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Show THE GRANTSVtLLE NEWS, GRANTSVILLE. UTAH. U1 T A PERIL (Copyright by W. G. Chapman) A GERMAN CRUISER AND IDA KENNEDY ENTERS THE STORY. e, Naval Lieutenant Donald Paget, just given command of a meets at Washington an old friend and distinguished though somewhat eccentric scientist, Captain Masterman. Masterman has just returned from an exploring expedition, bringing with him a member of the strange race, the existence of whose species, he asserts, menaces the human family. At the club, the 'March Hares," Masterman explains his theory to Paget The recital is interrupted by the arrival of a lifelong enemy of Masterman, Ira MacBenrd, and the former is seised with a fatal paralytic stroke. From Mastermans body Paget secures documents bearing upon the discovery and proceeds to the home of the scientist Paget proceeds to sou on his submarine, the F55, and encounters a German cruiser. CHAPTER IV . . Continued. At first the hum of the electric motors dominated all other sounds, but gradually it became blended with a medley of noises. Placing his ear a .moment against .the plating of the hull, Donald could hear a steady though faint pounding, which came, not from within, but from the bearings of the distant warship, transmitted under water. Somewhere, too, Donald fancied that a destroyer was speeding toward them, for there wos a faint and almost imperceptible whirmachinery. ring, as of Mixed with the throb of the screws there came the sound of their suction. At times the sens, breaking over the periscope, obscured his vision. Sometimes, too, the cruiser shifted outside her arc ; then the periscope motor started anew, and slowly she would high-spee- d swing back, growing more discernible. Below, the men, who understood that an enemy ship was near, waited In suppressed excitement. Well have to try her at a mile. Clouts," sold Donald to the lookiut He carried only three torpedoes. He would have liked to close in and make sure of hlB prey, but a shot at almost the extreme range seemed preferable to hazarding the vessel and the lives of his crew. Aye, sir!" answered SamXUouts. Clouts was a man of about forty with bland, humoryears, hook-noseous blue eyes, and a square Jaw under a square, bristling beard. When off a duty he was perpetually playing not mouth-orgaand Donald could ihelp smiling to see his hand stealing even .covetously toward his pocket now. The German cbuld hardly have been she jinore than a mile away when changed her course to westward. Donald had been approaching her head on, with the object of maneuvering, when within striking distance, to send a torpedo amidships. The new course cf the vessel was a bitter disappointment to him. x Donald renlized that she was near-;in- g the Shetlands and endeavoring to make the passage between mainland and Fair island. That was the most hazardous part of her Joruney. Once beyond the straits, she would be free In the open Atlantic. He gave the order to rise. The nnira were blown, the rudders and be.diving planes adjusted; the F55 trans-JucenA green mount to upward. gan appeared. The electric lights ' The hatches were opened.' out ,went Jk. gust of fresh air drove the stale atmosphere away. The petrol motors .took up the task of the electric ones. Donald ordered full speed. The ves-adrove high through the waves, achieving 12 knots. A shadow edged the misty horizon. It was Sumburgh head, the extreme southerly point of the Shetlands. Here ithe cruiser was due to turn. Smoke' to port, sir I said Clouts. ' The German had evidently seen It at the same time, for her speed began to diminish. This meant that she was d, n, Bud-.den- ly cy el steering cautiously to gain the shelter of Sumburgh, behind which she might lie unobserved for observation. If it was an English battle cruiser that was approaching, the ship would It foe hard put to it to escape. iwas not likely that the oncoming ship tiad sighted her smoke through the increasing haze. Donald drove hard for the main pAnimpi. He knew that he could catch the German now, and he was ready to chances of discovery. Meanwhile, the stranger came up out Unch by inch, lof the sea. At first Donald believed she was a British battle cruiser. This hope was oon dispelled, however, when her fun-inshowed three black stacks, ringed color of the Claude jwith white, the ds line, and the heavy hull, built for freight, not speed. His heart began to thump heavily. For the Ileotia was one of the Claude line's ships, and the approaching vessel looked very much like the overdue Beotia. ' And Ida was aboard her, and already well within range of the enemys guns I The two ships had sighted each other. Donald saw the Beotia diminish to a thread line as she turned und ran, prow on, toward the Orkneys. A spurt of flume broke from the Germans bow. A coll of cloud followed it. A few seconds later the boom of the discharge echoed across tfie water, and a pillar of spray shot up near the Beotias bow. The battleship turned toward her prey. And Donalds chance had come. The Beotia had no intention of surrendering. The German, following her, perceived the lurking danger, and at once his guns were trained on the submarine. The F55 dipped at the bow. A shell hooted over her, and a second, falling shorter, deluged the submersible with water. But the F55 was stern down Her periscope shot and sinking. through the waves, the only target, and in the conning tower Donald sat with his eyes fast on the mirror. Ten feet below the surface the F55 plunged on toward the monarch of the sea. The sound of the guns was vastly louder under the waves. A single shot, sent home, would smash through the thin plates as if they were of paper. But Donald knew that it was the supreme moment when danger must be ignored. He seemed to sense the ship, the crew, as a single entity, devoted to a single purpose. He aimed his bow directly into his enemys port flunk. Se was less than a mile away. At that distance it seemed a miracle that her shells failed to strike home. Down in the torpedo room three men bore a torpedo from the rack and placed it in the slings. They swung it forward into the breech of the tube. One man at the pump rapidly filled the breech chamber with the compressed air that was to send the missile upon its course. Donald, in the conning toWer, still held the cruiser within the mirror. He saw the smoke coil from her guns, he heard their dull reverberation, and knew that at any moment the blinded F55 might be sent staggering to her death through the wake of her wash. But he was animated by the single-,m)nde-d purpose which inspired all and made the steel and human mechanism a bolt forged for death. Clouts, at the wheel, did not allow the little craft to deviate, a hairs breadth from her course. Stand by 1" The hiss of the oxygen apparatus dominated all other sounds. At her speed the missile left the launching tube with a heavy thud, and the ship quivered as she shook herself free. And Donald knew that his shot had 45-kn- ot gone home. The whir grew less, but all listened until the end of the journey. On board the enemy. ship everyone could see the air bubbles that came up from the speeding missile and its white, foaming wake. There was no time to maneuver the giant ship. They prayed they could do no more that the torpedo might not have been shot true; that it might deviate from its imminent path. It came on Inexorably. The firing The gunners, abbecame wilder. sorbed as .they were in their task, seemed permeated with the contagious terror caused by that white, rippling pencil line that was extending toward their ship. The missile struck the battle cruiser amidships, blowing out a section of her hull, a single water-tigh- t compart mile-lon- g j TALK ON MUD. There were still some of the frogs, who had not gone lo Daddy, sleep for the winter. Grandpa Frog was talking to Grandpa Toad, and so we will not mix them up; we will speak of Graudui Frog as Grandfather, ami Grandpa Toad as Grandpa. I heard u line saying, said Grandpa, grunting and squeaking as be ssiid d, 0 SINKS j i Bv VICTOR ROUSSEAU PAGET ly. He turned to his aid, Davies, a little, kfen-face- d mldly who wus mak- first his Ing voyage iu command of men. Tow us, or run for Fair Island!", he cried. Then, flinging off his coat, he ftiiicd. A few strokes carried him to the whirling boat. And now he realized that lie had known all along that the girl in it was Ida, miraculously saved out of tiie great company of those who hnd died. His heart bent a penn of Joy ; at the sight of her his love uwuk-eneund he kuew tlmt this was no transient passion, but an enduring one. But just as he reached the bunt he saw the sailor at the onr stagger blindly towurd the edge. It seemed ns if he were being dragged overboard ugnlnst his will! lie whirled his arms and plunged into the deep with a hoarse cry that rang out far above the waters. ment. The cruiser hardly staggered from the blow. The torpedo had struck glancing, and missed the full force of its delivery. The wound was In itself too small to sink or even badly cripple the great ship; a triumph of shipbuilding, und calculated to withstand just such an impact. Unfortunately for her, the maximum of the shock wus received beneath the powder room, adjacent to the ammunition clumber, whose doors were open at that moment for the removal Bhells by the ammuniof the 12-in- tion hoist The shock was followed by an infinite suspense. Perhaps it lusted for two seconds. The cruiser drove through the waves like some sea monster that had received a deadly thrust unscathed. Then, with a detonation that was heard from Sumburgh to Sutherland, h she went in tumbling ruin. Donald, within the conning tower, saw a blur frost the mirror of the peri- talked. Ooog-n-ru- Paget, attempting to rescue his sweetheart, encounters a horde of noisome creatures and finds himself in desperate plight. (TU BH CONT1NUKU) PRISONERS WENT ON ' STRIKE j Refused to Go Back to Jail Until One of Their Number Was Fired" by Workhouse Superintendent. Perhaps the queerest strike on record was tlmt of workhouse prisoners in Delaware county, Indiana, recently, when they refused to return to Jail unless one of their number received his freedom. And it was not that they descope. Auother second passed. Then the sired him to be fret, either, but beF55 went reeling under the terrific cause they wished to be freed of his force of the explosion. She spun presence. I had my gang of prisoners way out round under the waves and thrilled as by Yorktown, working on n country if she herself faced disruption. said cleared her diving road tlmt needed repairing, The tanks. She rose, nose upward, scent- James Cule, workhouse superintendent, to the Indianapolis News, ing the air; her stem followed, and ncenrding when I noticed, about time to load she lay awash in the wuter once more. them Into the automobile and bring The hatches were removed. Not a vestige of the cruiser was to them back, tlmt the prisoners were be seen. She lud sunk In less than hanging hack and talking among themselves. Finally one of them cume to three minutes. me with the story and his demnnds. But hard by, not of The hoys here won't go hook to a mile to port, a pillar of smoke, lit with you unless you fire Dnnny, jail up by flame, curled out of the Beotias snld the spokesman.-Thewont there, hatches. Deeming her the submarine's ride back in the mnclilne with him because he has vermin In his hair and on his body. You either let ldin go or no more jail for us. We've agreed to mnke a run for it If you dont, and you cant catch all of us. Of course, I hnd no right to allow the man his freedom, Cole continued, but the fellow jumped up and ran away just then and I'm hound to admit we didn't try very hard to catch him. Anyway, tlmt broke the strike. sky-ldg- an- goog-a-rui- swered Grandfather. Art you going to tell an old fellow about it or are you going to wait until the spring? It's not a good thing to stay awake too long, and I've been ready for bed for some days.' Wliut do you mean by being ready for bed, and yet still staying up? asked Grandpa. Tm sleepy enough, said Grandfather, hut I have a number of things to attend to first. And I want to see that the children are ail rolled up in their nice, warm snug beds of mud.' There, there! squeaked Grandpa wildly. Tlmt Is wlmt I have to tell you. So you've decided not to wait until the spring to tell me, ohY asked Grandfather as he swallowed a bug. lie blinked his eyes and they lookYou aren't going to ed very watery. cry, nro you?' asked Grandpa Toad. Oil, no, said Grnndfnllier, croaking a little. T was just let ling a tear or two to ooze out for Joy, wouder- - bilge-pum- thrre-qunrtc- y Days to Come. As vacation time brings one out to some quiet countryside of the United Stutes there comes a painful sense of the contrast between wlmt we see here and the scenes of desolntion pictured In nil our magnzini-s- . The vineyards about Lake Erie are full of Septembers promise, hut those of Champagne are crlsserosRcd by innumerable trench systems and tormented by ceaseless shell fire. The orchards of California and Virginia arc ripening their burden in drowsy pence, but wlint of those fought through by armies of cznr and kaiser? You ran hoar r woodpecker half a mile away in the pines of Cheyenne canyon, but theres a different There Was a Woman Aboard and a story to tell of the blasted and bloodMan Pulling Wildly at One Oar. stained woods of Ardennes. And yet s this fever of war will pass. The guns riddecoy, the cruiser's gunners had will have hnd their day, however long dled her with shells from the two and terrible, and in the end nature and guns at the bow. She seemed to stagger through the the patient folk who serve her will smoke that wreathed her. She was come to their own again. Collier's. 12-in- dying by fire and water, too, and the twin elements, in their eternal conflict, recked nothing of her human freight. And Ida was there Ida, doomed to perish, if she were not already dead, unless help speedily came I Donald took the helm. The F55 rjished through the waves in the direction of the Claude liner, which listed hard to starboard. Two boats had already been launched, and bobbed ridiculously beside her; others remained high up in the air, impotent, because the list prevented their being lowered, and dashed themselves to pieces against the hull as they swung from the shattered davits. As the F55 drew near the oceRn seemed to open. Silently, softly, the convexity of the hull slipped down and was lost to view as the suns edge goes into the horizon. A swirl and eddy in the sea, and nothing remained except the two boats and some tiny, doll-lik- e figures that bobbed in the What One Knot Faster Would Mean. "For every soldier that we Innd in Frnnce, says the Scientific American, 25 tons of shipping must plow hnck and forth nt n steady ten knots to supply ids needs alone. For 25.000 men this menns 100 ships a number tlmt we would he hard pressed to find. And this means curtailment of the vital supplies to our allies. Now, could the average speed of this fleet he raised to 11 knots and could the time in port be reduced 10 per cent, we could relense for other service some GO.OOO tons of shipping. In other words, we could crente immediately that amount of extra tonnage and add it to our merchant marine, not in 1018 but today. And today may be the day, the real Day, the duy the bnlnnce will spring. Triumph of Justice. When we attack only injustice, sooner or later we must triumph. In order to Insure triumph, then, wish nothing but what is just. Respect the rights even of those who have trampled your rights under foot Let the safety of liberty, the property of all, without exception be sacred in your eyes, for duty expends equally to all. Lamea-nals- . water. A gasp of horror went up from the throats of the seamen, clustered upon the deck of the F55, as the swirl sucked down the boat that was the nearer to the maelstrom of the wreck. It sucked down with all its living freight, and spewed it forth into the air again, end on empty. The engines stopped. The submaNaturally. rine glided In. The single boat Motorists never have a good word seemed emfrty. Nol There was a to say for pedestrians. woman aboard, and a man pulling Of course not. It is the nature of wildly upon one oar. things for them to he continually runDonald took in the situation instant ning pedestrians down." You Arent Going to Cry, Are You?" ful Joy. Its so glorious a thing to know that soon, soon we'll be asleep in our beds of mud.' There, there, squeaked Grandpa again. Whenever I say anything ubont mud, said Grandfather Frog, you become very much excited. " Of course I do. I can explain that quite easily. It reminds me of lhc fine saying I want to tell you.' Hurry and tell mo, said Grandfather Frog, ns lie yawned. llis month opened wide and this time ho swallowed two bugs. What joy It i to he a frnir. To it In the unililiu- mi a log. And In lhr wlnor tn slo p ami alrep. To atny uwaku would maki: me wi cp.1 GrauiTratlier Frog sung this song In his croaking voice, and Grandpa Toad grunted as ho said, Wlmt a tine voice you hare. It grows better all the time. Tin glad you like my voice, gmg-ii-rusaid Grandfather. Youve got fnr more voice than I have, said Grandpa sadly. Tlmt was ure quite true, but of course tin-rmany creatures who do not think n voice Is beautiful unless it has really lovely sounds und tunes and notes. I didnt sing anything about Mud.' said Grandfather, for two reasons. In the first place, there are so few words to rhyme with mud. and iu the second It would have made you jump und spoiled the song. Grandpa Toad jumped and hopiicd a little. I must toll you right away, he snld. In the first place. he went on. I heard two hoys talking today. One was urging the other to do something, and he was saying. Oh, conic along. I lookDon't 1)0 a stick in the mud. ed and I saw that the creature was not n stick, but u boy, ns I had thought - grog-u-rui- e at first Anil he was not in the mud at There was no mud uround. Gracious, I thought, it's n very sad case, because, I felt sure by this time tlmt the boy who called the oilier a stick In the mud was trying to urge him to stay awake, and not take n sleep. Just why he called him a stick I could not understand. I felt very sorry for the sleepy hoy. But to my great surprise I found out from their talking that they thought nothing at all of sleeping. The boy called the other a stick in the mud because he wouldnt do anything, wouldnt play or walk or have any fun. And he called him a stick In the mud because of course a stick In the mud wouldnt move, but would stay stuck!' But the frog and the toad hnd thought about mud for enough time now to get Into their beds of it for the long winter months." all. |