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JTi a minute black might be no more than an Id rtone A they hurried U incredibly In stature, jf Anolga, rising from ? his I lift both arms In supplies-p supplies-p gods of the winds, ij was no hope of seizing him He stood on the very s aa immense granite crag loiry brow overhung the f seemed best to advance f until they could speak to r quiet tones, then somehow t bis attention from his y rite until they could isrer and take his hand. not asleep I am not dead I tlive," they heard him liken there followed an f invocation Eric could not ie; no doubt an entreaty to ods of the wind and sea, fits that made the birds fly salmon run, to take this I failing life of his in the I the new-given life denied Ida;. o intruders had now crept fcase of the rock on which Jtriarch stood. "Anulga," lied quietly. , Ranting stopped In the mid-i mid-i note. He grunted an In- i I thanked his stars for his feat words and Idioms. "Stay :yw are, We would make f (reply was an excited out- the top of the thin , voice, pas a kind of tragic dignity peeping gestures and erect ead; the moonlight showed f sockets like black fissures Spawn face, ., I oo op slowly," Eric mut-h mut-h Nan. "It's our only hope jaybe I can keep him talking let oar hands on him." lAnulga's spirit was already S to meet his gods. Stronger sttiaa Eric's seemed to clasp As the two palefaces low the rim, he backed to-6e to-6e roll it f heart was suffocating, so pt to the ledge, but Eric j for the crest She saw him P awn neck as he wrenched wrtm, Ms hand snatching for ? parka, 2 too late. Kou-yudam P the old man walled, in-f in-f heathen gods. "Achidan If with a trium- ishout that .h -J Itte crags, he sprang titer .. . nebuious Peering over the brink; 1 went black before Nan's t him to at- resm d..i . . tto-.M.v ' woul(1 only Iseh, :' ne nmrmured. , "hep up beside rZSr they tthtfoT. tte waves !Wh? Watcned tte k W the moon across -t ; ey were ,nflnitfr to mine I tout? " bst 'IsT" "nd ! old i"w'tirAr,"caTei As I Wd .n7"gon's h!"l tfo .v.. " L'do10 ""lerstand Per,J . AfooPt - no love t .n, for h N. .1' hand u. i lsh. 1 w down to the stern destiny that exacted an old man's life In payment for a moment's mo-ment's exultation of his soul Now he bent his head again to his own hard-bargaining fate as it moved through Nan. He would no longer haggle over the price. He would risk all, give all, for one deep breath of mountain air, one rocket-rush rocket-rush to the stars. 'Tve tried to deny it until now," he said gravely. MI was afraid 1 could never win you, so 1 didn't dare love you. I knew how it would be with me you did too. If It once took hold of me, It would never let me go. It would follow me always." Nan smiled dimly. This was so. Steadfastness, loyalty, unfaltering idealism were the watch-cries of this strong man's life. To one woman only could he surrender, and to her he must give every thing. "Now I've got to love you, whether wheth-er I win you or not," he went on. "You've made me, with your beauty beau-ty and your bravery and Just you." Nan's hand clutched his. "Are you sure, Eric?" He smiled dimly. "Do you think I could be mistaken nowf "I want to hear you say It, In plain words. Maybe then I'll know my own heart." Ee drew both her hands against his breast "I love you. Nan," he told her quietly. "I will always love you." She looked long Into his eyes. At last she shook her head, baffled. "It hasn't come to me. It's all so strange this place the moon the old -man's body rolling In the water you and I standing here, mud to our knees our hands grimy wear ing parkas of seal-hide. . . . It's glorious and terrible and impossible, impossi-ble, all at once. It can't last. Tve got to go back I" 'You mean go back again to your own world?" ""It's certain In the end. This It all Just a dream that we'll wake up from sometime, on t&e deck of another an-other yacht or an ocean liner. Then well have to part You wouldn't share my life, would you? I wouldn't want you to, I'd feel that I was keeping a polar bear in a fountain. You've got to stay In your element the sea the snow." "Yes, but you could share my life. You could "Come with me." She shook her head doubtfully. "I'm afraid I couldn't I don't think I've got it In me, the fighting heart I don't think I have the will power to take a rough road. Just for the sake of the thrill, when there's a smooth one open. I'm a great hand for synthetic thrills." Her tone grew bitter. "The real thing scares me out" "Is this the real thing r His arm stole- about her shoulders, pressed her close, and his Hps mastered mas-tered hers. The sea seemed to rise over the crags and sweep her gently away, but it was warm as blood, and the swing of Its wave was ecstasy. Her arms began to steal about him, her lips clung, then, with a spasm in her breast she wrenched free. "It was too real," she told him, gasping. "And I'm more afraid than ever." "You must never be afraid of life, sweetheart Or of love." She mused a lone time, then shnnk her head. "I won't be afraid of love when It comes," she said staunchly. '"But It hasn't come to me yet and I don't think it ever will come, on this island. "Were you near it Just nowr "It all came from your hpnrt nnt mine. Perhaps I'm too fond of Roy. ana jmic I'm afraid 1 11 never know Tor certain until we're back In civilization." "It's now or never for n" Ri drew a deep breath, and his voice resounded I ke a low iron rrmn, the crags. "Well, m keep on trying." Her eyes lighted, her Hps curled dimly. "After all I've saldr "What you've said only makes me cpread little more canvas." He caught both ber hands In a strong grip. "Nan, do you think I'm going to take down the flag and run back to port? I'm sailing on! I'm going 'round the horn I I'll not stop till I'm sunkl And by O d, if the breeze holds, I'm going to win through!" CHAPTER VIII IT WAS September and still summer sum-mer on Forlorn Island. The fur seals had finished their rut and hauled back to the deep; the hunt ers speared an occasional straggler as the herd wheeled southward. The sea-birds circled endlessly over the cliffs, uttering troubled cries. Roy's deep mind conceived how to make practical use of their swift wings. By careful work with the traps and nets, some twenty birds of different species were taken alive, unhurt For each Eric provided a water-tight tube of quill, to be bound to the flyer's leg. And now, at last Horton'a checkbook and fountain pen might come into their own. . The ink in the pen had dried, but by adding water, he achieved a pale, legible script On the backs of twenty twen-ty checks, he wrote finely: "Survivors of the Intrepid are marooned ma-rooned In Davy Jones shoals north of Ignak Island. There la a pass In from the North. Notify authorities. "Felix Horton." A nervous light flowed Into the millionaire's dazed eyes. "I'm go- M 'Hi; "I Am Not Asleep I Am Not Dead I Am Alive," Ing to write something on the face of the checks, too," he said. His daughter smiled kindly. "You'd better save your ink." "We'll eke it out with berry Juice. I'm going to fill In every one for a hundred dollars, payable to the bearer." His voice lost its dull sound and regained some of its old power. "At least the man who finds it won't throw It away, and when he takes it to a bank, and it's paid, as it will be paid, it'll attract attention." atten-tion." It seemed a fantastic idea here on this lost reef so far from the marts yet when they looked deeper, deep-er, they found It shrewd and sound. Horton prepared, the checks and carefully tore them out, one by one. His face glowed. It was the happiest hap-piest hour of his exile, and as Nan watched him she did not know why her tear ducts smarted and burned. He was like a child playing with toys. , Finally he had only three checks left He counted and fingered them, then returned the book to his pocket He could not part with these. They were the symbol of his lost eminence. emi-nence. "I may need these, to buy our way out of here," he said, huskily. husk-ily. His friends nodded, but made no comment Each message was sealed In Its tube, tied with whalebone flshllne to the carrier's leg, and the bird freed. From now on, the venture lay with the gods. Of the twenty messengers, some would never live to reach the mainland. But the chance remained that at least one of the missives would go home "At best we can't expect to hear from it till next spring," Roy said. "Even If one of the messages could be found next month, there' d be long delays before our friends could be convinced that It wasn't a hoax, and a rescue expedition organized. There'd be handwriting experts, legal difficulties, and then the long search for the pass." "So we may as well resign ourselves our-selves to a winter on Forlorn Island." Is-land." Nan said quietly. THE STORY FROM THE BEGINNING Whk U yacht, th Intrepid, abandoned by Its crew, FtUx Hortoa. Biitlionalra. aaOinf nother. hi daufhtar Nan, and Rot Stuart, puts bit Squaw Harbor, Alaika. to J"uH. Filin fa eeura sailors, Hortoa casaraa a bunch of ammfcau i)U. A riantic Pe, Saadomar. is their leader. At the request of Captaia Warmire, the Intrepid"s kipper, aa old friead. Erie Ericsaen, balding Boaster's paper, hot uneiaployed. enfBfea nsail as chief officer. Nam. attracted by Erie, Indulges fa a BaoonBfht flirtation, which brines them both to the threshold of Ion for each other. The Intrepid is wrecked. Eric ues command of a small boat, with Hortoa'a party. Unable to help, they watch Saado-ar Saado-ar kill Captaia Waymh-o and Intra the ship with his crowd. Warm ire has throwa Eric revolver. From one of the Aleut Indiana, ashore, who speaks a attle Enflisa, Eric kens there Is as coaummieatioa with the outside world. Fa-eheart. priestess of the nd, rtnrmJtJ (ram a white maa kt the remote past, also knowing some English, acemea the castaways. Sandomar declares there shaO be sa law aa the kUstd. b Eric, baring the only gun. cows him for the time, declaring he is the bw, and lays out work for alL Eric's fare for Nan. first feh aa the Intrepid, swells, and be teds ber ho Mans ta win her for bis snata. She b not unwilling. Fareheart claims Eric as her own, to bb dismay. Defemnnc himself from Sandomar and bis crony "Garae." Eric's revolver spparently misfires, but bb assailants flea. Erie Gads the revolver is rim-fire, whifa five si its nix cartridges are center-are. He has ana cartridge with which ta protect bb party rom Sandomar and bb brutes. "Swede," one of the gang, nukes aa attempt sa bb Kfa. aaes bb ane cartridge. biOing -Swede. but la left defenseless, though for the toe "aster of the situation. Fn-ebeart cbkns fab leva, maldng threats. Her threats culennats aa attenmt aa Naa's Kfa. Eric saves bar. but Fa-eheart refuasa proffered fargireneas and friendship There's no help for that now" Eric told her. The girl's look grew dreamy is she glanced from Eric to Roy, aod back again. Beyond the northern horizon there were wars and rumors of wars, but Forlorn Island could expect ex-pect peace nntll the end of September, Septem-ber, The smoke from the cooking fire made a straight, round pillar to the blue. Even the seablrds darted dart-ed and screamed no more, but flew In slow circles, like vultures, high over the cliffs. "I don't like It, and I don't know why," Eric told her, as they stood on the silent beach. "The Old North hasn't quit us, you can bet on that and I believe she has something up her sleeve." Nan pointed to the billowing edge of a green cloud Just emerging above the northern sky line. "Is that the sign?" Almost before Eric could turn his head, the cloud was noticeably larger. It seemed to grow and swell with magic swiftness. There was not yet a breath of air, yet the dark sea was wrinkled all over like an old Aleut's face. The air began to crackle. "The boorga," Eric told her. He did not know why he used the mystical native word implying not merely a wind approaching hur ricane force, but an evil god riding Us wings. .A second later the gale struck. As though on their own volition, the waves leaped to meet it Instantly all Nan's and Eric's world passed away in a roaring chaos of blown sand, spindrift, find foam. Eric took Nan's hand, and bending bend-ing low, plowed through the wall of wind to the village row. By a common impulse, the whole populace popu-lace of the isle began to assemble before the kashga. Eric found Chechaquo, and spoke In his ear, "AH heref Chechaquo glanced from face to face. "Think so. No can telL" "No men out fishing?" . "Men here. Squaws here, too. No can count children." "Tell families to get; together, take count" Chechaquo moved from man to man, shouting Eric's order, but they only stared in dull terror. Yet the command sunk In at last ; the squaws began to mill through the crowd, yelling, gesticulating, ' and collecting their own. Eric's fears had began to pass when an Inert figure at the outskirts out-skirts suddenly came to life with a guttural, agonized cry. It was a squaw named Chugallm (Good Fur) mother of a considerable brood. Eric sped toward her, but at first she was incoherent with terror. He could catcb only one word Chlkak. This was the name of Chugalim's ten-year-old daughter, Chechaquo listened to the woman's wom-an's cries with a look of doom. "Chikak she gone," he Interpreted dully. "Where?" Eric demanded, almost shaking the man. "Know little Islet off West cape?" Eric knew it well It was little more than a big sand spit partly grown to sedge. "Good G d, man I Not there l" "She take little kayak, paddle out In bay, around cape, dig clams In sand. No come back." This was just the kind of accident acci-dent Eric had feared. The Aleut children were always playing In the little one-hatch canoes, on calm days exploring the rocks and sand-Islets, sand-Islets, on both sides of the harbor. He turned and raised his arm in a sweeping gesture, and with the whole populace at his heels, sped down the high narrow headland. In a moment he stood where the waves pounced roaring, and drew back, gazing with narrowed, strained eyes Into the storm. The low sandy ridge still stood well out of the waves. Occaslonal-lv Occaslonal-lv billows broke over it but they had already spent their power on ! the shelving sands, and only white 1 foam leaped across. On the highest high-est point stood a small, dark figure, fig-ure, bracing against the wind. It was Chlkak, her arms crossed before be-fore her face to shut out the sight of her approaching doom. There was a strange travail in Eric's breast Nan's eyes were on his face, and she saw It go white as the foam at his feet Yet It was not the pallor of terror; it seemed to be the clear radiance of some grim, almost terrible exultation. She had thought she knew him, after aft-er these long months; suddenly she realized that his sea-soul had depths she had never fathomed. And he had cheated her, too. He had not given her all his love and worship, wor-ship, but had held back a share for his pagan gods. His mother, the old Ocean, claimed him yet and he would cast off Nan's arms to answer his mother's call. He turned to Chechaquo and his voice cut through the wave-crash like a seal-spear hurled from the throwing stick. "Take all the hunters hunt-ers and sprint to the landing," he ordered. or-dered. "Get a two no, a three-hatch three-hatch kayak. Make them carry It on their shoulders straight across the headland. You carry the paddles, pad-dles, and crack their heads If they don't run!" Chechaquo rallied the banters; In a moment they had vanished In the murk. -What are yon going to do?" Boy demanded. -We're going after the child." (TO B CO NTrVUnD.) HEN'S SKELETON NO EGG-LAYING GUIDE tm Early Maturity and Molting Dates Important. Structure of the skeleton of the hen has nothing to do with her egg-laying egg-laying ability, and therefore should be disregarded when culling poor layers from the flock, according to recent experiments reported by R. E. Cray, extension specialist in the department of poultry husbandry husband-ry at the Ohio State university. The experiments were conducted by scientists on the staff of the United States Department of Agrl-sulture. Agrl-sulture. Measurements were made of the length, breadth and depth of the head, the skull, and the back; of length of the keel and of brain capacity, of several thousand hens. No relation was found to exist between skeletal measurements and egg-laying ability. Other characteristics proved Important Im-portant guides. The age that a pullet begins to lay had an Important Impor-tant effect on production. Six months was the best age for leghorns leg-horns and seven months for the heavy breeds. Early maturing birds laid most eggs, but those that laid too early produced many small eggs. In the yellow-fleshed breeds pigmentation pig-mentation of the shanks and beak was found significant By June the yellow color of the beak and shanks had faded If the hen was laying well . Birds that molted late, and quickly quick-ly recovered from their first molt laid most eggs. Birds that molted before September made poor records. rec-ords. So-called beeflness of the head was shown to be undesirable. The other important guide was the general health of the hen. Poultrymen Are Warned of Unsatisfactory Acid Hydrochloric acid Is worthless as a cure for range disease, coccldiosis, and tapeworm, according to El L. Burnett of the New York state college col-lege of veterinary medicine. Range disease, he explains, Is a paralysis which occurs among growing chickens chick-ens during the latter part of the range period. It Invariably affects the legs, sometimes the wings, and occasionally causes blindness. Autopsies Au-topsies have shown that a definite nervous disorder causes the paralysis. paraly-sis. Tapeworms, coccldiosis, and nutritional disturbances may be responsible re-sponsible to some extent, and when they occur, along with the nervous disorder, they seem to intensify it Range disease unaccompanied by parasitic and nutritional disturbances, disturb-ances, is not always serious and untreated flocks may recover without with-out serious loss. Cod liver oil of good quality, fed in sufficient quantities, prevents paralysis due to rickets in housed pullets. Summer sunshine seems sufficient for pullets on the range. Proper management of the flock controls parasitic and nutritional troubles; but since nervous disorder disor-der is not yet clearly understood, complete recommendation for its control cannot be given. POULTRY FACTS Eggs are about 65 per cent water. wa-ter. a The higher the blunt end of the egg rises out of water, the older the egg is. a a A hen laying 150 eggs a year Is worth three times as much as one laying 90 eggs. A very cheap but satisfactory laying house for pullets can be made from baled straw, either rye or flax. a s a Perhaps the two most Important necessities of poultry are pure, clean water and well-ventilated houses. a a About 11 per cent of the weight of an egg Is the shell as compared with about 32 per cent for the yolk and 57 per cent for the white, o s e Egg producers of Missouri have Instituted a campaign for the production pro-duction of higher quality eggs and for selling eggs on a graded basis, a o a It will be found that bens In their second year often accumulate fat about the egg organs, causing shell-less, shell-less, double-yolked and misshapen eggs. a a Copperas Is not a worm remedy for poultry. It Is sometimes fed to chickens but It has no value, excepting ex-cepting as It may be used in a mineral min-eral feed. a a a Of the 1.190 pullets entered in the two western New York laying tests. 880 were White Leghorns, 150 Rhode Island Reds, and 110 Barred Plymouth Rocks. a a a Size of eggs laid by well-grown hens Is entirely a matter of breeding breed-ing and cannot be controlled by so iinp!e a means as selecting large eggs for hatching. Closed Her Career in Glory Final Chapter in Ilistory of Proud Yankee Clipper One Which Seamen of All Nationalities Will Hail as a Fitting and Proper End. In these days when every item of the history of the old American square-riggers Is precious, it is a happy hap-py moment when somebody turns up who can add to the story. E. B. Debes of the Bethlehem Shipbuilding Ship-building corporation at Fore River is ono of these, with a history of his own almost as picturesque as that of the ship he knew, says the Boston Globe, He came from Krogero, a small town on the southeast coast of Norway. Nor-way. When be was a boy, the pride of the town was a smart old Yankee clipper ship. It helped to build up the thrill the boys got out of her to know that she was popularly called "The Little Hen," and her master, Captain Ingebrethscn, was known as the "Devil of the North Sea." These things are compliments among hardy people. The titles meant that the captain was a sail-carrier sail-carrier and a driver; the ship was no place for a soft man. But to ship In her meant that a man was proud of his hardness and feared nothing that a sail-carrier or a bucko mate could hand out Captain Ingebrethsen Is gone years ago, and his son Is now a shipmaster. Through this connection with his boyhood boy-hood home, Mr. Debes was able to write the final chapter In the story of the Nightingale. She was lost In a gale on the banks of Newfoundland Newfound-land in 1802, a fact apparently not known to Capt Arthur H. Clark, who wrote "The Clipper Ship Era." Mr. Debes shows that he is a true seaman and a true Norseman, for he says : "I take great pleasure In the fact that she went down In harness and without los of life, and that she did not share in the fate of many a proud Yankee clipper, of being reduced re-duced to a coal barge, wallowing along at the end of a tow line." The Nightingale's story Is romance from start to finish. She was built In Portsmouth, Intended to be a passenger pas-senger ship and to carry tourists to the world's fair at London In 1851. In her original plan she was all staterooms and saloons, and was luxuriously lux-uriously outfitted. She was 1,000 tons register, 178 feet long and 80 feet in beam, with a depth of 20 feet She carried for a figure-head a beautiful bust of Jenny Jen-ny Llnd, the "Swedish Nightingale," for whom she was named. When she was nearly completed, her owners fell short of money. Sam uel IJanscom, her builder, went right along with her, however, and completed com-pleted bis contract She was launched during the year 1851. ' She was finally sold to Sampson ft Tappan for $75,000, and put Into trade as one of the great fleet of racing clippers. In 1852 she was In the ocean race of seven American and British ships from China to England, Eng-land, the race that was never decided. Capt Samuel Mather had ber for the years that Sampson & Tappan owned her. She made a number of fast passages, though she does not hold the records. Sampson & Tappan sold ber to a Salem firm, which sent her to Rio. Tbere she was bought and put Into the African slave trade under the Brazilian flag. And on April 21, 1801. In the harbor of Kabenda, near the mouth of the Congo river, she was captured by the U. S, S. Saratoga, which found 1,000 slaves aboard of her. The slaves were liberated and the ship was brought to New York by a prize crew. In 1S0-I, the ship was sent to the Boston navy yard at Charlestown. Af that time her figurehead was a earring earr-ing meant to represent the heal and neck of an American eagle. It was removed from the ship and was mounted outside the door of the com mandant's office. After the Civil war she was sold to Norwegian owners and she Balled nn . der the flag of Norway for the rest of her life. Ocean Encroaching on "Tight Little Island" England is gradually sinking Into the sea, eccordlng to a recently-published government "Blue Paper." But keep your seats, please the rate of the subsidence Is estimated at nine Inches per hundred years? According to the report, Felixstowe on the east coast is suffering from "that sinking feeling." It has sunk nearly two inches in the past fifteen years. The Bank of England, In the heart of the metropolis, is over six Inches lower low-er than in 1895. St Paul's cathedral, on the other hand, has dropped only three Inches In the same period. That tbere is a definite movement of the land In relation to the movements move-ments of the tide has now been confirmed. con-firmed. A seismograph in the connty hall, Westminster, displayed a movement move-ment of the building corresponding with high and low tides. Observation on Waterloo bridge revealed that the weight of the water caused the structure struc-ture to sink at high tide and rise again at low tide. Railway and other tunnels which run beneath the Thames have been found to change their shape at high tide. The clr-eular clr-eular tunnels are slightly flattened, but return to their normal shape as the tide recedes, Montreal Herald. 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