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Then the federal migratory bird law between the United States and Great Britain was referred to, and It was found that shooting birds from airplanes is unlawful. It Has Happened Before. As his relatives and friends are aware, George Wharton Pepper is a nonsmoker. Not long ago Mr. Pepper was about to entertain some distinguished guests whom he delighted to honor. His first move in the direction of their entertainment was to procure and send to the house some particularly choice Havana cigars, which "set him back" to the tune of 50 cents each. But It seems the cigars arrived before It was made known at home that the guests were expected. Samoans Liked Ice Cream Sodas. That evening Mrs. Pepper said to A member of the United States medher husband: "Some cigars came for yon todny evidently a gift from some ical corps, recently returned to Ellin-woos Kas., reports that Ice cream one. 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BirOh, she's all right." lly) mingham If the toothache doesn't worry a man It's because some other fellow Slam at tne Gentle Sex. has It. beautiful "If dar was any sho'-'numermaids," said Uncle Eben, "a lot o' A pertinent query is a kick In dis human ladles would git Jealous an' drown delrse'fs tryln' to Imitate 'em." guise. d, so-dn- Age-IIeral- a notorious, knocker TRY lit of It contains the .vital mineral elements and all the nutriment of is ill-heal- th! wheat ancLbarleyi worth while. The heroine is American and lovable. The pirate vidian is able, mysterious and aggressive and when the hero evens up the score you're glad of it. And the story is well written. The word pictures are graphic. You can get thrills in every installment. You'll be eager to get hold of it and you'll wish there was more. CHAPTER I. 1 The Last Round. sea! Stillness absolute stillness, save for the groan and creak of the yards and booms, as the bark rolled lifelessly on the long, shimmering swells. Not a breath of air; only a stifling heat that beat upon the decks until the pitch in the seams bubbled. Only a waste of water that reflected the merciless tropic glare of the sun and hurt the eyes cruelly. Under an awning in the stern a man in cotton shirt and trousers, who was huddled in a chair by the cabin skylight, lifted his head and mumbled through cracked lips. "Twenty grains of calomel, twenty-fou- r quinine magnesia, peppermint-wate- r gone." His hands fumbled with the drugs from the ship's medicine chest that strewed the skylight, and guessing at the quantities, carried portions to his mouth. He swallowed with difficulty, and relapsed into a huddled position. After a little he raised his head once more, and began to count upon his fingers. One, two, three, four, five was it five or eight days, or ten, or a month that the calm had lasted? He did not know. He had lost all track of time. But it worried him, and to his sick brain assumed very vital proThe ship's log would tell portions. An oily only waiting for the fever to run its course. That would v?ke maybe a few hours more. A voice within him seemed to keep whispering: "Rounds! You've got to make rounds, make rounds." For two days or nights, or whenever it was since Johnson had first taken sick, he had made rounds unceasingly with the medicines; that was why the medicines were on the skylight, so that he wouldn't have to go below. But making rounds was over now ; there was no one to make rounds for there was only himself. "Rounds ! Make rounds ; it's time to make rounds !" the voice insisted. He roused himself. Yes, that was so. Last tune he had gone along the deck Ting Wah was still alive. The man would be dead now probably, and the medicines weren't any good, anyway; it was air, God's air, that was wanted. "Rounds ! Make rounds !" He staggered up from his chair, col lected some drugs and, reeling to the ship's side where the rail would help support him, made his way painfully forward to where another awning was stretched over the He kept his eyes in front of him; there were shapes about the deck covered with anything that had first come to hand shapes that should not have been there only at the last Johnson and he had been too weak to do anything but throw coverings over them. He didn't want to look at the shapes. There was one form, only one, that was uncovered, and he knelt beside it. Ting Wah was still alive. "Medicine," said Wallen hoarsely. The Chinaman pushed it away. "No can take," he answered weakly. "Me finish." "Wallen steadied himself with an effort, and looked at the other closely. It was near the end ; but still, as un der certain conditions it sometimes did, the disease had left the man's intelligence unimpaired. "Look here, old chap," said Wallen cheerfully through his own cracked lips. "You never know. Buck up. Take the medicine." He stooped to lift the other's head gently, and nearly fell himself in doing it. A sudden gleam of gratitude came into the Chinaman's eyes. "You glood man," he whispered. "You all some glood man. But no can take all same finish now." He pushed fore-dec- him. He reached for it and began to scan the entries. It was strange that trying to read brought red flashes and pain to his eyes. The words came only to him in snatches. "October 10. Still becalmed. In tense heat. Native boatswain took . sick this morning. "October . Burled boatswain last night Four more of crew down. We've got yellow fever aboard. God help us if we don't get a breeze !" His eyes went on down the page In a haphazard, irresponsible way, skip ping entries here and there uncon Making Rounds Was Over Now. the medicine away again; and then at Wallen's sleeve, evidently trying to get the mate's head down closer to his lips. The man was going fast. Wallen tried to force a kindly smile. "What Is it?" he asked. "Listen!" said Ting Wah. "Mebbe scionsly. "Still becalmed. God have mercy you die too. Mebbe no. All same me on us t Native crew all down. China' tell you glood man last night bllng man named Won Su, after making a medicine all night you glood man me me tell" murderous attack In his delirium on His voice trailed off wenkly. Wallen, the first mate, jumped over "Yes?" prompted Wallen kindly. board." The man tried to speak, tried again, Yes, he remembered that. He was Wallen Stacey Wallen the first mate but without avail. Wallen's own head was reeling, preof the bark Upolo. It had been a horrible sight. monitory of coming nausea. "It's all right. Ting Wah, It's all The poor devil hod rushed at him screaming and he shuddered a little right," he said soothingly. "Better not he did not want to think of that. try to talk." But now Ting Wah, with a desperate What was this entry here? "The hent is horrible. Survivors too effort, raised himself to his elbow. "Yes, me talk !" he gasped out. "But weak to bury the dead. Captain must talk quick. Me here. Won Su Mitchell died at 2:10 a. m." That was the last entry. There here, four irore all same Chinamen wasn't any date on It. He couldn't re- come on bloard and make crew on ship member whether It had been yester here for all same knifee you." There wns contortion in the man's day or the day before. Well, what did It matter; and, anyway, It was time face, a pitiful struggle to fight back the weakness and exhaustion that wns to make rounds. upon him. Wallen stared at him in u Rounds t What rounds were there to make? dazed way. "Kill me. Ting Wah I" he cried out. Everybody was dead. Johnson, the sec ond mate, had died that morning, "What for? You you don't know though he hadn't made the entry of whnt you're saying, do you? You Johnson's death In the log ; what was don't mean that!" The Chinaman's the good? There wasn't any more use elbow was slipping gradually nway for a log. Everybody was dead ex from beneath lilin, his eyes were cept himself the other two white men closed. The medicine spilled from and the crew, who were all natives. Wallen's hands onto the deck, and he And now he was down, too; he was caught at the other, propping him up. plucked "Ting Wnh ! Ting Wnh !" he crie again, shaking the man to rouse him. "What do you mean? Ting Wah, don't What did you mean to you hear me kill me for?" There was no answer. The man was no, not yet ! Ting Wah's lips were moving. Wallen bent his head still closer to catch the words. "Dllnk-Hous- e Sam Singapore him know." was was over now. That all. It Wallen straightened up unsteadily, and lurched to the rail where he could cling on to something. Six Chinamen had shipped as part of the crew so that they could kill him. Why? He laughed in a sick fashion. What did it matter? They were all dead, those six and every one else and in a few hours he would be dead too. He laughed again, a little hysSam of This Drink-Hous- e terically. Singapore, whoever he was, ought to be satisfied with that ! He clawed his way back to the and dropped into his chaii again. His brain seemed to go numh for a time, to be indifferent to everything and then suddenly to become strangely active. Six Chinamen had shipped as members of the crew so that they could kill him. It wasn't a pleasant thought, even if the whole six were dead now, and that he himself would be dead, too, before long. Oh, yes, he believed it now, right enough why shouldn't he? What about that murderous attack Won Su had made upon him, and that he had was delirium ! But that thought wasn't nil, he had reason beside that to believe Ting Wah's story; reason enough, God knew ! now that he came to think of the things that were crowding into his mind. Out of the shimmering heat waves that rose along the deck and seemed to hover so weirdly over those covered shapes that ought not to have been there, another scene gradually took form, at first indistinctly, vaguely, then In sharp outline, startling, distinct. It was a stone house, a gray stone house, all by itself, without neigh bors, isolated, a silent place. Yes, he remembered it ! It seemed to bring a chill upon him now the cold, dreary, lifeless house had done its best to crush even a laugh out of his boyhood with its eternal, silent brooding mystery. That was why he had run away ten years ago, when he was fourteen. All his earlier recollections were of that place. His mother wasn't there, he had never seen his mother. There were just his father, and that tall, swarthy Eastern servant, who frightened his boy's heart just those two and himself. He never saw anyone else. No one ever came to the house. No one was ever admitted. Gunga, the servant, fetched the supplied from the nearby village. His own education was superintended by his father. But there had never been any intimacy between his father and himself. He had never questioned his father but once after that he had never dared to do so. He remembered the deadly whiteness that had come over the morose, taciturn face, the grip of Iron upon his shoulder, the hoarse passion In his father's voice. "Never speak to me again of that," his father had said. "When you are older, when the time comes, you shall know." Wallen rocked unsteadily in his chair. What a frightful stench the ship possessedor was it only his What was It he had Imagination ! been thinking of? Oh, yes, the six Chinamen who had come to kill him. and the gray house where there were so many bars and locks, and where every night his father and Gunga 1 GEORGE M'GUIRE Died Nov. 1, 1913 LABOR'S OWN DAY First Monday in September Is Legal Holiday in Almost Every State Now. American Federation of held an annual convention at (joiuniDiis, u.. ueceniuer a S6. At this session the officers re ported the following: 'At the fourth session of the federa!ion a resolution was adopted making the first Monday in September of each year labor's national holiday and recommending its observance by generally throughout the country. This met with response that exceeded the most sanguine expectations. In our great manufacturing and distributing centers thousands of marched in procession workingmen and participated in the festivities of the picnic grounds, where the most skilled mechanics and workers in pro fessions and laborers united in a common celebration, exchanging friendly fraternal greetings while they listener to the champions of labor discussing the economic and political questions of the day. The good effects of this are so well understood that we recommend Its more general observance still until it shall be as uncommon for a man to on that day os on Independence THE wage-worke- rs ty." Nearly all of the states in the Union w have statutes making the first uionday in September a legal holiday, thus observing Labor day. In order that there be no misunderstanding with reference to the action of congress In enacting legislation upon this subject it is well to state that the law passed by congress June 28, 1S94, described above, as making Labor day a national holiday only provided that Labor day should be observed in the District of Columbia, as well as the then territories. Labor day was established In the various states and in the order and on the dates named below : 1887, February 21, Oregon; 1887, March 15, Colorado; 1887, April 8, New Jersey; 18S7, May 6, New York; 1887, May 11, Massachusetts; 1889, March 120, Connecticut; 1889, March 29, Nebraska; 1880, April 25, Pennsylvania ; 1890, April 28, Ohio; 1891, February 19, Maine; 1891, February 24, Washington ; 1891, March 4, Montana; 1S91, March 4, Kansas; 1891, March 9, Indiana ; 1891, March 11, Tennessee; 1891, March 31, New Hampshire; 1891, June 17. Illinois; 1891, October 16, Georgia ; 1S91, December 22, South Carolina ; 1892, Februury 5, Virginia; 1892. February 23, Utah; 1892, July 7. Louisiana ; 1892, December 12, Alabama; 1893, February 11, Texas; 1893, February 14. Delaware; 1893, March 23, California; 1893. April 18. turned the keys and the chains rat Minnesota ; 1893, April 19, Wisconsin ; tled on the doors as they fastened J802, April 29, Florida; 1893, May 20, Rhode Island ; 1804, June 28. District them. and territories; 1895, He raised his hand and passed it of Columbia across his eyes in a startled way. now April 0, Missouri. vividly it came back to him, that night as though it were Just happening YOUTHFUL LABOR BOOSTER now, ns though he were In the very act of living it again! A crash In the dead of night through that silent house, and he had sat up, trembling. In bed. Then n cry, the report of a pistol shot, and the echoes of the shot rumbled and reverberated through the house, striking terror into his young heart. And he was crawling out of his bed, and out Into the hall and down the stairs In his nightshirt. down he stopped In And half-wa- y horror. Below, In the hallway, stood the giant form of his father holding a candle, and on the floor lay stretched a huddled form, and Gunga, with a revolver, wns bending over the Thing that did not move. Then came his father's voice. In a strange, queer note of tense eagerness. "Look Hgnin, Gunga. Has he one finger on the left hand?" Stacey Wallen writes in the log: "Died today, S. Wallen, first mate." (TO BB CONTINUED.) j |