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tore Anil o»« or two
fs« concern# will retire
iagway field ia the next
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eav© Keller Bros.. C. W.
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blijiiiuieuti ia SJtagway.
ha# uot beeu ab;a to <!■&
r wiu^g or fisiuag, but
ed a*ialjr for proaparity
<rtation, a» th« gateway
oa and agriculture. The
igway ig v<irj- productive
the aj-t'j zt«t bo limited
rfval the Ghllc&t
tho garden »po't of -Ai
ve article w#a talt?n Irom
iu Weekly Dispatch, aud
v careless «oaie aewsipa
r® la taking the wor^ uf
dtp who "shoot off their
> reporters who wiU li*tea
ie facta in the are,
• a couplB of tha old bla
sts are mori ug away.
rvmalu ia Skagway more
ty two mercantile «auib
large aad saujl, with
: power and lighting Plant,
offices ol the W.. P. a a<l
. the large shoi* of the
pajiy with the wharf aa
era, a nicturq ®how, the
of the Bu.uk ofA taska.,
a braaahea ia Wraagell,
aud Aachorage, a large
►raga plan'.; transportation
the big steamship compan
a&ny other taduetri » iitch
ries, mariet gardeas, coal
1 yards, trVaafer oompauie®,
<t daily awespaptr ia Ala®
vell always to asoertaia
i about "aewa' to be gtr
«spec4ally wheat it in
ree of a "knock."
our way<j be sot evil you
ed by little things.
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• suggestion.—S. K R
WOLVES
of the SEA
iiinnimnnnmiumimmmii
'By
RANDALL
PARRISH
Ouprnjai bj jlv> — ~—
xet at tnat tney were too late, me
advantage of surprise had failed them.
A haH> dozen had reached the deck,
leaping from the rail, the others below
clambering after their leaders, when
with a rush we met them. It was a
fierce, mad* fight, fist and dub pitted
~ %SR i
It Was a Fierce, Mad Fight
against knife and cutlass, but the de
fenders struck like demons Incarnate.
I doubt if the struggle lasted two min
tes. I heard the blows, the oaths, the
cries of pain, the dull thud of wood
against bone, the sharp clang of steel
In contact, the shuffling of feet on the
deck, the splash of bodies hurled over
board. Each man fought for himself,
in his own way. I thought only of her,
and leaped straight for her assailant
with bare hands, smashing recklessly
through the hasty guard of his cutlass
and grlp[M?d the copper devil by hair
snu tin at. « knew .he fell to the
•1e*k ' eneath our feet, but I had my
woik cut ut for Tie. He was a hell
hound, slippery as an eel in his half
nakedness, strong as an ox, and fight
ng like a fiend. Tet * had him foul,
my „Tip unbreakable, as . forced his
-iec!' back against the rail, until It
cracked, the swarthy body sliding inert
to the deck. Whirling to assist the
others 1 found no need. Except for
bodies here and there the deck was
clear; men were struggling In the
chains; two below In the boat were
endeavoring to cast off, and Schmitt,
with Estevan helpless in his arms,
staggered to the side and flung the
shrieking Spanish cur overboard out
; into dark water. I btfard the splash as
j he fell, the single cry his lips gave, but
tie never again appeared above the sur
i face. Above the bedlam Watklns
i roared out an order.
| "That's it. bullies! that's it! Now
i let her drop! We'll send them to hell
| wnere they belong. Good shot: sha
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YOUR TOWN
Real tow 119 are not mada by ment
| afraid
Lest some one else gets ahead;
When every un« works and no
body shirkg
You can raise a tow,n. from the
dead. • ;
! And if while you make youjf j>ct
j souaj stake •t!
Vvsur neighbor makes one too.
Your town will b® what you want
to be,
IT isn't your town—It's you.
If you want to live la the kind of
K tOW*
Like the kind of a town you
like.
You needn't slip your clothes in
■ja grip and start on a long long
hike.
You will only find what you left
behind.
For there's nothing that's real
ly WW,
It's a knock at y©UT«elf when
■ ycu'i • knocking your town
I lt isn't your towm, it's you.'
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It was the hank of a spare anchor,
balanced for an instant on the rail,
then sent crashing down through the
frail bottom of the boat beneath. The
wreck drifted away into the fog, the
two miserable occupants clinging des
perately to the gunwales. I lifted
Dorothy to her feet, and she clung to
me unsteadily, her face yet white.
"Watkins, have you figured up re
sults?"
"Two of our men are cut rather
badly, and one hasn't come to yet from
a smart rap on the head."
"None got away?" »
"Not 'less they swum, thar's six dead
ones aboard. Four took ter the water,
mostly because they hed to. The only
livin' one o' the bunch is thet nigger
'longside the wheel, an' nuthln' but a
thick skull saved him."
"Then there were eleven in the
party. What do you suppose has be
come of the others aboard the Na
mur?"
"I dunno, sir; they might be a waltin'
out there In fog. Perhaps the nigger
cud tell you."
I crossed over to where the fellow
sat on a grating, his head in his hands,
the girl still clinging to my sleeve, as
though fearful of being left alone. The
man was a repulsive brute, his face
stained with blood, dripping from a
cut across his low forehead. He looked
up sullenly at our approach, but made
no effort to rise.
"Look yere. you black villain,"
roared Watkins, driving the lesson
home with his foot, "don't be a playin'
possum yer. Stand up an' answer Mis
ter Carlyle. or yer'll git a worse clip
than I give yer afore. Whac is the
bloody bark?"
"Pounding her heart out on the
rocks yonder," he said civilly, "unless
she's slid off au' gone down. To the
west, maybe a mile er so."
"What about the crew?"
"They got away in the boats, an'
likely mostly are ashore. We were In
the last boat launched, and headed
out so far ter get 'round a ledge o'
rocks we got lost in the fog. Then the
mist sorter opened an' give us a
glimpse o' yer topsails. We didn't ex
pect no fight, once we got aboard."
"Expected to find something easy, of
course? Perhaps it would have been
if—what is it you see out there,
Simms?"
The seaman, who was,standing with
hollowed hands shading his eyes, star
ing forth into the swirling drapery of
fog, turned at my call and pointed ex
citedly.
"There's a bark aground yonder, sir;
and It looks like the Namur!"
Even as I crossed the deck to his
side the wreaths of obscuring mist
seemed to divide, as though swept
apart by some mighty hand, and there
in the full glow of the sun, a picture
In a frame, lay the wrecked vessel.
Others saw It as I did, and gave vent
to recognition.
"Damned if It ain't the old hooker!"
"She got what was coming to her all
right mates."
"And she's lousy with treasure!"
"Come here, Sam! That's the last
of this Namur."
CHAPTER XXXII.
The Last of the Namur.
The vessel was plainly a total wreck,
rapidly pounding to death on a shai-p
Iei!>,'e of rock. Both masts were down,
and. lifted as the bow was. it was easy
to perceive the deck was in splinters
where falling spars :iud topmasts bad
crushed their way through. The bows
had caught, seemingly jammed la be
tween rocks, the stern sunk deep, with
cabin port holes barely above reach of
the waves. Not a living thing appeared
on board, and. as the fog slowly drifted
away, my eyes could discern no sign
of any boat, no evidence of the crew,
along the wide sweep of water. A
voice aroused me.
"What was it you said, J»ck, 'bout
treasure on the old, hooker? Why not
get it afore it's too late?"
"It's thar, all right, Ole," and I knew
kmimms
GARY EVANS FOSTER, J
Sergeant, Company F, 118th \
Infantry.
Sergt. Foster, whose home Is i
at Inman, S. C.. was decorated J
for conspicuous bravery dia- *
played near Montbrehain, ji
France, October 8, 1918. When *
UU company was held up by vio
lent machine gun fire from a 1
sunken road, Sergt. Foster, with
an officer, went forward to at
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nests. The officer was wounded. J
but Sergt. Foster continued on j
alone in the face of the heavy *
fire and by effective use of hand
grenades and his pistol killed
several of the enemy and cap- j
tured eighteen.
WOMAN'S STATEMENT
WILL HELP SKAGWA1
"I hated cooking because wrhatev
er I ate gave ma eoup stomach ant
a bloated feeling. I drank ho
water and olive oil hy the gallon
Nothing helped until I tried oimpl*
buckthorn bark, glycerine, etc., aj
mixed In Ad4er-l-ka." Because 1'
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i me speaKcr to De names. "Ain't it,
Mr. Carlyle?"
"Yes. lads, there must be money on
board, unless those fellows took It
with them in the boats. I know of
fifty thousand pounds stolen in Vlis
ginia, and no doubt there is more than
that. The bark is liable to slide off
that rock any minute and go down li^e
a stone. What do you suy. bullies?
Here is a risky job, but a pocket full
of gold pieces, if we can get aboard
and safely off again. Who'll go across
with me?"
There was a babel of voices, the men
crowding about me, all else forgotten
as greed gripped their Imaginations.
"Stand back, lads 1 I cannot use all
of you. Four will be enough. You'll
not lose anything of what we bring
' back; it'll be share and share alike, so
fall, to, hearties."
I paused an instant to speak to
Dorothy, seated on the flag locker, ex
plaining to her swiftly my object in
exploring the wreck and pledging my
self not to be reckless in attempting
to board. I read fear In her eyes, yet
she said nothing to dissuade me.
I slipped down a rope and dropped
Into the boat, taking my place with a
steering oar at the stern, and we shot
awajr through the green water. The
Namur proved to be a more complete
wreck than our distant view had re
vealed, and lying in a more precarious
position. It was no pleasant job get
ting aboard, but ordering Haines to ac
company me, and the others to lie by,
I made use of a dangling backstay, and
thus hauled myself up to a reasonably
secure footing. The fellow Joined me
breathless, and together we perched
on the rail to gain view of the deck.
It was a distressing, hopeless sight,
the vessel rising before us like the
roof of a house, the deck planks stove
lr, a horrible Jumble of running rig
ging, booms and spars, blocking the
way forward. There were three bodies
tangled In the wreckage within our
sight, crushed out of all human re
semblance, and the face of a negro,
caught beneath the ruins of the galley,
seemed to grin back at me in death.
Every timber groaned as the waves
struck and rocked the sodden mass,
and I bad no doubt but that the vessel
had already broken in two.
Haines was evidently reluctant, but
sailor enough to follow as I lowered
myself to the deck, clinging hard to
keep my footing on the wet incline. A
light spar had lodged here, and by
making this a species of bridge, we
crept as far as the companion, the door
of which was open, and gained a view
of the scene below. It was a dismal
hole In the dim light, but presented no
obstacle to our entrance, and I led the
way down the stairs, gripping the rail
to keep from falling.
The door of the captain's room gave,
but It required our combined efforts tq
press It open against the volume of
water, slushing about within. For a
moment my eyes could scarcely recog
nize the various objects as I clung to
the frame of the door and stared blind
ly about In the gloom. Then slowly
they assumed shape and substance.
Screwed to the deck, the furniture re
tained its place, but everything else
was jammed in a muss of wreckage, or
else floating about In a foot of water,
deepening toward the stern. There
were two chests In the room, one of
which I Instantly recognized as that of
Koger Fairfax. The sight of this made
me oblivious to all else.
"There's the chest we want, Haines,"
I cried, pointing it out. "Have the lads
back the boat up to this port; then
come down and help me handle It."
"Yes, sir," his voice trembling, "but
—but isn't that a man over there—in
the bunk? Good God, sir; look at
him!"
The white, ghastly face stared at us,
looking like nothing human In that
awful twilight. I actuallv thoueht It
! a ghost, until with desperate effort the
I man lifted himself, clinging with gaunt
fingers to the edge of the bunk. Then
I knew.
"Sanchez! You I those cowards left
you here to dlel"
"No one came for me," he answered,
choking so the words were scarcely In
telligible. "Who are you, and what
brought you heref
"HI tell you frankly, Captain
Sanchez," and I stepped closer. "We
risked coming aboard to save that
chest—Roger Fairfax's chest—before
It went down. This vessel has Its
back broken, and may slide off Into
deep water at any minute. We must
get you out of here first."
"Get me out 1" he laughed hideously.
"To hell with your help. I want none
of It I am a dead man now, and the
easiest way to end all will be to go
down with the ship—'twill be a fit
| coffin for Black Sanchez. By God! I
know you now—Qeoffry Carlyle?"
"Yea, but an enemy no longer."
"That is for me -to say. I hate your
race, your breed. The Very sound of
"D—n You, Take Your Gold and
Go!"
your name drives me mad. I accept
no rescue from you! Damn you, take
your gold and go."
"But why?" I insisted, shocked at
the man's violence. "Is it because I in
terfered between you and Dorothy
Fairfax?"
"That chit; bah, what do I care for
her but as a plaything. No, my hate
runs deeper than that. How came you
here—In the boat stolen from the Nn
mur?"
"No. Captain Sanchez. The day after
we left the ship we boarded a schooner
found adrift, the crew stricken with
cholera, with not a man left alive on
deck, or below. She lies yonder now,
the Santa Marie—a slaver."
"Merciful Qod!" and his eyes fairly
blazed into mine as he suddenly forced
his body upward in the bunk. "Tho
Santa Marie adrift! the crew dead
from cholera? And the captain—Para
dilla, Francis Paradlila—what of
him?"
"He lay alone on a divan in the
cabin—dead also."
He tried to speak, but failed, his
fingers clawing at his throat. When
he finally gained utterance once more
It was but a whisper.
"Tell me," he begged, "there was no
woman with him?"
"There was no woman," I said
gravely, "on deck or in the cabin.'1
(To be concluded)
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