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Count Luckner, the Sea Devil I Running before the wind, the Seeadler, un der her proper name and with all Ke Norwegian camouflage cleared away, ■p, „ southward toward Madeira. The gun H rw worked hard at drill and target prac- ■ >v , and Count Luckner offered a prize to first man who should sight the first vessel. Off Gibraltar the raiders met ■ large British steamship, and raising the "Chronometer time, please,” pre- to board her. ■chapter IV—Continued ■ shouted the command, and the drLni heat “clear for action.” A sec* tint: of the rail could be lowered and raised as a gun shield. It dropped ciltiering and revealed the muzzle of cannon. Dp with the German (lag aijd life, one across her brows. ■it was the Seeadler’s first shot against the enemy. ■what’s that, by Joe? Nothing hap pened, no movement on deck, no slow* down of the ship. Then a flag Went up the mast, the British flag. It Wav like the fantastic things that hap- An Id a dream. I thought I must be asleep. Another shot across her bows. 31 e suddenly changes her course. Hello, she wants to get away. A shot Xer the stern, another over the smokestack, and now she hove to, ■ a boat was in the water rowing to ■iird us. We all put on our best man- Xrs, and 1 welcomed CaptaiD Chewn lioard the Seeadler. What did we Sunt of him, he asked, so bewildered ttnt he stuttered. “Well, first a Jr endly chat,” 1 replied. He was an ol I salt with a scraggly gray beard. I Iked him right off. His ship was the <Jlid.ys Royal, bound from Cardiff with five thousand tons of coal for Buenos Aires. 1 told him that, much as I disliked sending any ship to the Bottom of the sea, nevertheless, we must sink the Gladys Royal. ■ “Oh, no,” he argued, “we are bound ■or a neutral port and won’t harm Mnything. It will be bad for me to Ipse my ship, and I have a wife and J|hiidren at home.” ■ “Do you believe, Captain Chewn, Ifhat, under the same circumstances, a British naval officer would show any laercy to a German ship?” ■ He made no reply. I We now got an explanation of the Queer behavior of his ship that had so puzzled us after our first shot Cap- Sain Chewn, an old-timer at sea, simply ■bought we were trying to compare itime in the old traditional way, by firing a blank mortar. He had raised ibis flag to serve as the mortar shot on his side. He would afterward lower It to give the exact moment. That is ■he way in vogue today*. But when pur second shot was fired, the cook on the Gladys Royal saw the shell strike the water and thought we had sighted a submarine and were firing at it He gave the alarm, and the captain started to zagzag. it was only after the third shot that they saw our can non pointed at them and the German battle flag at our masthead. “By Joe,” and the captain pounded the rail with open admiration, “you fooled me bloody well. It was the d—dest.trap 1 ever saw.” I sent a prize crew aboard the ■Gladys Royal with orders to have her follow the Seeadler. 1 wanted to wait and blow her up after nightfall. Cruis ers might be roaming somewhere in these parts, and it would be unwise to run the risk of attracting their atten tion with the sound of an explosion. We photographed our capture care fully. At dusk we transferred the steamer’s twenty-six men, white and black, to our ship. The captain brought his belongings aboard. 1 also sent Lieutenant Preiss to pack up ev erything aboard the captured vessel that he thought we might need and ferry it over. He displayed excellent judgment, too, and turned up with a welcome store of excellent provisions. We sailors could be content with a sailor’s fare whenever need be, but wo wanted our guests to dine well at alt times to help make up for the sor row of losing their ships. Preiss and his men planted a bomb in her hold, lit the time fuse, and took to the boats. Fifteen minutes passed. Then the Gladys Royal trem bled fore and aft. She went down stern first, and in ten minutes her forward quarter stuck straight out of the sea. Her bow re mained above water for a long time. A steamer hove into sight. She car ried side lights, and from that we judged her to be a neutral. Suddenly a second explosion, from the accumu lation of air pressure, burst the bow of the Gladys Royal. With a final quiver, she took her last plunge into the depths and slid out of sight, while we scurried away into the night with all sails set. Captain Chewn was agreeably sur prised to find himself assigned to a cozy cabin. His only complaint was that he had no one to enjoy it with hitn. This sociable mariner liked com pany. So we promised to supply him with companions as soon as possible. Much as we wanted to please Cap tain Chewn and show him that we were accommodating hosts, we al lowed the next ship to sail by in peace. She was a British passenger steamer bound through Gibraltar. We had room enough for all her passen gers, but we did not want to be both ered with women and children. At noon, with a heavy sea running, we sighted a steamer cutting diagon ally across our course. No flag, no name. We signaled her for informa tion, but there was no response. Sure ly she must be an Englishman with a hard boiled efficient skipper. You ‘By LOWELL THOMAS Copyright l>y Doubloday, Doran & Cos. know how a British captain often is, with his nose right down on his Job, with no thought except his cargo and his lookout for submarines and cruis ers? Well, evidently this chap couldn’t be bothered with a funny old Norwe gian windjammer. Sails set and mo tor running, we held across his course and got in front of him. Now, at sea. a sailing vessel always has the right of way over a steamship because the latter cun maneuver more rapidly. But that meant nothing to this steam ship. She swerved not an inch, and seemed quite content to run us down. We had to jib and let him go in the wind, or there would have been a col lision. The Englishman passed us at three hundred yards. The German flag was climbing swiftly to our masthead. “Fire,” 1 commanded, “let’s see if that will make him change his mind.” The gun boomed and a shell went screaming over the steamer. “By Joe,” I said, “he sticks to his opinions." The steamer’s stacks belched fresh clouds of smoke. Her course changed not at all. Another shot, this one, by way of emphasis, just over the smoke stack. The steamer turned into the wind. “A wise baby, that skipper,” com mented Leudemann sacarsticaily. “He knows a windjammer can’t sail against the wind.” We, of course, couldn’t catch him in a chase, but our range was still point blaDk. A shot through the smoke stack and a couple into the hull. We could see the crew running around wildly. A siren was screaming. A shell exploded on deck. The propel ler stopped, and the steamer slowed down and lay rolling in the trough of the sea. The Englishman must have known that he hadn’t a ghost of a chance to escape under fire at such close range. First of all, he had been discourteous in ignoring our friendly signals. Then he had violated the rules of oceaD traffic in not giving our clipper the right of way. And now in cold blood 'f ‘ : \ j ; Lutece, Captured by the Castaways. he had endangered the life of his crew. According to the unwritten rules of etiquette among pirates and raiders, if was up to us to put out a boat and board a prize. But instead L signaled the steamer: “Captain, come aboard 1” Let him come over to us. If he’s such a tough guy, we’ll show him who rules the waves in this part of the Atlantic. It was funny. Finally, 1 had to Laugh. The ship was the Lundy Is land bound for France with a cargo of Madagascar sugar. An important cargo, sure enough. Sugar was scarce in all the countries at war, and we Germans, whose supply of sugar con sisted mostly of a great longing for it, could sympathize with the captain's eagerness to get the precious mer chandise to port. When the first shot struck the Lundy Island, the crew, black, brown, and yellow, fell Into a panic. With shells falling, running the ship or staying with It meant nothing to them. The captain roared and stormed, but that was all the good it did. So he seized the helm, himself. Just then a shot hit the rudder chain, and when he turned the wheel nothing happened. The crew started taking to the boats, and the tough old salt was left alone on deck. Our signal for him to come on board left him help less. His boats were out there with the crew floundering at the oars. The sea was pitching and rolling, and they were so frightened they could hardly row. He paced the bridge with his Legal Knots Untied by Chinese Solomon In a village near Peking, China, four tradesmen clubbed together to buy cot ton. To protect it from rats they pro cured a cat, and agreed that each of them owned one of the animal’s legs. Soon afterwards the cat hurt one of its paws, and the owner of that par ticular leg bound it up with a rag soaked in oil. But the cat went too near the fire, the bandage ignited, and the terrified animal rushed amongst the bales of cotton, which flared up and were destroyed. The three owners of the uninjured THE ROCKDALE RECORD, Conyers, Ga„ Wed., April 24. 1929 handbag in his hand, a solitary, woe begoue figure. We finally had to send a boat for him. On our deck he got a stern, formal reception. “Any casualties among your men, captain?” “No, worse luck. Not a man scratched, by Joe, and the blighters scurried around like rabbits at a dog show. Look at them in the boats out there. They haven’t got here yet, the beggars. Let me at that gun, by Joe, and I’ll sink them.” It was hard not to sympathize with him, hut still his conduct had appar ently been inexcusable. “Why did you endanger your men’s lives like that, captain? It not only was the height of folly, but it was in human !” Just then our ship’s surgeon, Doctor Pietsch, came along. “Hello, captain.” “Hello, doctor." They greeted each other like long lost. friends, save that there was a shadow of uneasiness in the captain’s fraternal demonstrations. Doctor Pietsch had gone out with our armored cruiser Moewe ou one of Iter t'reebooting expeditious. Among the captured captains of that cruise was our present guest, who, while aboard the Moewe, had struck up a pleasant comradeship with the doctor. Now he, along with the other cap tains, had been released on parole. They had signed written promises that they would engage in no further war actvity. Believing he had broken his parole, he thought the Germans would hang him from a yardarm if they ever caught him. When he saw we were an auxiliary cruiser, he al ready felt a rope tightening around his neck. That was why he had tried so desperately to get away. We amused ourselves with a formal discussion, after which I addressed our guest with suitable gravity. “We are of the opinion, captain, that your parole did not cover your calling as a merchant captain. Only direct combatant service was included under the heading of war activity. Therefore, we feel ourselves under no unhappy necessity of hanging yon.” Well, the smile on that hard, weath er-beaten face was like a sunrise. We now understood the all-too-huraan mo tives behind his actions, and ,we re spected bis plucky attempt to get away in the face of point-blank gun fire. Sailors ourselves, we could only salute this skipper who, with a worth less, spineless crew, had to take the wheel himself, and then only to find his rudder chain smashed. The sea was so rough now that we did not send a bombing party to board the Lundy Island, but sank her by di rect gunfire. That night Leudemann and I sat over bottles of beer and talked about our prospects. “Well, old chap," said I, “everything has begun well. It’s a tine cruise. But when will they sink ns?” “Not, at any rate,” he replied, “un til our hotel is full.” You see our buccaneering raid was pretty certain to remain a secret untii the time came when lack of space would compel us to release our pris oners and send them to port. TheD the news of our freebooting jaunt would out, and cruisers would be hot after us in every part of the world. “And if we don’t capture any more ships,” i reflected, “we can go on cruising indefinitely.” “Then let’s catch some more quick ly,” laughed Leudemann. “It will be great sport to play hide and seek with cruisers.” That mate of mine was always itch ing for trouble. But then that was what we had all come through the blockade in hope of finding, so if we wanted plenty of excitement, then the sooner we sent the crews of eight or ten ships into some port the sooner would the alarm go out —“German raider in the Atlantic!” Then, too, Lloyd’s insurance rates would start to soar when the news got out, and ships with supplies that the Allies needed badly would be held in port. Also, a number of cruisers would no doubt be detached from blockade patrol duty across the North sea. That was the interesting part of it—those cruisers and how to elude them. “Leudemann,” 1 said, “the better the lookout, the more ships we will catch. We already have a good look out, but I’ve thought of a way to have a better one. A hundred pair of eyes are better than two pair.” “What do you mean?” “Well, from now on. I’m going to change that offer of ten pounds and a bottle of champagne that we promised to the first of our two lookouts to spy a ship. I’m going to open it to every one on board!" (TO BE CONTINUED.) legs sued their partner for loss and damages. The judge ruled thus: “Since the cat was unable to use the injured leg, the cotton was set on fire by the action of the three un injured legs on which the cat rar. among the bales of cotton. Conse quently these three legs were guilty, and their owners must pay damages and costs.” Balsa is the lightest wood known, weighing only seven pounds per cubic foot. v *i* *:* *:* •:**;* *;, •:* *:* -:-y •:* *:* *:* •>- v -t* *:• •:* WEDDING I ! BELLS, FIRE ! BELLS • *:• ♦!• *:• *:* •:> *:• *:• -s- •:* -s- *:* -j- -s- -t* *;* (© by D. J. Walsh.) WHEN Dave Harris pushed his way through the revolving doer of the Dennis Jewelry company, he felt that all eyes were upon him. Not that this young man of twenty-eight had a con scious makeup or was particularly no ticeable from any other handsome man of his age—but, nevertheless, when lie stepped up to the- counter and rather diffidently whispered he would like to see something in engagement rings he was absolutely convinced that a hun dred eyes were peering at him. Dave was a private in ladder com pany B, city fire department. He had entered the state agricultural college with the intention of taking charge of his father's farm, but cattle and corn and harness and hay had no appeal to him, and not being particularly fit ted to sell bonds he joined the fire de partment. And the first thing he did to distin guish himself was to become engaged to be married. Dave’s choice was Dolly Mason, pretty and sprightly and the belle of the neighborhood. Her wavy hair and sparkling blue eyes and cheerful dis position endeared her to all those with whom she came in contact. It was no wonder that company B considered Dave the luckiest fellow in the world. Dolly had often told her sweetheart that while she was decidedly strong for wedding bells she was equally op posed to fire bells as far as Dave was concerned. She wanted hitn to go in to business, some undertaking more substantial and less risky. “How about my selling ice cream freezers at the North pole?” jokingly remarked Dave one afternoon. “Or selling foot-warmers to the Filipinos.” “Davie, do be serious,” replied Dolly. “You know how downright in earnest 1 am about it.” “Of course you are, dear, but you must be practical. If there is one thing I am fitted for it is the fire de partment, and with the fire department I stick.” Ilis jaw became set, and whenever this happened Dolly knew there was no use arguing any further. But Dave had persuaded Dolly to marry him notwithstanding his chos en work, and as he departed from the jewelry store with the diamond soli taire safely in his pocket he whistled gayly and made a beeline to Dolly’s boarding house. He found her at the piano lazily running her fingers over the keys. She struck a final note on the piano and looked up smilingly. “Hello, Da vie,” she said. “Working hard today?” “I should say so,” he replied. “Been a terribly strenuous day.” “Many of those awful fires?” she in quired reproachfully. “Not a one,” the young man replied. “But I’ve been shopping. And not aft er collars and ties, either.” “Been buying some shoes or a hat?” “Wrong again, honey, but look at this!” and excitedly he removed the top of a little box. The sparkle of the precious stone caught Dolly’s eyes and she gasped in amazement. “And it’s for you, darling—the future Mrs. David Harris.” Dolly glanced at the ring and then at Dave and then again at the ring. Tears came to her eyes. She arose from the piano and went to the win dow. Tears were now streaming down her face and she gazed at the little garden with its many-colored flowers, 'out everything was a blur. Dave, in liis astonishment, lifted himself from the piano bench and went to Dolly’s side and reached for her hand. She drew it away and burst out crying. “I can’t,” she sobbed. “I can’t. Oh, I do love yon, Dave, but you won’t lis ten to me. You know how Ido want you to go into some business.” And then Dave realized fully for the first time the seriousness of the situ ation. Nothing in the world he’d rath er do than be with the fire department, and yet he could not lose Dolly. Per haps after all he had been unreason able. Dolly’s uncle would be only too glad to have him with him in the real estate business and at present busi ness was booming. He would doubt less earn a considerable amount of money and it would result in a little bungalow and everything else that went with it. Why, the problem was very simple after all. He’d send in his resignation to the chief and things would be happily settled. Dolly covered her face with her hands and cried convulsively. Dave stroked her head and wondered how he could do anything to hurt her. “Honey,” he said softly, and was about to continue when he abruptly paused. He drew himself up with a start, turned his head quickly and lis tened with tenseness. Off in the dis tance he heard the peal of fire bells. And Dolly heard them also. She stood up and they stared at one another. And simultaneously through each their minds ran the same question: Would it be wedding bells or fire bells? There was intense quiet all about them. And Dave detected the G-18-6 alarm. “My God,” be cried in a whisper, it’s in the tenement district.” Dolly’s face was pale and the cor ners of her mouth quivered in her ef fort to speak. The handsome young rnan before her was for the first time in his life at a loss what to do. In hig imagination he saw smoke-filled rooms filled with children with outstretched arms. He could see mothers frantic with fear and fathers helpless to save (he ones they loved. At the same time lie could see his fond hopes shattered. Dolly would marry someone else and— But something at that moment sud denly brought him to a decision. It was the sound of a second alarm. He tried to speak to Dolly, but words failed him. He saw grief In her eyes and yet he could see the love In them that tells more than mere spoken word. He paused a moment, turned hastily and darted from the room. But dur ing that moment’s pause he knew he had lost Dolly forever. The next morning the headlines in the papers told the story—“ Young Fireman a Hero” and “Dave Harris, Fireman, Saves Lives." But praise from all quarters of the city did not awaken him from the realization that he and Dolly had separated. It was paying dourly, he thought, to win glory only to lose happiness. Ills hand un consciously touched the little box in his pocket and the thought of the fu ture that might have been made this the saddest day in his whole life. Perhaps if he could see her he might straighten things out. Yes, ho would resign this very day and the unhappy yesterday would be entirely forgotten. He ran to the telephone and called up her office. While he waited for the connection it seemed that a weight had been suddenly lifted from his heart. He stood there nervously, long ing to hear the sound of Dolly’s voice. And then he was told that Dolly did not come to work that day. Poor child, he thought, no wonder she is feeling ill from the strain of yesterday. And then he called up her boarding house. And here he was told that Dolly had moved the night before —address un known. Dave mechanically hung up the receiver, lie unsteadily walked to a chair and sat down. Dolly gone! Dolly gone! The words ran through his brain and tortured him. And he sat there staring at the floor. Weeks passed. Dave had pulled him self together, but the littlebboax —a sa cred reminder —remained in his pocket always. Ilis promotion had been rapid and his savings had been well invest ed, and Dave not only had money in the bank, but an equity in a little house off in the country. He would have his mother come and live with him in his loneliness. And then came an alarm —the third of the day. To Dave one alarm was the same as another. But to each fire he gave all that was in him. “Where is it this time?” yelled n passerby as Dave swung onto the speeding ladder wagon. “In the neighborhood of James and Pine,” he called back as he adjusted his helmet. And the neighborhood came to his mind immediately—rows of old residences turned into rooming houses. As usual, Dave’s truck was the first to reach the scene of the fire. Dave’s trained eyes told him at once that the house was doomed. Smoke and flames poured from the ton windows and a reddish glow could he seen through the windows of the third floor. Dave’s wagon pulled up directly in front of the burning house. The chief began to give orders. “A ladder to the third floor, Harris,” he called out. “Look out for the walls —they look bad.” The crowd gave out a roar as the ladder extended itself and was tilted over to the building. Dave was the first to mount the rungs. And he started upward. Small flames now were coming out of the third-story windows and the sound of cracking walls could be heard above the din of the puffing engines. “Down from there,” megaphoned the chief to Dave. “Walls coining down down, Harris.” But at one of the win dows Dave saw a figure —arms out stretched, and he heard a smoke-muf fled cry. And lie continued up the lad der. The multitude below yelled to him in alarm. “The walls are falling” came to him from hundreds of mouths, but Dave still saw the figure in the window and continued upward un mindful of the warning. Through the smoke he put his arms around the figure and pulled It through the window. The crowd be low gave out a mighty yell. Dave steadied himself and carefully began to descend. Great hisses of flames now shot from the third-floor windows and bricks began to fall. Dave con tinued in his descent, his only thought being to protect the figure he firmly held in his arms. And he suddenly realized it was a woman he was hold ing. To protect her face he started to cover it, and then he stopped. And her eyes opened just a few inches from Dave’s eyes. And then the din below seemed to cease suddenly and all was quiet except the sound of two beating hearts. “Dolly,” he said tenderly. “Davie,” she murmured. “I want you always.” And underneath his great helmet he kissed her. Grecian Painted Wall* Instead of wallpaper, the ancient Greeks had painted walls. Instead of bare colors of bands and panels, such as are being used to some extent to day, they were inclined to make their walls more the colored setting for their finer wall paintings, which were works of art. Instead of hanging paintings on the walls, they painted them there. Little attention was paid to furniture from an artistic standpoint. For the Greeks regarded furniture as something useful, not ornamental. —Detroit News. Their Sense of Color Disturbed Ilobbs —The modern girl with bet powdering and rouging makes me furi ous. Dobbs —Me, too. Every time I look at a flapper’s daubed mouth I see red. . ' j A DOZEN different things may cause a headache, but there’s (just one thing you need ever do to get relief. Bayer Aspirin is an absolute antidote for such pain. Keep it at the office. Have it handy in the home. 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