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Show DIED TODAY, S. WALLEN." first Wallen, Synopsis Stacey mate of the bark Upolo, in the Java is of survivor the sole the sea, crew, all victims of yellow fever. Ting Wah, Chinese sailor, last man to die, tells Wallen he and five other Chinamen were sent aboard e notorious Sam, by character of Singapore, to kill him. This recalls to Wallen an Incident of his childhood which seems con- -, neeted with the confession. Drink-Hous- CHAPTER I o heavy for him, fell to his side, a ghastly whiteness spread over his face, he reeled, clutched at the skylight for support, and sapped prone upon the deck. It was the nausea upon him again. The virulence of the attack passed after a while, but for a' long time he lay where he had fallen, weak and exhausted. He waswhen he stood up again, and hung limply against the skylight. Medicine yes, that was what it meant that stuff there spilled all about. He put some into his mouth. His eyes fastened on the ships log open In front of him. What kind of a book was that? .What was it doing there? Had he been reading? He couldnt read when he was sick. It was very strange. No; he remembered now, he had been writing in it. Whenever any of 'the crew died he wrote it down in the book. And now the crew was all dead, and he would be dead, too, very soon; therefore he should also write his own name down while he could still write. He remembered it all perfectly now that was what the book was for. He lurched forward and picked up the foiintain pen from where it had rolled into a broken package of powdered quinine. He lurched again heavily as he leaned over the book. A nervous twitch of his hand gouged the into the page and left a blot. He shook his head In a gravely puzzled way. It was queer that the pen wouldnt write as It had written before; it seemed to travel all over the page, and he paused, his hand going to his eyes again it was strange that he couldnt think of his own name! . He was first mate, he knew that; but yes, his name came back to him novv. wrote on laboriously. He finished the entry, dropped the pen, and stared at what he had written, nodding his head. Died today, S. Wallen, first mate. He read the words aloud, and nodded his head again. It was true, quite true. When that damnable sun that was tormenting him through the awning was gone, that woufd be the end of today and he would be dead. His eyes strayed forward along the deck and widened with a dawning fear. What were those shapes there! He began to mumble to himself, and suddenly shrieked out aloud. It was a horror ship. He shrieked aloud, rushed to the rail, and In the delirium of his mind crouched low to hide himself from this dead throng that raved like demons for medicine, ran screaming forward to where the ships boat bumped monotonously in its rise and fall against the vesels hull. He hurled himself over the side, cast the boat loose, ancf snatching at the oars began to pull like a madman away from the ship. Tw'o hundred yards off he stood up and shook both fists and yelled tauntingly they could not reach him now. But why not? Suppose they should swim after him ! He flung himself to the seat again and plied the oars furiously. And then slowly the strokes lessened, and presently an car fell from his grasp, and after that, with a moan, he pitched forward into the bottom of the boat and all was blackness. - - Continued. .' And Gunga had shaken his head as he had answered. I have looked, sahib, and the hand (s whole. Spellbound he had stood there (fa the stairs, a lad of fourteen, and Gunga had lifted the' Thing in his arms and gone away with it ; and the .great figure of his father, dressed in pajamas, had stood motionless for a long time, then turning had faced the stairs and caught sight of him and suddenly had sent a wild, unnatural laugh ringing through tile house. You there, eh, . Stacey? he had laughed- - out, as though unmanned. Well, Ill tell you something now. Never go to the East. Remember that never go to the East. And then he had pulled himself together, and his face had set sternly as he had pointed up the stairs. "Go back to your bed! he had commanded sharply. Go back to your bed instantly ! , Yes, said Wallen aloud to himself. Thats what he said: Never go to the East never go to the East. But he had come to the East and six Chinamen had shipped aboard the Upolo to kill him. His father had been quite right in telling him not to go to the East. How was it that he had come there? He had run away from that gray house after that night, and he had never heard of his father since. That was in California. He had gone to Frisco, and gone to sea. He had been at sea ever since in all kinds of ships, and he had done pretty well. He had his masters certificate already. But that did not account for his being here in the Java sea, and for those six Chinamen. He had been fourth officer of the Tokamaru when they had touched at Shanghai a few weeks ago. She was a fine ship, the Tokamaru, the biggest passenger liner in the fleet only a fourth officers pay was very small. He had met Captain Mitchell of the Upolo ashore there, and Captain Mitchell had persuaded him to ship as first mate on the Upolo for double the pay he had been getting. The Upolo, of course,- - traded through the Java and Banda seas that was what his father had meant by the East touching at Shanghai as a port of call in a liner wasnt the same thing. How that sun burned through the awning! It seemed to stab and drill into his skull with little shafts of exquisite pain. He could get away from it, of course, by going below into the cabin, by putting the deck between him and that torturing ball of fire, but in the cabin one couldnt breathe. One couldnt live in the cabin Captain Mitchell was there and Captain Mitchell was dead. Had Captain Mitchell anything to do with those six Chinamen? Or anySam in thing to do with Drink-Hous- e Singapore? And where was It those six Chinamen had joined at Shanghai like himself? If he could remember that he would know whether Captain Mitchell had had a hand in the cursed game. Hadnt Johnson said something about new hands? But then native crews were everlastingly shifting about It was a long way from Singapore to Shanghai. Who was this Drink-Hous- e Sam? What was it Ting Wah had said? Dlink-Hous- e Sam him know. Him know, him know, him know the words began to run through his mind in a singsong, crazy fashion and then a passionate, merciless anger seized upon him, and the splendid six-fobulk of the man heaved up from the chair, and, clenched fist raised, he swayed upon his feet. They had got him! Not the way. they had thought to get him but they had got him. And he could not fight there was no one to fight he could only die like a trapped rat, while this Drink-Hous- e Sam laughed a thousand miles away! Him know, him know, him know the words coursed like fire through his brain. He shouted aloud, and the nails of his fingers in. his clenched fist bit Into the palm of his hand.' He could not choke the life, as his own went out, from this devil in Singapore that he had never seen he could only die. The uplifted arm, as though too ' . ot semi-delirio- Itll be that black devil in Slnga- pore! ejaculated the trader,' screw-ing up his wizened face and pulling viciously at his beard. "Youll no play the fool, Wallen. Its not fit you are to go. Listen to me, mon: Its a, matter o twenty miles across the island, as ye know well, and no conveyance, ye mind. And its no regular trader thats called, for none is due shell have put in for water or the like, and will be sailing again at daybreak. I can make it by daybreak, MacWallen state! quietly. Knight, For a .moment MacKnight stared at Wallen, then his hands dropped from Wallens shoulders. Well, go, and be damned to you, then! he said gruffly, deep down in his throat to hide his emotion and, turning, stepped abruptly outside. There were not many preparations to make very few. . Wallens worldly possessions were his only through the generosity of the trader. But MacKnight did not stop at that now, for, five minutes later, as Wallen started for the nights tramp across the island, a Malay guide, well loaded with supplies, started with 'him, while MacKnight cursed with earnest profanity as they wrung each others hand. ' At the edge of the clearing Wallen looked back. On the great bearded figure that leaned against the door frame of the solitary trading station Wallens eyes lingered. The man ' waved his hand and shouted Mon, Arru! mon And I I : yell Yell no forget MacKnight o no forget MacKnight, ! then suddenly a mist dimmed Wallens eyes. He tried to shout back and could only wave his- - own hand in return. And then the trees hid the trader from view. Forget MacKnight! The man who had nursed him back to life as a mother would nurse her child! Forget that solitary human outpost of civilization a man with an iron fist, a barbed-wir- e tongue and a heart as tender as a womans! No; he would not forget MacKnight! smiie to his lips. One He forced a m&de strange friendships in these far parts' of the world, and made them The under strange circumstances. pen-poi- CHAPTER II. On the Road to Pobi. expostulated the Scotch trader, but youre fair daft! Youre but out of the jaws of death, and Id no say youre all the way out at that. Bide a bit, therell be anither in a Mon, month or in two, anyhow. Wallen, standing in the center of storethe little galvanized-iron-roofe- d house, his eyes on the native who had entered a moment before, shook his head. Tve got to get away, MacKnight, he said earnestly. Theres no use talking about it. What kind of a ship does he say It Is? MacKnight flung out a question in the native tongue. He says it Is a big smoke-boatranslated the trader, which will be by way of saying its some measly steam coaster thats so small its no able to oecommodate its own cockroaches, dye mind! Mon, pay eo attention to it. Whats anither month or so and youll be strong then, and ah, mon, but I hate to have ye go ! Wallen, gaunt and thin from his illness, shook his head decisively again, though the others words had brought a quick responsive smile tc his lips. Six weeks ago a proa from the vil lage here had picked him up at sea. nnd brought him, as it were, to this mans door. He owed his iife to MacKnight. Its no use, MacKnight, he answered. Ive got to go. t, big-heart- plunged suddenly into this diverting congeries of human, national and racial amalgamation, is inclined sympathize with the probable enlightenment of Colonel Roosevelt, who is reported to have inquired of a sea captain concerning the population of a certain West Indian island, when the old sea dog replied: Well, there are some Spanish, a few French, some Portuguese, a few Dutchmen and a dozen other races the Lord didnt intend. The amazing wonder of ail (especially to a North American less familiar with European races, and holding decided views concerning color lines, etc.), is the manner in which this country is slowly, and apparently with harmony and democratic social and racial relations, evolving a distinct Brazilian type. The salient characteristics of what is becoming to be known as the true Brazilian character include the aristocratic culture and high intelligence of the old family Portuguese stock, at once Latin and Moorish by inheritance, the exaltation, daring and passion of a vigorous aborigines blood, softened by the affectionate, emotional strain of the African, especially in north Brazil .the whole shot through with typical modernity and enterprise that marriage and general contact with Crouched Low to Hide Himself. European races have afforded. With such elements, the national home life chances were a thousand to one that of Brazil is being compounded. he and MacKnight would never meet The Latin races are said to be lackagain but, for all that. It was a in homelike qualities, as compared ing friendship that would last. with English or Teutonic peoples. beacross miles Island the Twenty Moreover, lie Portuguese, who gave fore daybreak ! formative principles, were more Brazil Wallen fell to wondering what sort truly the copyists of Roman civilizaof a ship and, more pertinent still, tion than any other European stock, what sort of a skipper was on the ship and the Romans were famous for their that had put into Pobi. He had reslight attention to the home. Yet Porfused MacKnights offer of an advance tugal lias been ever a land of homes of money, and he hadnt a penny but and her new world Brazilian daughter he was satisfied that he would not be has inherited her instinct. It is a land refused passage in any case. He could placing great emphasis on family life. work his way. There is always danger, in wilting of A white man who knew his business a subject like Brazilian home life, for was worth his weight in gold on a ship the narrator to overgenerallze. Home any time in these parts. It was true and family life is, like the civilization he wasnt any too' fit yet; but he was generally diverse, and It is necessary to fit enough for that, fit enough a dull decline the stratum of life one Is talkflush came into his face, and his eyes ing about If an attempt is made to hardened fit enough to get to Singafind universal characteristics. There pore somehow ! is the home of the seringuero or rubber He had not forgotten that ghastly gatherer In the lonely fastness of the afternoon in the reek of the pest ship, Amazon wilderness, and the tepae of nor the Chinaman who had died in his the still savage Indian of the forest arms whispering of Drink-Hous- e Sam The fisher folk, a considerable jungle. of Singapore ! Forget ! He had thought clan scattered along the Brazilian of nothing else all these weeks, raved coast from the extreme north to the of it in his delirium, so MacKnight Argentine boundary, have a life dishad told him. tinctive, bringing their hauls of fish There was one thing dominant in ashore in frail looking boats and In his life now Drink-Hous- e Sam of light hearted talk and song sit about their rude huts at twilight to sup on a Singapore, the man who had tried so bit of farina, a drop of native whisky mysteriously to take his life, to stab d t him treacherously, without warning. and some of the Brazilian dried beef o'U of the dark, ' to the accompaniment of the violao. Indians, or sons and daughters Should one be just to the many It was of a half a dozen foreign rnces or naSingapore! Singapore! never out of his mind now. To get tions, who are Brazilians because they sided, home and social life of this githere, to force tlw truth, the motive, were born In Brazil. gantic country. hemust needs write the reason, the stry behind all this The visitor freshly landed and also of the occupations of the gauciio, from the human spider that lurked in., his web, and then his fists clenched houses, and many quaint streets to fiercely and then settle with the man offer-foinspection. In this period of himself! . renaissance for Poland. Warsaw is And that was why he must get to considering the best means of showPobi before daybreak, before this ing her art treasures to advantage. It steamer sailed. is probable that the large modern. muA visitor to Warsaw who has enseum. with plenty of light but with cicea Polish of the little or no charm, will be adopted by advantage joyed Twenty miles across the rone points to the mistake, made by the civic authorities. There are many island before daybreak! visitors in a hurry, of confining their who plead the advantages of the old attention to the new quarters of the houses as much more effective frames Warsaw, is not Cracow, of to old pictures and curios than the un, (TO BE CONTINUED.) city. course, hut off the beaten track site compromising aspect of white walls Men should be temperate in eating has many curious churches, tnuny old and the glare o.f sky Ugh tB. Each type as well as in drinking, Fr- RAZIL Is of special interest to the people of the United States these days. It Is in the air that America and Brazil are to become better acquainted before reconstruction days are over. And if for no other reason Brazil is Interesting to us because it is, like the United States, a melting pot of the nations. When President-Elec- t Epitacio Pes- -' soa was here recently he said, in o public address: Having in mind the close relations which have always existed between our two countries it is not surprising that the entrance of the United States In the great European conflict should have had a decisive Influence on Brazils procedure. To the precious title of friend, uniting onr destinies and claiming our share of effort and sacrifice, we added that of ally allied to the nation which has just furnished to history the most brilliant examples of ability and force. Now that the monstrous scourge has' disappeared from the face of the civilized' world, and nations. Impelled by accumulated energy in the making up of lost time, are to resume their old life of peace and toil, Brazil will rejoice In continuing to develop more and more the relations of every kind which bind her to the United States, and to strive for this end will be one of the fondest 'endeavors of my government. It is- thus of particular importance that the United States endeavor to understand the conditions of life in this vast melting pot of the nations. The melting pot of Brazil is not just like ours. It seems, however, to he quite The racial as complicated a boiling. diversity in Brazilian society is as pronounced as is the variety of Its geographical groups. A study of the home life is a study in ethnology. The original Portuguese stock is found in all phases of transition from unadulterated purity througli pnrtial and complete mixtures with ' native Indian and negro and fusion with foreign nations Italian, German. English, Spanish and American. The Brazil of today is a melting pet of races and nationalities as heterogeneous ns it is distracting to the chance traveler, says Clayton S. Cooper In New York Sun. On beginning to ask questions one finds himself entangled in an intricate maze of fusions between Portuguese and Brazilian-Portuguesforeigners and Brazilian foreigners, Brazilians who are Brazilians and Brazilians who are ethnologicnlly cabocios or mestizos, or sertnos; or Brazilians who locally or historically are Paulistas, r - . I e, German-Braztllan- Dutch-Braziiian- pure-bloode- Attractions of Old Warsaw v .. "'viW or Brazilian cowboy, living his daring' picturesque existence apart on: interior- plains j then there lathe Important section of Brazilian society best seen In Its original home in the state of Minas the fazendeiro,. or calp!ra, as he is sometimes called, the country magnate whose wealth is plantations, and who lives also more or less Isolated with his family,, constituting his own kingdom independent and free and hospitable as was any of our old southland planters, or any medieval baronial lord. It land holders class that makes a strong appeal to young and old Brazil-alike. This king of the land and horses-anwide distances fascinates and calls forth .something Inherent In the Brazilian character. Thts country Is first of all an agricultural domain of colossal area, and the fazendeiro still holds in his hand the nation's key. Of him: Such authority as he one has said : knows has vanished perhaps from the greater part of the world, but in Brazil it rules unquestioned, forming a powerful bond between the soil and Its owner. In his powerful solitude the land' owner indulges in his love of intellectual culture, he Inclines toward philosophy; he possesses a certain natural This Brazilian aristocracy eloquence. enjoys political as well as social power.- They form the structure, the frame-wor- k of all party politics; they are Its strength, its very life; It Is they who gdvern and administer Brazil." One Is confronted here with the remnants of a feudal oligarchy, with the culture and refinement belonging to It In the middle ages of Europe, but with the striking difference that thts older and Influential Brazilian social order Is being voluntarily changed and mixed with a complex variety of mass population, slowly bnt surely forming a democratic society, in which the spirit of republicanism and equality Is stronger even than the spirit of the national an - his-prou- s , ' ' religion. Any concrete description of a home of the better class. Is a biography of the life and characteristics of the Brazilian woman the wife and mother. Domestic existence la peculiarly her sphere of action and influence, and from 's throne of home life she rules, and also shines. Brazilian women are not only nice to look at and intelligent conversationalists ; they are furthermore the mothers of men. It Is a land of large families, eight and ten children being no exceptional thing In a Brazilian hoine. The upbringing of children is not attended with any superfluous modern fads, and eugenics, twilight sleep, birth control, together with othr- - reforms of our northern efficiency civilization, are as yet unknown. of museum has Its own advantages, and Warsaw will have to make her own choice; Australian Pearle. The pearls that come from the coast of Australia are of many shapes and colors, and In the trade have names' to distinguish them. Pearls under are sold by the ounce, above that by the raln. Dolor has a deal to do with the value. The white pearls go mostly to Europe and the yellow ones to India. , s |
