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The Whisky Without an Equal.
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Phone 698
Jones Bros. Dairy
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Just Received a Large Shipment of
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We are Agents for th; above and can
supply your wants.
We also solicit your orders for Feed
and Hay. We carry i he largest stock
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Loss to Gaveau Brothers in Paris Is
$400,000.
By Associated Press.
Paris, March 13.—The piano factory
of Gaveau Brothers here was burned
last night, loss $400,000.
UNCLE EPH for Diamond Bargains.
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Best Furniture and Prano Mover and
Packer in Galveston.
PRICE’S REASONABLE.
Phone 2474. Office 2012 Market St,
DoYouWantto Get in the Swim?
“The Breakers”
mightily of seal oil.
were shiny with it
of our skins seemed to ooze it.
even after the pelt was fairly well
cleared it had still to be tanned. Percy
Darrow suggested the method, but the
process was long and generally unsat-
isfactory. With the acquisition of the
fifth greasy, heavy and ill smelling
piece of fur the men’s interest in pelt-
ries waned. They confined themselves
in all strictness to the “trimmings.”
Percy Darrow showed us how to
clean the whiskers. The process was
evil. The masks were quite simply to
be advanced so far in the way of pu-
trefaction that the bristles would part
readily from their sockets. /The first
Found each and every cow of the herd
to be in perfect condition and free from
every trace of tuberculosis, and an in-
spection by the State Health and Live
Stock Commission called from this body
a public commendation of the excellent
quality and purity of our milk. New
Improvements and,, personal supervision
make this one of the model dairies of
the state and recent tests show our
milk to be the purest of pure milk
Your patronage solicited.
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intelligence. Did you Know max seats
kiss each other and weep tears when
grieved?
The men often discussed among
themselves the narrow, dry cave. There
the animals were practically penned
in. They agreed that great killing
could be made there, but the impossi-
bility of distinguishing between the
bulls and the cows deterred them. The
cave was quite dark.
Immersed in our own affairs thus,
the days, weeks and months went by.
Events had slipped beyond my con-
trol. I had embarked on a jourhalis-
tic enterprise, and now that purpose
was entirely out of my reach.
Up the valley Dr. Schermerhorn and
his assistant were engaged in some ex-
periment of whose very nature I was
still ignorant; also I was likely to re-
main so. The precautions taken
against interference by the men were
equally effective against me. As if
that were not enough, any move of
investigation on my part would be
radically misinterpreted and to my
own danger by the men. I might as
well have been in London.
However, as to my first purpose in
this adventure I had evolved another
plan and therefore was content. I
made up my mind that on the voyage
home, if nothing prevented, I would
tell my story to Percy Darrow and
. The re-
sults of the experiment would proba-
bly by then be rea-dy for the public,
and there was no reason, as far as I
could see, why I should not get the
“scoop” at first hand.
Certainly my sincerity would be
without question, and I hoped that
two years or more of service such as
I had rendered would tickle Dr. Scher-
merhorn’s sense of his own impor-
tance. So adequate did this plan
seem that I gave up thought on the
subject.
My whole life now lay on the shores.
I was not again permitted to board
the Laughing Lass. Captain Selover
I saw twice at a distance. Both times
he seemed to be rather uncertain. The
men did not remark it. The days
went by. I relapsed into that state so
well known to you all when one seems
caught in the meshes of a dream ex-
istence which has had no beginning
and which is destined never to have
an end. I
J We were to hunt seals and fish and'
pry bivalves from the rocks at low
tide and build fires and talk and al-
ternate between suspicion and securi-
ty, between, the danger of sedition and
the insanity of men without defined
purpose, world without end forever.
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J. W. YOUNG CO. J
Phone 698 |
March From Burning School at Scran-
ton—Damage Slight.
Dy Associated Press.
Scranton, Pa., March 13.—When fire
was discovered in schopl No. 1 at Beck-
ville yesterday while 300 pupils were
in the building an informal bucket
brigade was organized and teachers
and janitors became fire fighters with
such promptness and. efficiency that the
flames were quickly subdued without
much damage having been done. The
teachers gave the signal for the fire
drill and their scholars matched from
the threatened building In an orderly
manner.
CHAPTER XIX.
HE inevitable happened. One
noon Pulz looked up from his
labor of pulling the whiskers
from the evil smelling masks.
“How many of these things we got?”
he inquired.
“About three hunder’
Thrackles replied.
“Well, we’ve got enough for me.
I’m sick of this job. It stinks.”
They looked at each other. I could
see the disgust rising in their eyes, the
reek of rotten blubber expanding their
nostrils. With one accord they cast
aside the masks.
“It ain’t such a fortune,” growled
Pulz, his evil little -white face thrust
forward. “There’s other things worth
all the seal trimmin’s of the islands.”
“Diamon’s,” gloomed the nigger.
“You’ve hit it, doctor,” cut in Solo-
mon.
There wre were again, back to the
old difficulty, only worse. Idleness de-
scended on us again. We grew touchy
on little things, as a misplaced plate,
a shortage of firewood, too deep a
draft at the nearly empty bucket. The
noise of bickering became as constant
as the noise of the surf. If we valued
peace, we kept our mouths shut. The
way a man spat or ate or slept or even
breathed became a cause of irritation
to every other member of the company.
We stood the outrage as long as we
could; then, we objected in a wild and
ridiculous explosion which communi-
cated its heat to the object of our
wrath. Then there was a fight. It
needed only liquor to complete the de-
plorable state of affairs.
Gradually the smaller things came to
worry us more and more. A certain
harmless singer of the cricket or per-
haps of the tree toad variety used to
chirp his innocent note a short distance
from our cabin. For all I know he
had done so from the moment of our
installation, but I had never noticed
him before. Now I caught myself lis-
tening for his irregular recurrence with
every nerve on the quiver. If he de-
layed by ever so little, it was an agon^,
yet when he did pipe up his feeble
strain struck to my heart cold and
paralyzing like a dagger. And with
every advancing minute of the night I
became broader awake, more tense,
fairly sweating with nervousness. One
night—good God, was it only last
■week? It seems ages ago, another ex-
istence, a state cut off from this by
the wonder of a transmigration at
least. Last week!
I did not ’.deep at all. The moon had
risen, had mounted the heavens and
now was sailing overhead. By the
fretwork of its radiance through the
chinks of our rudely built cabin I had
marked off the hours. A thunderstorm
rumbled and flashed, hull down over
the horizon. It was many miles dis-
tant, and yet I do not doubt that its
electrical influence had dried the mois-
ture of our equanimity, leaving us rat-
tling husks for the winds of destiny to
play upon. Certainly I can remember
no other time in a rather wide expe-
rience when I have felt myself more
on edge, more choked with xbe rest-
less, purposeless nervous energy that
leaves a man’s tongue parched and his
eyes staring. And still that infernal
cricket or wlBtever it was chirped.
I had thought myself alone in my
vigil, Iffit when finally I could stand
it no longer and kicked aside luy cov-
ering. with an oath of orotest. I was
B« BAGGA3E HAULED TO
ANY PART OF
THE CITY for.. X JI
Exceptln trrade raising district
Our Carriages Are New and All Rub-
PKONE 227. Bolton’s Transfer
Cut this story out and keep it. To
We killed seals by sequestrating the
bulls, surrounding them and clubbing
them at a certain point of the fore-
head. It was surprising to see how-
hard they fought and how quickly
they succumbed to a blow properly di-
rected. Then we stripped the mask
with its bristle of long whiskers, took
the gall and dragged the carcass into
the surf, -where it was devoured by
fish. At first the men, pleased by the
novelty, stripped the skins. The blub-
ber, often two or three inches in thick-
ness, had then to be cut away from
the pelt, cube by cube. It was a long;
an oily and odoriferous job. We stunk
Our garments
The very pores
And
We killed seals by clubbing them on the
foreheads.
batch -the men hung out on a line. A
few moments later we heard, a mighty
squawking and rushed out to find the
island ravens making off with the en-
tire catch. Protection of netting had
to be rigged. We caught seals for a
m,onth or so. There was novelty in it,
and it satisfied the lust for killing. As
time went on the bulls grew warier.
Then we made expeditions to outlying
rocks.
Later Handy Solomon approached
me on another diplomatic errand.
“The sqals is getting shy, sir,” said
he.
“They are,” said I.
“The only way to do is to shoot
them,” said he.
“Quite like,” I agreed.
A pause ensued.
“We’ve got no cartridges,” he insinu-
ated.
“And you’ve taken charge of my ri-
fle,” I pointed out.
“Oh, not a bit, sir,” he cried. “Thrac-
kles, he just took it to clean it. You
can have it whenever you want it,
sir.”
“I have no cartridges, as you havp
observed,” said I.
“There’s plenty aboard,” he suggest-
ed.
“And they’re in very good hands
there,” said I.
He ruminated a moment, polishing
the steel of Lils hook against the other
arm of his shirt. Suddenly he looked
up at me with a humorous twinkle.
“You’re afraid of us!” he accused.
I was silent, not knowing just how
t«> meet so direct an attack.
“No need to be,” he continued.
I said nothing.
He looked at me shrewdly, then
stood off on another tack.
“Well, sir, I didn’t mean just that.
I didn't mean you was really scared
of us. But we’re gettin’ to know each
ether, livin’ here on this old island,
brothers-like. There ain’t no officers
and men ashore—is there, now, sir?
When we gets back to the old Laugh-
ing Lass, then we drops back into our
dooty again all fight aud proper. You
can kiss the book on that. Old Scrubs,
he knows that. He don’t want no
shore in his. He knows enough to
stay aboard, where we'd all rather
be.”
He stopped abruptly, spat and look-
ed at me. I wondered whither this
devious diplomacy led us.
“Still, in one way, an officer's an
officer, and a seaman’s a seaman,
thinks you, and discipline must be
held up among mates ashore or afloat,
thinks you. Quite proper, sir. And I
can see you think that the arms is
for the afterguard except in case of
trouble. Quite proper. You can do
the shooting, and you can keen the
boat. The
We could
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The darkness in front of us was alive
with fiery eyeballs.
mouth and beacned the
place was full of seals,
hear them bellowing.
“Two of you stand here,” shouted
Handy Solomon, “and take them as
they go out! 'We’ll go in and scare
’em down to you!”
“They’ll run over
Pulz.
“No, they won’t. You can dodge up
the sides when they go by.”
This was indeed well possible,
w’e gripped our clubs and ventured in-
to the darkness.
We advanced four abreast, for the
cave was wide enough for that. As
we penetrated the bellowing and bark-
ing became more deafening. It was
impossible to see anything, although
we felt an indistinguishable tumbling
mass receding before our footsteps.
Thrackles swore violently as he stum-
bled over a laggard. With uncanny
abruptness the black wall of darkness
in front of us was alive with fiery
eyeballs. The seals had reached the
end of the cave and had turned toward
us. We, too, stopped, a little uncertain
as to how to proceed.
The first plan had been to get behind
the band and drive it slowly toward
the entrance to the cave. This was
now seen to be Impossible. The cav-
ern wTas too narrow, its sides at this
point too steep and the animals too
thickly congested. Our eyes, becom-
ing accustomed to the twilight, now
began to make out dimly the individ-
ual bodies of the seals and the general
configuration of the rocks. One big
bowlder lay directly in our path, like
an island in the shale of the cave’s
floor. Perdosa stepped to the top of
it for a better look. The men attempt-
ed to communicate their ideas of what
was to be done, but could not make
themselves heard above the uproar. I
could see their faces contorting with
the fury of being baffled,
made a dash to get by.
flippered after him. If
past, they would have followed as
obstinately as sheep and nothing could
have stopped them, but the big bull
went down beneath the clubs. Thrac-
kles hit the animal two vindictive
blows after it had succumbed.
This settled the revolt, and we stood
as before. Pulz and Handy Solomon
tried to converse by signs, but evident-
ly failed, for their faces shotved angry
in the twilight. Perdosa, on his rock,
rolled and lit a cigarette. Thrackles
paced to and fro, and the nigger lean-
ed on his club farther down the cave.
They had been left at the entrance,
but now in lack of results bad joined
their companions.
Now Thrackles approached and
screamed himself black trying to im-
part some plan. He failed, but stoop- j
ed and picked up a stone and threw it I
u will want to read it later if not now.
cartridges always Dy you. Just rot
discipline, sir.”
The man’s boldness in so fully arm-
ing me was astonishing, and his care-
lessness in allowing me aboard with
Captain Selover astonished me still
more. Nevertheless I promised to go
for the desired cartridges, fully re-
solved to make an appeal.
A further consideration of the ele-
ments of the game convinced me, how-
ever, of the fellow’s shrewdness. It
was no more dangerous to allow me a
rifle—under direct surveillance—for the
purposes of hunting than to leave me
my sawed off revolver, which I still - - . — - -
retained. The arguments he had used /throw myself on his mercy.
, wit 1 CinT+e* 4-1-i zx n vnnfi n i rvn4-
against my shooting Perdosa were
quite as cogent now. As to the sec-
ond point, I, finding the sun unex-
pectedly strong, returned from the
cove for my hat and so overheard the
following between Thrackles and his
leader:
“What’s to keep him from staying
aboard?” cried Thrackles, protesting.
“Well, he might,” acknowledged
Handy Solomqp, “and then are we the
worse off? You ain’t going to make
a boat attack against Old Scrubs, are
you?” • ■ j
Thrackles hesitated.
“You can kiss the book on it you
ain’t,” went on Handy Solomon easily.
“Nor me nor Pulz nor the greaser nor
the nigger nor none of us all together.
We’ve had our dose of that. Well, if
he goes aboard and stays where are
the worse off? I asks you that.
But he won’t. This is w’at’s goin’ to
happen. Says he to Old Scrubs, ‘Sir,
the men needs you to bash in their
‘Bash ’em in yourself,’ says
be; ‘that’s w’at you’re for.’ And if he
should come ashore w’at could he do?
I asks you that. We ain’t disobeyed
no orders dooly delivered. We’re ready
to pull halliards at the word. No, let
him go aboard, and if he peaches to
the old man, why, all the better, for
it just gets the old man down on him.
“How about Old Scrubs”—
“Don’t you believe none in luck?”
asked Handy Solomon.
“Aye.”
“Well, so do I, with w’at that law
crimp used to call jo.odicious assist-
ance.”
I rowed out to the Laughing Lass
very thoughtful and a little shaken by
the plausible argument. Captain Sel-
over was lying dead drunk across the
cabin table. I did my best to waken
him, but failed, took a score of car-
tridges—no more—and departed sadly.
Nothing could be gained by staying
aboard. Every chance might be lost.
Besides, an opening to escape in the
direction of the laboratory might of-
fer. I as well as they believed in luck
judiciously assisted.
In the ensuing days I learned much
of the habits of seals. We sneaked
along the cliff tops until over the rook-
eries; then lay flat on our stomachs
and peered cautiously down on our
quarry. The seals had become very
wary. A slight jar, the fall of a peb-
ble, sometimes even sounds unnoticed
by ourselves, were enough to send
them into the water. There they lined
up just outside the surf, their sleek
heads glossy with the wet, their calm,
soft eyes fixed unblinkingly on us.
It -was useless to shoot them in the
water. They sank at once.
When, however, we succeeded in
gaming an advantageous position it
was necessary to shoot with extreme
accuracy. A bullet directly through
the back of the head would kill clean-
ly. A hit anywhere else was practical-
ly useless, for even in death the ani-
mals seemed to retain enough blind,
instinctive vitality to flop them into the
water. There they were lost.
Each rookery consisted of one tre-
mendous bull who officiated apparent-
ly as the standing army, a number of
smaller bulls, his direct descendants;
the cows and pups. The big bull held
his position by force of arms. Occa-
sionally other unattached bulls would
come swimming by. On arriving op-
posite the rookery the stranger would
utter a peculiar challenge. It was
never refused by the resident cham-
pion. who promptly slid into the sea
>.nd engaged battle. If he conquered,
the stranger went on his way. If,
however, the stranger won, the big.
bull immediately struck out to sea,
abandoning his rookery, while the
newcomer swam in and attempted to
make his title good with all the young-
er bulls. I have seen some fierce com-
bats out there in the blue water. They
gashed each other deep.
You can see by this how out hunt-
ing was never at an end. On Tuesday
we would kill the boss bull of a cer-
tain establishment. By Thursday at
latest another would be installed.
I learned curious facts about seals in
those days. The hunting did not ap-
peal to me particularly, because it
seemed to me useless to kill so large
an animal for so small a spoil. Still
it was a means to my all absorbing
end, and I confess that the stalking,
the lying belly down on the sun warm-
ed grass over the surge and under the
clear sky was extremely pleasant.
While awaiting the return of the big
bull often W9 had opportunity to
watch the others at their daily affairs,
and even the unresponsive Thrackles
was struck with their almost human
into the mass of seals. The others un-
derstood. A shower of stones follow-
ed. The animals milled like cattle,
bellowed the louder, but would not
face their tormentors. Finally an old
cow flopped by in a panic. I thought
they would have let her go, but she
died a little beyond the bull. No more
followed, although the men threw
stones as fast and as hard as they
were able. Their faces were livid with
anger, like that of an evil tempered
man with an obstinate horse.
Suddenly Handy Solomon put his
head down and with a roar distinctly
audible even above the din that filled
the cave charged directly into the herd.
I saw the beasts cringe before him. I
saw his club rising And falling indis-
criminately, and then the whole back
of the cave seemed to rise and
at us.
This was no chance of sport now,
but a struggle for very life. We real-
ized that once down there would be
no hope, for while the seals were more
anxious to escape than to fight we
knew that their jaws were powerful.
There was no time to pick and choose.
We hit out with all the strength and
quickness we possessed. It was like
a bad dream, like struggling with an
elusive hydra headed monster, knee
high, invulnerable. We hit, but with-
out apparent effect. New heads rose,
the ■'press behind increased. We gave
ground. We staggered, struggling des-
perately to keep our feet.
How long this lasted I cannot tell.
It seemed hours. I know my arms be-
came leaden from swinging my club.
My eyes were full of sweat. My breath
gasped. A sharp pain in my knee
nearly doubled me to the ground, and
yet I remember clamping to the
thought that I must keep my feet,
keep my feet at any cost. Then all at
once I recalled the fact that I was
armed. I jerked out the short bar-
reled revolver and turned it loose in
their faces.
Whether the flash and detonation
frightened them, whether Perdosa,
still clinging to his rock, managed to
turn their attention by his flanking ef-
forts or whether, quite simply, the
wall of dead finally turned them back
I do not know, but with one accord
they gave over the attempt.
I looked at once for Handy Solomon
and was surprised to see him still
alive, standing upright on a ledge the
other side of the herd. His clothing
was literally torn to shreds, and he
was covered with blood. But in this
plight he was not alone, for when I
turned toward my companions they,
too, were tattered, torn and gory. We
were a dreadful crew, standing there
in the half light, our chests heaving,
*our rags dripping red.
For perhaps ten seconds no one
moved. Then with a yell of demoniac
rage my companions clambered over
the rampart of dead seals and attacked
the herd.
The seals were now cowed and de-
fenseless. It was a slaughter, and the
most debauching and brutal I have
ever known. I had hit out with the
rest when it had been a question of
dbfense, but from this I turned aside
in a sick loathing. The men seemed
possessed of devils and of their unnat-
ural energy. Perdosa cast aside the
club and took to his natural weapon,
the knife. I can see him yet rolling
over and over and embracing a big
cow, his head jammed in an ecstacy of
ferocity betweeq the animal’s front
flippers, his legs clasped to hold her
body, only his right hand rising and
falling as he plunged his knife again
and again. She struggled, turning him
over and under, wept great tears and
fairly whined with terror and pain.
Finally she was still, and Perdosa stag-
gered to his feet, only to stare about
him drunkenly for a moment before
throwing himself with a screech on an-
other victim.
The nigger alone did not jump into
the turmoil. He stood just down the
cave, his club ready. Occasionally a
disorganized rush to escape would be
made. The nigger’s lips snarled and
with a truly mad enjoyment he beat
the poor animals back.
I pressed against the wall horrified,
fascinated, unable either to interfere
or to leave. After a little a tiny
stream, growing each moment, began
to flow past my feet. It sought its
channel daintily, as streamlets do, feel-
ing among the stones in eddies, quiet
pools, miniature falls and rapids. For
the moment I did not realize what it
could be. Then the light caught it
down where the nigger waited, and I
saw it was red.
At first the racket of the seals was
overpowering. Now gradually it was
losing violence. I began to hear the
blasphemies, ferocious cries, screams
of anger hurled against the cave walls
by the men. TJie thick, sticky smell
grew stronger, the light seemed to
grow dimmer, as though it could not
burn in that fetid air. A seal came
and looked up at me, big tears rolling
from her eyes. Then she flippered
aimlessly away, out of her poor wits
with terror. The sight finished me.
I staggered down the length of the
hlaek tunnel to the boat.
(To Be Continued.)
surprised to hear it echoed from all
about me.
“D---that cricket!” I cried. .
And the dead shadows stirred from
the bunks, and thei hollow eyed vic-
tims of insomnia ctept out to curse
their tormentor. We organized an ex-
pedition to hunt him down. It was ri-
diculous enough, six strong men prowl-
ing for the life of one poor little insect.
We did not find him, however, though
we succeeded in silencing him. But
no sooner were we back in our bunks
than he began it again, and shch was
the turmoil of our nerves that day
found us sitting wan about a fire, hug-
ging our knees.
We were so genuinely emptied, not
so much by the cricket as by the two
years of fermentation, that not one of
us stirred toward breakfast. In fact,
not one of us moved from the listless
attitude in which day found him until
after 9 o’clock. Then we pulled our-
selves together and cooked coffee and
salt horse. As a significant fact, the
nigger left the dishes unwashed, and
no one cared.
Handy Solomon finally shook him-
self and' arose.
“I’m sick of this,” said he. “I’m go-
in’ seal hunting.”
They arose without a word. They
were sick of it, too—sick to death. We
were a silent, gloomy crew indeed as
we thrust the surfboat afloat, clam-
bered in and shipped the oars. No one
spoke a word; no one had a. comment
to make, even when we saw the rook-
ery slide into the water while -we were
still fifty yards from the beach. We
pulled back slowly along the coast.
Beyond the rock we made out the en-
trance to the dry cave.
“There’s seal in there!” cried Handy
Solomon. “Lots of ’em!”
He thrust the rudder over, and we
headed for the cave. No one express-
ed an opinion.
As it was again high tide, we rowed
in to the steep shore inside the cave’s
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