about us and the land a faint blur on the west ern horizon. Here, at the moment of leaving the tug, we made our “de parture”—that is to say, technically began the voyage, despite the fact that w’e had already traveled a full 24 hours away from Baltimore. It was about the time of casting off, when I was leaning on the poop-rail gazing forward, when Miss West joined me. Mr. Pike Joined us. for a moment ceasing from his everlasting pacing up and down, to lean with us on the poop-rail. Many of the crew were in evidence, nulling on ropes on the main deck be low us. To my inexperienced eye they appeared more unprepossessing than ever. “A pretty scraggly crew, Mr. Pike,” Miss West remarked. “The worst ever.” he growled, “and I’ve seen some pretty bad ones. We’re teachin’ them the ropes Just now— most of ’em.” “They look starved,” I commented “They are; they almost always are,” Miss West answered, and her eyes roved over them in the same apprais ing, cattle-buyer’s fashion I had marked in Mr. Pike. “But they’ll fat up with regular hours, no whisky, and solid food—won’t they, Mr Pike?” “Oh, sure. They always do. And you’ll see them liven up when we get ’em in hand—maybe. They're a measly lot, though.” I looked aloft at the vast towers of canvas. Our four masts seemed to have flowered into all the sails possi ble, yet the sailors beneath us, un der Mr. Mellaire’s direction, were set ting triangular sails, like jibs, be tween the masts, and there were ho many that they overlapped one an other. The slowness and clumsiness with which the men handled these small sails led me to ask. "But what would you do, Mr. Pike, with a green crew r like this if you were caught right now in a storm with all this canvas spread?” He shrugged his shoulders, as if 1 had asked what he would do in an earthquake with two rows of New York skyscrapers falling on his head from both sides of a street. "Do?” Miss West answered for him. “We’d get the sail off Oh, it can be done, Mr. Pathurst, with any kind of a crew. If it couldn’t, I should have been drowned long ago.” “Sure,” Mr. Pike upheld her. “So would I.” “The officers can perform miracles with the most worthless sailors, in a pinch,” Miss West tvent on. Again Mr. Pike nodded his head and agreed, and I noted his two big paws, relaxed the moment before and drooping over the rail, quite uncon sciously tensed and folded themselves Into fists. Also, I noted fresh abra sions on the knuckles. Miss West laughed heartily, as from some recol lection. “I remember one time when w f e sailed from San Francisco with a most hopeless crew. It was in the Lallah Rookh—you remember her, Mr. Tike?” “Your father’s fifth comffiand," he nodded. “Lost on the West Coast afterward—went ashore in that big earthquake an-.; tidal wave. Parted her anchors, and when she hit under the cliff the cliff fell on her.” "That’s the ship. Well, our crew seemed mostly cowboys and brick layers und tramps, und more tramps than anything else. Where the board ing house masters got them was be yond irmjgirh r A number of th»-m j were shanghaied, that was certain : You should have seen them when they j v ere first sent aloft.” Again she j laughed. “It was belter than circus clowns. And scarcely had the tug cast us off, outside the Hoads, w’hen it began to blow up. and we began to shorten down. And then our mates performed miracles. You remember Mr. Harding Silas Harding?” “Don’t I though!” Mr. Pike pro claimed, enthusiastically. "He was some man, and he must have been an old man even then.” "He was, arfd a terrible man,” she concurred, and added, almost reverent, ly, "and a w'onderful man.” She turned her face to me. “He was our mite. The men were seasick and miserable and green But Mr. Hard ing got the sail off the Lallah Rookh just the same, What I wanted to tell you was this: I was on the poop, just like I am now’, and Mr. Harding had a lot of those miserable sick men putting gaskets on the main-lower- topsail—how far would that be above the deck, Mr. Pike?” "Let me see. c * * the Lallah Rookh.” Mr. Pike paused to consider. “Oh, say around a hundred feet.” "I saw it myself. One of the green hands, a tramp, and he must already have got a taste of Mr. Harding, fed off the lower-top-sail-yard. I was only a little girl, but it looked like certain death, for he was falling from the weather side of the yard straight down on deck, But he fell into the belly of the mainsail, and landed on his feet on deck and unhurt. And he landed right alongside of Mr. Hard ing. facing him. I don’t know which was the more astonished, but I think Mr. Harding was, for he stood there petrified. He had expected the min to be killed. Not so the man. He took one look at Mr. Harding, then made a wild jump for the rigging and climbed right back up to that top sail-yard.” Miss West and the mate laughed so heartily that they scarcely heard me say. "Astonishing! Think of the Jur to the man’s nerves, falling to appar ent death that way.” "He’d been Jarred harder by Silas Harding. I guess,” was Mr. Pike’s re mark, with another burst of laughter, in which Miss West Joined. Something went wrong with the men below us on the deck, some stu pidity or blunder that was made aware to ns by Mellaire’s raised voire. Like Mr, Pike, he had a way of snarl ing at the sailors that was distinctly unpleasant to the ear. On the faces of several of the sail ors bruises were in evidence. One, in particular, had an eye so swollen that it was closed, “Looks as if he had run against a stanchion in the dark.” I observed. Most eloquent, and most uncon scious, was the quick flash of Miss West’s eyes to Mr. Pike’s big paws, with freshly abraded knuckles, rest ing on the rail. It was a stab of hurt to me. She knew. (The complete installment of this most fascinating story from which these excerpts have been taken will be found in full in the current De cember number of Hearst’s Maga zine.) 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