Palacios Beacon (Palacios, Tex.), Vol. 10, No. 6, Ed. 1 Friday, March 1, 1918 Page: 3 of 10
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SYNOPSIS.
—16—
Humphrey Van Weyden, critic and dilet-
tante, finds himself aboard tlie wealing
schooner Ghoat, Captain Wolf Larsen,
bound to Japan waters. The captain
make* hlrn cabin boy "for the good of hl«
•oul." The cocknev cook, Mugrldge, Is
jealous and haz**s him Wolf hazes a sea-
man and make® It the basis for a phil-
< ~nphlc discussion with Hump. Cooky and
Hump whet knives at each other. Hump's
Intimacy with Wolf Increases. A carnival
t»f brutality breaks loose In the ship. Wolf
proves himself the master brute. Hump,
despite his protest, Is made mate on the
hell-shlf) and proves by his conduct In a
blow that he has learned "to stand on his
own leqs." Two men desert the vessel
in one of the small boat*. A young worn-
•nn and four men. survivors of a steamer
wreck, are rescued from a small boat.
The deserters are sighted, but Wolf stands
away and lnaves them to drown. Maude
Brewster, the rescued girl, and Van
vVeyden find they know ea^h other'*
work. They talk together of a world alien
to Wolf. Maude se*« Mugrldflre towed
overside In a bowline to give him a bath
and his foot bitten off by a Bhark as he
Is hauled aboard. She begins to realise
her danger at the hands of Wolf. Van
Weyden realizes that he loves Maude.
Wolf's brother, Death Larsen, comes on
the sealing grounds In the steam sealer
Macedonia and blankets Wnlf's boats, so
stealing his catch. Death Larsen "hogs"
'the sea again and Wolf captures one of
his boats with its men.
CHAPTER XXI—Continued.
He dropped down to the deck and
rested his rifle across the rail. The
bullets wo had received had treveled
nearly a mile, but by now we had cut
that distance In half. He fired three
careful shots. At the third the boat-
steerer let loose his steerlng-oar and
crumpled up In the bottom of the boat.
"I guess that'll fix them," Wolf Lar-
sen said, rising to his feet. "I couldn't
afford to let the hunter havo It. and
there 1* a chance the boat-puller
doesn't know how to steer. In which
case, the hunter cannot steer and
ahoot at the saino time."
His reasoning was Justified, for the
boat rushed at once into the wind and
the hunter sprang aft to talce the boat-
r's place. There was no more
—_ ?tfJ,
remaining two of the enemy. The de-
serted boat was In tho trough of the
sea, rolling drunkcnly across each
comber, its loose spritaail out at right
angies to it and fluttering and flapping
in tlio wind. The hunter and boat-
puller were both lying awkwardly In
the bottom, Dut the boat-Bteerer lay
across the gunwale, halt In and half
out, his arms trailing in the water and
his head rolling from side to side.
"Don't look, Miss Brewster, please
don't look," I had begged of her, and I
was glad that she had minded me and
been spared tho sight.
"Head right into the bunch, Mr. Van
Weyden," was Wolf Larson's com-
mand.
As he drew nearer, the tiring ceased,
and wo saw that the fight was over.
The remaking two boats had been cap-
tured by our five, and the soven'were
grouped together waiting to be picked
up.
"Look at that!" I cried involuntarily,
pointing to the northeast.
The blot of smoke which indicated
the Macedonia's position bad re-
appeared.
"Yes; I've been watching it." was
Wolf Larsen's calm reply. He meas-
ured the distance away to the fog-
bank and for an Instant paused to feel
tho weight of the wind on his cheek.
"We'll make it, I think; but you can
depend upon it that blessed brother of
mine has twigged our little game and
is just a-humping for us. Ah, look at
that!"
The blot of smoke had suddenly
grown larger, and it was very black.
"I'll beat you out, though, brother
mine," he chuckled. "I'll beat you out,
and I hope you no worse than that you
rack your old engines Into scrap."
PALACIOS JSEJ
was blotted out,'
even our
and our hor
ed eyes may
It was
looked at Ma
that she was
I looked at Wc
nothing subjf
consciousness,
with the Immi
He stLl held'
he was tlmli.
passage of that J
ward lunge
Ghost.
"do for'ard
any noise,"
voice.
men at all
rattling, of !
No nolaa,
When all w«i
a-lee" waa
man to
about on ^
no noise itil
was—the
and the <
or ti
echoing
swathed.
We had
seemed, when*
and we were i
wide
he
bare. No
its surface nti
her smoke.
Wolf
and ran
bank. His
entered
steamer,
blindly
chance
about and
now
ward.
of the
mild
er's cfc
He i
and ma
again.
ICIOS, TEXAS
CHAPTER XXII.
When we hove to, a hasty though at-
—-
sky,
view,
•-bllnd-
I
knew
Then
j.was
Rte .of
was
ssent.
that
the
tor-
' Of the
rat
s low
.8*
s be no
voices.
i n
"hard-
line from
heeled
ictically
thwe
Bints
i a block
k hollow
were
with
away
the
to depend upon, and Ivouls was even
now at the wheol. We were sailing on
thrmigh tho fog without a lookout and
without lights. That Wolf Lansen had
turned the liquor loose among liis men
surprised me, but he evidently knew
their psychology and the best method
of cementing In cordiality what had
begun in blooduhod.
His victory over Death Larsen
seemed to have had a remarkable ef-
fect upon him. The previous evening
he had reasoned himself into the blues,
and I had been waiting momentarily
for one of his characteristic outbursts,
Yet he discovered himself in splendid
trim when I entered the cabin He hud
had no headaches for weeks, his eyes
were clear blue as the sky, hla bronze
was beautiful with perfect health;
llto snelled through his veins In full
and magnificent flood. While waiting
for me he had engaged Maud in ani
mated discussion. He seemed voluble,
prone to speech as I had never seen
him bofore. The discussion was on
love and, as usual, his was tho sheer
materialistic side, and Maud's was the
Idealistic. For myself, beyond a word
or so of suggestion or correction now
and again, 1 took no part.
He was brilliant, but so was Maud,
and for some time I lost the thread of
the conversation through studying her
face aa she talked. It was a face that
rarely displayed color, but tonight it
was flushed and vivacious. Her wit
waa playlng-keenly. and she was enjoy
tog the tilt as much as Wolf Larsen,
and he was enjoying it hugely. For
some reason, though I know not why,
to the argument, so utterly had I lost
It to the contemplation of one stray
brOwn lock of Maud's hair, he quoted
from Iseult at Tintagel, where she
say*:
NO-COTTON ZONE IN TEXAS
OOTLINEO IN PROCLAMATION
Quarantine Placed on Kinney, Mav-
erick and Val Verde Counties by
Governor's Order.
Biassed
her
am I beyond women even
-lereln,
That toyond ail born women li my sin,
And perfect mv transgression.
-to. . *
As be had read pessimism into
Omar, so now l)e read triumph, sting-
ing triumph and exultation, into Swin-
burne's lines. And he road rightly,
and he read well. He had hardly
ceesed reading when Louis put his
head into the companlonway and whis-
pered down:
"Be easy, will ye? The fog's lifted,
an' 'tis the port light lv a steamer
that's crossln' our bow this blessed
minute."
Wolf Larsen sprang on deck, and so
swiftly that by the time we followed
him ho had pulled the steerageelide
thO drunken clamop^MidUwas on
ifie the forecas-
*ho»fh »
Austin, Tex.—Tho first absolute
quarantine zone against growing cot-
ton in Texas was created Tuesday ia
a proclamation issued by Governor
Hobby which makes It unlawful to
grow cotton for a period of three
yeu.it> in Kinney, Maverick ana Val
Verde counties. Tho prohibition also
is against shipping cotton and cotton
products from these counties. The
proclamation is based on an attached
affidavit from Ernest E. Scholl, chief
entomologist in the state department
of agriculture, who avers that he
found pink boil infestation at San Car-
los, Mexico, fourteen miles across the
Rio Grande.
The proclamation follows:
"Whereas, Under the provisions of
sections of chapters 11 of the general
laws of the State of Texas, acts of the
thirty-fifth legislature, Hon. Fred W.
Davis, commissioner of agriculture of
the state of Texas, in tho manner pro-
vided hy law, has caused to be made
a thorough investigation of the pres-
ence of the pink boll worm within
twenty-five miles of the TexaSjAIexi-
can border, and has found that there
exists a certain danger of infestation
of Texas fields by this pest; and
"Whereas, It becomes necessary
that the future cotton industry of this
state be protected by prohibiting the
planting of cotton in the counties of
Kinney, Maverick and Val Verde for
a period of three years, or so long as
such condition of menace to the cot-
ton industry shall be deemed to exist;
now, therefore,
"I, W. P. Hobby, governor of Texas,
hy virtue of authority vested ill ri<*
by the laws of the State of Texas, do
hereby declare it unlawful to grow or
transport cotton, or any cotton prod-
uct, from the above said counties for
th<? tprpi
"This proclamation i3 issued on this
day and is in full force and effect from
and after this day until withdrawn by
lawful authority."
FI8H LAW OF TEXAS WILL NOT
AID IN PROMOTING PRODUCTION
i."
Wellington.—That the iaws-of Tex-
ait
nnt-pwller "pass a rifle to the
iter: Wolf Larsen went amidships
and took the coil of the throat-halyards
from its pin. Then be peered over the
rail with leveled rifle. Twice I saw the
hunter let go the steering-oar with one
band, reach for his rifle, and hesitate.
We ,were now alongside and foaming
past.
"Here, you!" Wolf Larsen cried sud-
. , denly to tho boat-puller. "Take a
turn!"
At the same time he flung the col!
of rope. It struck fairly, nearly
knocking the man over, but he did not
obey. Instead, he looked to his hunter
for orders. The hunter, In t.urn, was
In a quandary. His rifle wuh between
his knees, but if he let go the steer-
lng-oar In order to shoot, tho boat
would sweep around and collide with
the schooner. Also he saw Wolf Lar-
sen's rifle bearing upou him and knew
he would be shot ere he could get his
rifle into play,
"Take a turn," he said quietly to the
man.
The boat-puller obeyed, taking a turn
around the little forward thwart and
paying the line as it Jerked taut The
boat, sheered out with a rush, and the
bunter steadied it to a parallel coursc
some twenty foot trom the Bide of tho
Ghost.
"Now get that sail down and come
alongside!" Wolf Larsen ordered.
Once aboard, the two prisoners
bolsted in the boat and under Wolf
Larsen'8 direction carried the wound-
ed boat-steerer down into the fore-
castle.
"If our five boats do as well as you
and I have done, we'll have a pretty
full crow," Wolf Larsen said to me.
"The man you shot—he is, 1 hope—"
Maud Brewster quavered.
"In the shoulder," he answered.
"Nothing sorious. Mr. Van Wnydnn
will pull him around as good as ever in
three or four weeks."
"But he won't pull those chaps
»round, from the look of it," he added,
pointing at the Macedonia's third boat,
tor which I had been steering and
which was now nearly abreast of us.
"That's Horner's and Smoke's work. I
told them we wanted live men, not
oirciHH. But the Joy of shooting to
bit la a most compelling thing, when
once you've learned how to shoot. Ever
. J* experienced it. Mr. Van Weyden?"
1 shook my head and regarded their
work. It had indeed been bloody, for
tbey had drawn off and Joined our
, Other three boats in the attack on the
Jr:;.
gmtti-
■kSS"' 'j
I . i ,
while our sailors hoisted to tile boat*,
pell-mell, dropping them tmywuere up-
on the deck and not stopping'to lash
them. We were already under way, all
sailu set and drawing, and the sheets
being slacked off tor a wind abeam, as
the last boat lifted clear of the water
»nd swung In the tackles.
There was need for haste. The
Macedonia, belching tho blackest of
smoke from her funnel, was charging
down upon us from out of the north-
east. Neglecting the boats that re-
mained to hor, she had altered her
course so as to anticipate ours. 8he
was not running straight for us, but
ahead of us. Our courses were con-
verging like the sides of an angle, the J
vertex of which won at llie <eu£o O" tho
fog-bank. It was there, or not at all,
that the Macedonia could hope to catch
us. Tho hope for the Ghost lay to
that slio should pass that point before
tho Macedonia arrived at It.
"Bettor get your rifles, you fellows,"
Wolf Larsen called to our hunters;
and the five men lined the lee '•all,
guns In hand, and waited.
The Macedonia was now but a mile
away, tho black smoke pouring from
her funnel at a right angle, so madly
she raced, pounding through the sea at
ft seventeen-knot gait—"'Sky-hooting
through the brine,'" as Wolf Larsen
quoted while gazing at her. We were
not making more than nine knots, but
the fog-bank was very near.
A pulT of smoke broke from the
Mocedonia's deck, we heard a beavy
report, and a round hole took form to
the stretched canvas of our mainsail.
They were shooting at us with one of
the small cannon which rumor had
said they carried on board. Our men,
clustering amidships, waved their
hats and raised a derisive cheer. Again
there was a puff of smoke and a loud
report, this time the cannon ball strik-
ing not more than twenty feet astern
and glancing twice from sea to sea to
windward ere it sank.
But there was no rifle-flring for the
reason that all their hunters were out
in the boats or our prisoners. When
the two vessels were half a mile apart,
a third shot made another hole to our
mainsail. Then we entered the fog. It
was about us, veiling and hiding us to
its dense wet gauze.
The sudden transition was startling.
The moment bofore we had been leap-
ing through the sunshine, the clear
sky above us, the sea breaking and
rolling wide to the horizon, and a ship,
vomiting smoke and flre and Iron mla-
slles, rushing madly upon us. And at
once, as in an instant's leap, the ana
- u JM£353
,«
The
A ' •'
As V*
saw »
ward. I looked qui?
son. AlrrtMEgPffBI
burled In th^'ZOfi^l
KHpttdbis
bead. Ho, too, had «
donia, guessing his rrfl
Kand fail-
Ing by a moment iS
Hpng it.
There waa ao doubt®
Hp»d es-
caped unM«a.% -JS'*
■KQ' •.
"I'd give five fl
though." Wolf Leteei*
■Putt to be
aboard tha Macedonia
Bp¬es,
listening to my
"And ho*, Mr. VB
IPbyden," he
said to a* when h«'«
■n relieved
from the wheel, "wel|
■lake these
newcomera welcome.B
Kutjilenty
of whiaky to the htofl
m* see that
a few bottles Blip fcH
W m wager
every man Jack of ■
lit over the
side tomorrow, buntlfl
EfWolf Lar
son as contentedly ani
Khey hunted
for Death Larsen." ■
K
WoU Laraea took W
Btrtbutlon of
the whiaky oft my h§
Hit the bot-
tlea began to make ■
Mjtypearanee
while I worked over ■
■th hatch of
wounded man to the!
pitle. 1 had
aeon whisky drink, ifl
JgjBP aa these
men drank It, fronHj
Hntnaand
mugs, and trom tfl
Brot which
brimming drtnka, eaH
waa to Itself a debatflj
■|t they did
not atop at one or *■
■hev drank
and drank, and ever fl|
■tea slipped
forward and they dfl
Kpre.
The steerago,
Hrwere two
wounded hunters, wH
■{petition of
the forecastle, excefl
• Wolf Lar-
son waa not being «■
1; and It waa
with a great rallfl
Bit I again
emerged on deck in
(Br aft to the
cabin. Supper wasB
SUn A Wolf
Larsen and Maud wfl
Dp* tern*.
White all Ma shipH
Hfittog dnmk
aa fast as tt could )■
aped sober.
Not a drop of )!««<■
Bsed his lips.
He did not dare It ■
HUM eirenm-
stancea, for ha bad ■
Beds and aa
a wight flight and a white
Mid I could hear the pulsing of a
j steamer's engines. Beyond a doubt It
woa the Macedonia.
Wolf Lara en bad returned to the
and we stood iti a silent group,
the lights rapidly cross our
/•
i "Lucky for me he doesn't carry a
it," Wolf Larsen said.
"What if 1 should cry out loudly?"
■Queried to a whisper.
P'lt would be all up," he answerod.
it have you thought upon what
Immediately happen?"
tore I had time to express any de-
to know, he had me by the throat
| With his gorilla grip, and by a faint
quiver of the muscles—a hint, as it
tvere—he suggested to me the twist
that would surely have broken my
neck. The next moment, he had re-
leased me and we were gazing at the
Macedonia's lights.
"What if I should cry out?" Maud
asked.
"I like you too well to hurt you," he
said softly—nay, there was a tender-
ness and a caress in his voice that
made me wince. "But don't do It, Just
the same, for I'd promptly break Mr.
Van Weyden's neck."
"Then she has my permission tn cry
out." I said defiantly.
"I hardly think you'll care to sacri-
fice the Dean o' American Letters the
Second." he sneered.
We spoke no more, though we had
become too used to one another for the
silence to be awkward; and when the
red light and the white had disap-
peared we returned to the cabin to
finish the interrupted supper.
If ever Wolf Larsen attained the
summit of living, he attained it then.
From time to time I forsook my own
thoughts to follow htm, and I followed
In amaze, mastered for the moment by
hla remarkable Intellect, under the
apell of bis passion, for he wus preach
tag the passion of revolt It was in-
evitable thai Milton's Lucifer should
be instanced, and the keenness with
which Wolf Larsen analyzed and de
picted the character was a revelation
of his stifled genius. It reminded me
of Taine. yet I knew tho man had
never heard of that brilliant though
dangerous thinker.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Her Political Views.
"Jane, I have discovered that our
aew cook has decided views about
the policy in the Bant."
"John, what do you mean?"
"She believes tn the gradual diarup
tion of china."
tag the two days conference with state
representatives. Texas was represent-
ed by Will W. Wood, state game, fish
and oyster commissioner, and V. O.
Thomas, a deputy in his department.
The state department was created
more than twenty years ago. but the
legislature has enacted no laws tend-
ing to promote production of fish or
oysters, nor conserve the supply that
abounds on the Texas coast, the com-
missioner said. There is no replace-
ment, hence the supply of oyster beds
particularly is rapidly passing. Fol-
lowing a conference of the officials
with the bureau of fisheries it was an-
nounced a representative of the bu-
reau would go to Texas to make a sur-
vey of the situation and suggest plans
by which the industry may be revived.
Food Administrator Hoover will soon
announce rules and regulations under
which the industries are to operate for
the remainder of the war, and to in-
crease the production if possible.
All Must Get Together.
Washington.—In a general order is-
sued Saturday designed to clarify the
relations between the railroad admin-
istration and railroad employes, Direc-
tor General McAdoo emphasized that
j officials and workmen no longer are
serving a private interest, but the gov-
ernment and the public only, and that
all must work together for the com-
mon object of defeating Germany.
That the greatest efficiency may be
maintained the director general order-
ed all laws pertaining to promotion of
safety of employes and passengers
must be fully complied with; that
where necessary men must work a
reasonable amount of overtime; that
retention of men will be determined
by their fitness and character of serv-
ice render
ant
diacrimin^
tion shall be made against any em-
ploye because of membership or uon-
membership in labor organizations.
Houston Votes Out Ward Saloons.
Houston. Tex.—More than 300 sa-
loons In Ihe residence sections of
Houston will bo forced to go out. ol
business Monday, February 25, as a
result of an election held Wednesday
at which a referendum ordinance re-
atrictlng the saloons to the Immediate
business district received a majority
of 2,418 votes. Tho voters of Hous-
ton at the same time gave a majority
of fi,406 votes to the proposition of an-
nexing the city of Houston Heights.
The citizens of the Heights also de-
clared in favor of becoming a part of
Houston by a majority of 619 votee.
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