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LUCKIER,
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Count Luckner tells of being ordered to
take command of a sailing vessel in 1916
to run the British blockade. The vessel
was armed and carried a crew of sixty.
It was disguised so that its real nature
could not be discovered except by a most
complete examination. It was planned
that the crew were to be disguised as
Norwegians. Luckner could speak Nor¬
wegian fluently. The members of the crew
were thoroughly drilled in the parts they
were to play and on a pitch-dark night in
November the Seeadler slipped out of the
mouth of the Weser into the North Sea.
CHAPTER II.—Continued
One of the mechanics’ helpers,
Schmidt by name, I had taken for a
principal role in our strategy. He
was slender, beardless, and of delicate
appearance, and could pass well
enough in woman’s clothes. Norwe¬
gian skippers often take their wives
with them on their voyages. The cap¬
tain’s wife aboard the false Maleta
would seem natural and tend to dis¬
arm suspicion, and, besides, British
naval officers are always courteous
and considerate toward women. In
the presence of the captain's wife, a
prize officer who might board us would
be more obliging toward us all. We
had a blonde wig for Schmidt and
an outfit of women's clothes. We took
great pains in schooling him to play
the part of the captain’s wife correct¬
ly. One difficulty was his big feet.
There was, unfortunately, no way to
make them smaller, so we arranged
that the captain’s wife should be
slightly ill and remain seated during
any possible search and have a rug
thrown over her feet to keep them
warm. The other difficulty was
Schmidt’s voice. It was too deep, and
he knew no Norwegian. Well, the cap¬
tain's wife can't talk because she has
an awful toothache. A wad of cotton
stuffed Into Schmidt’s cheek, and there
was the swelling. He did know enough
English to say "all right." We trained
him to say a high-pitched "all right"
something like a woman with a tooth¬
ache. Except for that phrase, he was
to keep his mouth shut. We had a
larg# photograph made of Schmidt in
his costume, signed it “thy loving Jo¬
sephine,” and hung it in my cabin.
Now the Britishers could compare the
photograph of the captain’s wife with
the lady in person. So from now on
poor Schmidt’s name was "Josefeena"
as the Norwegians pronounce it.
We were ready to sail when, by Joe,
•what comes but a telegram from the
kaiser’s aide. I am to report imme¬
diately direct to his majesty. 1 guessed
what was up. I had gone into the
navy from the mercantile marine in¬
stead of through the usual cadet route.
I had been a common ordinary sailor,
and this had aroused a lot of antag¬
onism in naval circles. There had been
jealousy about my getting an inde¬
pendent command—highest of all na¬
val honors. So attempts were being
made to have my assignment annulled.
Even to appear in the imperial pres¬
ence was a trying ordeal for most offi¬
cers. Many took refuge in rigid "at¬
tention." Well, I bad never quite got
used to high-class manners at sea, and
the ramrod “attention” left me more
embarrassed than otherwise. Even in
the emperor’s presence, I kept the
some brusque manner of an old-time
seaman that was natural to me.
The kaiser spoke bluntly.
"Well, Luckner, at the admiralty
they now tell me it is madness to at¬
tempt the blockade with a sailing ship.
What do you think?”
“Well, your majesty. If our admi¬
ralty says it’s impossible and ridicu¬
lous, then I’m sure it can be done,”
I replied. “For the British admiralty
will think it impossible also. They
won’t be on the lookout for anything
so absurd as a raider disguised as a
harmless old sailing ship.”
The emperor looked at me with a
frown, and then bis face relaxed into
a smile.
"You are right, Luckner. Go ahead !
And may the hand of the Almighty
be at your helm.”
I knew now that there would be no
more official interference. The true
Maleta was now due to sail iD a day,
so we made ready to pull up anchor.
Then a wifeless came from the admi¬
ralty :
“Wait till the Deutschland makes
port.”
Our giant merchant submarine, the
Deutschland, was on her svay home
from her famous transatlantic cruise
to America. In an attempt to cut her
off, the British had set a double watch.
So the Seeadler would have to slip
Difficulties of Life Have Their Purposes
Very rare are those who have al¬
ways had their every wish fulfilled
or "forestalled; but even these should
not be envied.
Man is not made to live in per¬
petual sunshine, and would very soon
tire of having all he desires, with¬
out having to wait and work for the
materialization of his longings. The
greater the ease of obtaining what he
wants— the sooner It would pall upon
him.
Life's difficulties and prolonged
trials, says the London Chronicle, are
a test of character. If we had no dif¬
stroyers as otherwise. I still hoped
that, if only detained a day or so, we
might yet be able to slip across the
North Sea ahead of the Maleta. But
we lay there "for three and a half
weeks, and the sad news came that
the real Maleta had sailed and passed
through the blockade, if we now at¬
tempted to use her name and a search
party boarded us, the jig would be up.
So we hurriedly examined Lloyd’s
Register in the hope of finding anoth¬
er Norwegian ship that might corre¬
spond to us. We picked out one
called the Carmoe. We had no idea
where she was, but hoped she might
be In some distant port unbeknown to
the wary British. It was a long
chance, hut we could think of nothing
better. Now we had to change our
ship from the Maleta to the Carmoe.
I’nint out one name and substituting
another was easy enough, but chang¬
ing all our ship’s papers was far more
difficult. But with much use of chem¬
ical eraser we finally accomplished it,
and we had papers that would pass If
the visibility was not too bright dur¬
ing the search. Then, when we were
all set again, we picked up a copy of
a Norwegian commercial paper and
found that the real Carmoe had just
been seized by the British and taken
to Kirkwall for examination.
Now, if you haven’t any luck, you
must go and get some! All you have
to do is know how to do that, and
you will be a great success at sea, or
anywhere!
So away with Lloyd's Register!
Let’s take life’s register and name our
sea eagle after the girl of my heart.
Surely sh§ will bring us luck. So, out
with the paint and on with another
new name—the name of my sweet¬
heart, Irma.
In that name was concentrated most
of the beauty that i had found in life.
It symbolized strange moments of
beauty that had crossed my path dur¬
ing the most trying days I had so far
known. It seemed to be a lovely
silken thread that had run through
the years since that first voyage, when
as a miserable cabin boy I sailed to
Australia on that Russian tramp.
Of course, there was no such name
as Irma listed with Lloyd’s, and all
any British officer would have to do
would be to consult his register and
the jig would be up. But somehow
I had a premonition that the name
Irina would bring us through.
When we applied eraser and Ink to
our shipping papers and wrote in the
name of Irma—disaster. Two erasures
were too much. The ink blotted. If
we should be stupid enough to take
the British for fools, then we our¬
selves would be the real fools. Where
was our luck now? Fate seemed to
be against us, hut I had rio intention
of giving up. Calling the carpenter, I
said:
"Come on, Chips, 1 am going to
make you admiral of the day. Get the
ax and smash all the bull’s-eyes, win¬
dows, portholes, and everything.”
Boor Chips! He thought I had gone
off my head, but he obeyed. The
smashing begun.
"Bo’s’n,” I called, "half a dozen men
with buckets of sea water! Throw it
around, drench everything.”
And now the water flew In the cab¬
ins, in the drawers of chests, in the
officers’ hunks, all over my Norwegian
library, water everywhere. I took my
shipping papers and put each page be¬
tween sheets of wet blotting paper so
that not only the name of Irma and
the other entries we had changed were
blotted, but every line. I even soused
the log book in a bucket of water.
Then I called the carpenter again.
“Now repair everything you have
smashed. Chips. Nail everything.”
lie hammered planks over the
smashed portholes and bull’s-eyes, and
put tbe smashed chairs together as
well as he could.
Now, if the Britisher came aboard,
he would say:
“By Joe, captain, you must have had
a hard blow to get knocked about like
this.”
And 1 would growl, “Yes, by Joe, ev¬
erything is drenched, even my papers.”
Two days later a southwest wind
sprang up. The moment was at hand.
To go raiding in a sailing ship and
that sailing stiip with the name of
Irma painted on her bows—ah, it
seemed more like a dream than like
setting out on a real adventure. It
seemed as though all the events of my
life had been designed to converge to
Our one hun-
to overcome and our patience
were not tried, we might continue to
our claim to be called
and “women" would be slen¬
Though we often groan under Us
we should "respect the bur¬
and thus retain our cheerfulness
serenity.
Three Cardinal Points
The three great essentials to achieve
worth while are hard work,
and common sense.—
Edison.
CLEVELAND COURIER
drednnd-seventj-foot masts creaked.
Our nine thousand square feet of sail
bellowed before toe wind. We sailed
north under a full spread.
CHAPTER III
Running the British Blockade
Sails bellied and motor humming, we
parted the waves and left a path of
foam in our wake. On deck we de¬
voted all our spare time to more dress
rehearsals.
My boys took a particular relish in
putting me through the "third degree,”
as you call it. One of them played
the part of a British search officer.
“Now, Captain, what is the name
of your ship?” he bellowed.
"She is the Irma, and as good a full
rigged ship as ever crossed the North
sea.”
“Have you any brothers and sisters,
Captain?”
“Oh, yes, a lot of them. There are
Olga, ingaborg, and Oscar who live in
Hatfjeiddalen. Dagmar and Chris¬
tian are seamen like myself. Lars
runs a salmon cannery in British
Columbia, Gustaf and Tor are lumber¬
men somewhere in America. And then
we have another brother, Eric, whom
we’ve lost track of."
While trying to make the narrow
channel of Nordernue we hit a sand
bank. The ship creaked and the
masts trembled, but somehow we
pushed across—further proof that the
Scots of Glasgow still know how to
turn out a sturdy clipper ship
At ten o’clock we passed the Horns
reef and continued along the Danish
coast. At eight bells we hoped to
reach the Skagerrak, and then turn
her west to give the enemy the impres¬
sion that we had come from a Scan¬
dinavian port. Shortly before day¬
break, the wind shifted abruptly from
southwest to due north. Against such
a stiff breeze, we could make little
headway. On our right were the low
rocky fjords and reefs along the coast
of Ringkjobing and Thisted. To the
left were British mine fields. We
didn't dare run into a Danish harbor
for fear of being interned. So we
must either turn back or take a chance
on slipping through the mine fields.
It is always possible to sail through a
mine field—provided you sail under a
lucky star with a guardian angel at
the helm.
"Hard aport! We’ll risk it, boys."
With a full spread of sail, we turned
straight west.
Now, a tacking ship heels over. The
more sail you carry the more she lays
over, and the less water she draws.
That was our chance. The mines were
nearly always planted several feet
under water, just out of sight. Per¬
haps we could slide right over them
Lifeboats were lowered, and everj
man adjusted his lifebelt. Before the
mast, the sailors; aft, the captain
But we all kept to the foreship. We
were lower aft than fore, and if a
mine went off it probably would be
aft. But. our luck held and we gol
through in safety.
Our course lay around the northern
end of Scotland, along the usual ship
ping route from Norway J;o the At
lantic. To be sure, we could have
hugged the. Norwegian coast, but the
blockade was even tighter there. That
was the natural course for one of our
raiding armored cruisers to take, so, if
she were headed off by Beatty, she
could turn quickly into a neutral Nor¬
wegian port and accept internment
rather than capture. We didn’t even
keep to the middle oi the North Sea.
but with the idea that our one path
of safety lay right under John Bull’s
nose, we followed the coast of Eng
land and Scotland.
There were three lines of tbe block¬
ade. The first lay across the North
Sea from the Scottish to the Danish
coast. We must run this one first
The wind grew stronger. The bar¬
ometer fell. Anyone on the North Se»
on the twenty-third of December, 3016,
will remember the hurricane that
came. It was one of the worst storms
of years. The wind was cyclonic in
force, and lashed the shallow North
Sea into a cauldron. Running before
it we carried every foot of sail we
dared, every stitch except the royals
and gallantsails and smaller staysails.
We could take chances.
We sped right through the first line
of the blockade without sighting a
ship and as though the whole North
Sea were ours. Instead of going up.
the barometer continued to fall. Loud
er roared the storm, and more and
more mountainous became the waves.
We passed the second line of the
blockade. Still not a ship in sight.
Midnight grew near, and still that
wild heaven-sent hurricane kept up
We ran before It like a frightened
bird, fearing every minute that our
sails and masts would go overboard.
We lay on the yards and scanned the
horizon with our glasses. Half-past
eleven! We were in the midst of the
blockade line. Where were the cruis¬
ers and destroyers? All we could hear
was the whistling of the wind and the
rushing of the water beneath our
bows. All we could see, the blackness
of the night. Twelve o’clock and still
no sign of the enemy. Even our bin¬
nacle and compass lights were out, for
any ray of light might betray us. By
one o’clock we knew we had passed
the last line.
The British, warned by the falling
barometer, had taken their guard
ships to shelter in the lee of the is¬
lands. There was nothing else for
them to do In such a storm. Even If
they saw a ship, It would be hopeless
to try to board her. And if Beatty's
fleet had kept to sea, there would have
been grave danger of their running one
another down. We couldn’t help re¬
calling the old saying that it is in¬
deed an ill wind that blows no one
any good.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Improved Uniform International
(By JtlOV. p. b. PITZWaTER. D.D., Dean
Moody Bihle Institute of Chicago.)
((c). 1929. Western Newspaper Union.')
Lesson for June 9
THE STORY OF THE RECHABITES
(Temperance Lesson.)
LESSON TEXT—Jeremiah 35:1-19.
GOLDEN TEXT—We will drink no
■fine.
PRIMARY TOPIC—Strong to Du Ihs
Right.
JUNIOR TOPIC—Loyal to Do the
Right.
INTERMEDIATE AND SENIOR TOP¬
IC—Accepting a High Moral Standard.
YOUNG PEOPLE AND ADULT TOP¬
IC—Forms of Modern Persecution.
I. Who Were the Recbabites?
11 Obion. 2:55).
They were Kenites of Hemath of
the family of Jethro, Moses’ father
in-law (Nutn. 10:29-82, ct. Judges
1:10). They entered Canaan with
the Israelites. It seems that in order
io preserve their identity they chose
i nomadic life. Saul was eonsider
Ue of them (1 Sam. 15:6). They were
Characterized by:
3. Abstinence from strong drink
(35:8). 2. Voluntary poverty (35:9).
}. A nomadic life (35:10).
II. The Recbabites Tested (vv. 1-5).
In the days of Jehoiachim the Lord
Charged Jeremiah to bring the Recha
tiites into the house of the Lord and
test them regarding the drinking of
wine. This lie did in a place where
the people might behold them, the
iim being to teach Judah by example.
The father of the Hechabites had
given the command that they should
not drink wine. Their filial obedi
snee put to shame Hie children of
ludali for their lack of obedience to
their Heavenly Father. Jonadnb, tli«
father of the Recbabites, was only a
man, but the commands which Judah
disregarded were from the Almighty
Sod, their Creator and Savior. They
stood the test They were loyal to
the traditions of their fathers, even
turning away from the luxury and
legcneracy of Judah and maintaining
their simple life. It is God’s plan
that every man be tested. Being a
free agent, he can have character
only through testing. It. was for this
reason that God placed Adam and
Eve in Eden and permitted the devil
to test them While we should be
concerned about the removal of
temptation from men, we should be
more concerned with showing them
how to overcome it.
III. The Filial Loyalty of the Rech
Jbites (vv. 6-11).
Though they were out of their own
country and among a foreign people,
they refused to drink wine, declaring
that, they had been true to the in¬
fractions of Jonadab all their lives.
Obedience to his Instruction had been
practiced by the men, women and
children. It is a fine thing when chil¬
dren keep in mind their fathers and
render obedience to their commands.
IV. The Loyalty of the Rechabites
Contrasted with the Disloyalty of
Judah (vv. 12-16).
1. The appeal (vv. 13, 14). This
appeal was made on the basis of the
filial loyalty of the Rechabites. lie
reminded them Hint though their fa¬
ther had been dead a long time, the
Rechabites remained loyal to his com¬
mand. The prophet appealed to them
not only on the ground of this ex¬
ample, hut on the ground of God’s
earnest entreaty through the prophets.
2. The ministry of the prophets
(vv. 15, 16). When the people failed
to render obedience to God, He sent
them prophets who pleaded with them
to amend their ways by turning away
from idols. Matthew Henry indicates
the points of contrast as follows:
(1) Tbe Rechabites were obedient
to one who was hut a man. The Jews
disobeyed tbe infinite and eternal
God. (2) Jonadab was dead long
since and could not know of their
disloyalty or correct them concerning
It. God is all-wise, lives forever and
will punish the disobedient. (3) The
Rechabites were never put in mind
of their obligations, but God sent His
prophets who rose up early to remind
Judah. (4) Jonadab left the charge,
with no one to bear the expense of
ttie charge, but God gave Judah a
goodly land and blessed them Iri it.
(5) God never tied*up His people to
any hard task as did Jonadab, but
God’s people disobeyed Him, while
the Rechabites obeyed their father.
V. Judgment Upon the Jews for
Disobedience (v. 17).
God declared that He would bring
Judgment as pronounced against
them.
VI. 'The Rechabites Rewarded for
Their Loyalty (vv. 18. 19).
Because they had been true to the
commands of Jonadab, they should
have continued representation before
God.
Walk While Ye Have Light
The people answered Him, We have
heard out of the law that Christ abid
etb for ever; and how sayest thou, the
Son of Man must be lifted up? Who
is this Son of Man? Then Jesus said
unto them, Yet a little while is the
light with you. Walk while ye have
the light, lest darkness come upon
you; for he that walketb in darkness
knoweth not whither he goeth. While
ye have light, believe in the light, that
ye may he children of light.—John 12,
34 to 36.
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Acidity
The common cause of digestive diffi¬
culties is excess acid. Soda cannot
alter tills condition, and it burns the
Stomach. Something that will neu¬
tralize the acidity is the sensible
tiling to take. That is why physicians
tell the public to use Phillips Milk of
Magnesia.
One spoonful of this delightful prep¬
aration can neutralize many times its
volume in acid. It acts instantly; re¬
lief is quick, and very apparent. All
gas is dispelled; all sourness is soon
gone; the whole system is sweetened.
Do try this perfect anti-acid, and re¬
member it is just ns good for children,
too, and pleasant for them to take.
Any drug store has the genuine, pre¬
Phillips •C Milk
of Magnesia .
Light That Did Not Fail
Father—Didn’t your friend stay
rather late last night?
Daughter—Perhaps—but 1 was
showing him some photographs.
Father—Well, sometime show him
some of my light bills. '
MOTHER!
Clean Child’s Bowels with
“California Fig Syrup”
Even if cross, feverish, bilious, con¬
stipated or full of cold, children love
the pleasant taste of “California Fig
Syrup.” A teaspoonful never fails to
clean the liver and bowels.
Ask your druggist, for genuine
“California Fig Syrup” which has di¬
rections for babies and children of all
ages printed on bottle. Mother! You
must say “California” or you may get
an imitation fig syrup.
DILS'SSa
No matter how large and stub¬
born, Car boil instantly stops boil
pain, ripens and heals worst
or carbwndo often overnight..
and Get Carboii be free today in JA from bourn. dxufipa* Spur
lock-lteal Qe* JfeShviUe. Tcnn.
In fooling the public, there are al¬
ways a number that can’t be fooled.
I£II.,I..£i —Flies—Mosquitoes—Bedbugs—Roaches—Moths—Ants— Flea*
Watcrbugs—Crickets and many other insects
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Bee Brand
Insect Powder I
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Supply at direct regular by price* Pared Poft B Powder— 10c, 25c, 50c and ?l*OQ
Motorists Slow Down
in German Small Towns
The typical German highway is full
of curves and sharp turns. It pro¬
ceeds from one country village to the
next, going through the main streets
of every town arid hamlet where traf¬
fic is frequently blocked by ail sorts of
hindrances. As villages are usually
only a short distance apart, the time
for getting through them often nearly
equals the time spent traveling at
high speed between them.
Outside, the village proper, how¬
ever, the road may be an excellent
one kept up by the provincial govern¬
ment. Inside the village boundary the
road becomes tlie main street, paved
with the roughest kind of cobbles but
quite satisfactory to tbe inhabitants,
who possess no automobiles of their,
own.
The villagers wish to keep their
streets rough and crooked in order
to slow down fast automobiles and
so prevent injuries to geese, pigs and
chickens, and possibly to induce mo¬
torists to stop in the village.—New
York Times.
The Only Way
Two golfing rivals were contesting
the final of their local championship.
They were all square at the eleventh
hole.
One made a perfect drive from the
next tee, hut his opponent was un¬
lucky, and the ball, curving high in
the air, landed in jungle country.
When he went to investigate, he dis¬
covered that his ball had gone down
rabbit hole.
"Your niblick, sir?” inquired the
reaching for the club.
“No,” returned the other in a re¬
voice. “Hurry back to the club*
and get me a ferret.”
Doing the Impossible
Viscount Reading’s speech in be¬
of the Kellogg anti-war pact,
electrified the house of lords,
an editor to say:
"Lord Reading did the impossible.
electrified the upper house. I re¬
a remark he once made when
was over here as ambassador dur¬
the war.
“ ‘Addressing the house of lords is
most difficult thing in the world,’
said. ‘It's like addressing tomb
by winter moonlight.’"
Farm Clubs Grow
The 4-H club movement, which has
with leaps and bounds since Its
a few years ago, took an¬
great step forward during 3928,
to the tabulation of county
reports, made at the Depart¬
of Agriculture. An increase of
members over 3927 indicated in
total figure of 066,000. The esti¬
total of those who will com¬
their work during the coming
is also about 47,000 over last
figure. - *
Little Richard Helps
Little Richard’s mother was show¬
a prospective tenant some rooms
had for rent. The season being
she emphasized the coolness
the basement where the kitchen
dining room were located. Rich¬
thinking to help his mother,
a hot-water faucet and said:
even the hot water Is cold.”—
Herald.
Took Name From Locality
The woman’s garment known as a
derived its style as well as
name from a similar garment worn
the peasants of the Basque coun¬
in France and Spain.
Sympathy
“What? Is this you, Jones! I was
you were dead.”
“No, it is iny brother who is dead.”
“Oh, I am sorry to hear that.”
Liberal Dozen
A “publisher’s dozen” is 13 copies,
t.he old baker’s custom of al¬
13 roils for each dozen sold.
Give a pretty girl a chance to show
and she’ll not get lonesome.
