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THE MILFORD NEWS ORLORN ISLAND By Edison Marshall SYNOPSIS. Copyright With _ his tically yacht, the abandoned by Intrepid, prac- its crew, Felix with his mother, millionaire, his daughter sailing Nan, and Roy Stuart, puts into Squaw Harbor, Alasira, to recruit. Failing to secure sailors, Horton engages a bunch of nondescripts stranded there. A gigantic Pole called Sandomar, deaf but not dumb, is their leader. At the request of Captain Waymire, the Intrepid's skipper, an old friend, Eric unemployed, but holding pers, engages to sail as Horton is seeking Ericssen, islands of which he has heard. Nan, attracted by Bric’s quiet strength, indulges in a moonlight flirtation, which brings them both dn each to the other, threshold of interest if not of love. CHAPTER III—Continued Roy, ridge Edison 8 Marshall Service to an hour, And now there seemed to be a slight lull. Listening hard, Eric could distinguish between one gust and another. Captain Waymire Straightened his stooped shoulders. But it was a false hope. There came a trumpet blast in the sky, Swelling and nearing, and a solid wall of wind smote the ship from the northwest. It had jumped two points and the Intrepid’s position was no longer tenable, Waymire shouted an order; it was dispatched to Ferguson by the engine room telegraph. Wind-buffeted figures appeared and vanished on the gray deck; the great anchor was weighed. . Quarter—half—full speed astern—and the Intrepid was backing out to sea. Tense and still, Eric stood on the bridge, straining into the murk. . His blue northland eyes were the first to catch a pallid gleam on the dark waves five shiplengths ahead. His cry rose above’ the blast. “Breakers ahead!” Waymire was a tried old seaman, and there was hardly a split second between Hric’s warning cry and the master’s pachief officer. uncharted by WNU who was watching from the through powerful binoculars, turned to Horton with a curious sparkle in his cold, gray eyes. “The sland is inhabited. TI can see green mounds. They must. be barabaras—turf houses.” “Then the people are Aleut Indians?” “No doubt. The huts aren’t the Siberian type. I can see -fourteen— eighteen—twenty. That means a population of from sixty to a hundred.” “But the diary said you'd find ’em.” “Yes, but it was written a hundred and fifty years ago, when the Aleut race was ten times as great as now, and all the little islets were inhabited. Waymire rounded the Indian June: eleven. sky the a mile bay on village. one and This was not sea, fall until world, and night should By nine the were cape outside the which stood dreary pall early of, sleet, spindrift, and foam. By midnight the sleet seemed to be blown out of the sky, but to Waymire’s dismay, the wind seemed to be working around to the northwest. Af one o’clock it was an awful chord of many tones. Horton could thank his lucky stars for Waymire’s feresight. If the Intrepid had been exposed to the full power of the gale, no anchor could have held her, and she would have had to fight for her life. But not once did her purse-proud owner question his arrogant creed. He was reasonably comfortable in the warm saloon— the island crags broke the waves, and though the ship was buffeted by the wind, she rolled but little—and he still made light of the skipper’s illconcealed alarm. But Roy Stuart was not so comHe had never been able to placent. harbor an illusion, good or bad, and he knew that this luxurious paneled room was not the citadel it seemed. Altoo bold. been Yes, they had though his heart never missed a beat, he saw plainly that even a minor mishap, a mere whim of fortune, might disall to irremediable hurl them ester, = . Shortly after two Eric rapped on the door and entered. He was in sou-westshine. ers, and his eyes had a steely “Conditions seem to be growing worse, shifts two If the wind not better. Cap- points more, we'll have to move. tain your for you to get word together and stand by sends party orders. If the wind shifts, we all for can’t Your ship’s too toprun out to sea. We've got heavy for a blow like this. we to work around the island; and Buf we'll don’t know what’s there. the hang here if we can, and make move in daylight.” off, Fortunately, dawn was not far house When Eric returned to the pilot the jagged see he could Waves against a moment he blast. point,” line of the the eastern sky. stood listening to For the “I see she’s shifted another he shouted to the grim-faced veteran on the bridge. : minutes twenty her giving “I'm “Is answered. the veteran more,” everything ready?” Number one “Best I could do, sir. lifeboat in fair shape, number rotten and barely serviceable, bread in one and and two the That means we ‘dory clean gone. couldn’t all get off. Blankets, water and “How crowd? i two.” and &ts Sandomar about Can we trust them im & pinch?” - [them. “We're obliged to trust hesls think most of ’em will keep their of the one But lot. hard a —they’re him, is Russians, Stronsky, they call muttering to himself. I saw him as he eyes wild, and I think it’s just Ferguson is “He'll be all right. he Using him as his assistant—says out. inside knows a Diesel engine lengthened The twenty minute wait prize, his eyes blazing. His voice cut through the blast. “What do you fellows want?” The pale-haired man called Swede answered in hoarse tones. “We're going to take that boat.” “Stand back. The passengers get off first. Il) kill the first man that raises his hand.” As he spoke, Waymire drew a heavy revolver and leveled Strange how they ever made it here in dropped anchor narrow-mouthed was moving swift and clear, and without pausing in its work it recorded the fact that Stronsky was still below decks. Sandomar seemed to be plotting with his men. When Waymire hurried nigh, shouting orders, they looked up from under lowered brows, like sullen cattle, and made no move to obey. Eric’s arm might be needed here, in a moment, but now he turned toward the companionway. There was no one to send, so he would go alone to learn why Horton and his party had not yet appeared on deck. . To his tremendous relief, he met them on the stairs. In the deck lights Horton’s face showed livid, and he was protesting what he apparently deemed a false alarm, but Nan hurried him on. Eric offered no explanations, but darted back to the boat deck. : And he was sorely needed! The stunned figures of Sandomar’s men were coming to life. When Hric saw their faces, he dismissed the idea that they had a hand in the wreck. They were simply reverting to type. Every bond of discipline had snapped free. Erie saw them moving in a compact mass toward Number One boat. Sandomar was in the lead, hobbling on his gorilla feet, one of his massive hands elutching a short iron bar. Waymire stood between them and their the first place!” “There are probably other passes,” Horton said. “They wouldn’t live here alone, with no contact with their tribes people. Roy, I’m afraid ['m a little disappointed. We can’t claim mow that we've discovered a new island unknown though it is. Siberian traders would never let these people alone; there’s probably a ship in here every year.” “They've kept. mighty still about it, anyway; probably the island yields some good fur.” Roy watched in silence a long time. “Well, there’s one of the hunters. He’s got on a long _ parka that looks Aleut to me. . oe BY the way, I believe he’s got a spear, mot a gun.” But this had no special significance, as Roy well knew. Rifles and ammunition are expensive: natives on many remote Alaskan islands often return to their primitive weapons. it at Swede’s breast. Waymire meant what he said. Not only Swede, but at least one more would. fall before they could silence the gun, and every man knew that he might be that one. They drew back, snarling. ’ There was only a brief pause. The tempo of events seemed to be immeasurably quickened. Suddenly this drama in the dawn took a newturn. “Get in That Boat, or We'll Throw You in,” the Old Skipper Rasped. clang of the engine room telegraph to full speed astern. Eyen now, good seamanship might save the vessel. But Waymire’s hands had been tied by an arrogant land-lubber. He had braved the reefs not only with rotting lifeboats, but a treacherous mongrel erew. He did not feel the screw buck and change. Instead, he was thunderstruck to hear the gong clang again. And now the dial read not full speed astern, but full speed forward. In some strange human drama he was never to understand in full, his command had _ been betrayed. He leaped to the lever, only to find it to locked—and as the ship hurried on meet her death, the old captain of the child. little a as helpless stood sea A small bearded figure appeared at the companionway. It was Stronsky— and he was waving his arms. Erie saw his lips moving, but at first his words were whipped away in the blast. Then their mad passion rather than their sound sent them crackling into Eric’s ears. “I did it—I,” Stronsky was yelling. “The ship’s sinking, and I did it. I tell you it’s so. They won't look down on me any more, The water’s rushing in, and I did it, me myself.” He stopped by the rail. Eric would never forget his bulging eyes. “Hur- ray for the Union of the Soviet Republics!” he shrieked. It seemed like a crazy nightmare, but there he was, in the clear dawn, a very real and terribly comic figure. “Hurray for the Working Men’s Committees! Hurray for Stalin! Down with the master class! Down with their million dollar playthings! I myself did it all!” Then, to cap the climax of this fantastie interlude, the little man climbed up the rail, held on a moment with twisted legs, waved his arms in triAt his order, the chain of the catted umph, and then, as though he were anchor ran out with a roar, but too avenging himself on his enemies, Eric shouted—a cry lost in the late. awkwardly jumped overboard. Awed, impotugged blast—and the helmsmen vaguely nauseated, Eric peered after Then there was tently at the wheel. him, but he had already disappeared, nothing to do but wait for the ship to and the sea drowned his voice. strike. The sight seemed to stupefy SandoThere were three distinct shocks, the mar’s men. Nothing seemed worth first two light, the third severe enough fighting for, even life, everything he As rail. the against to hurl Eric seemed a hideous jest. When Waymire ship got to his feet, he felt the whole running — ordered them to take their positions vibrate—a curious tremor at the davits, Swede, the two Smiths, a through every beam and stake—as and Cooky came dazedly forward. it gives when man’s body might quiver At the skipper’s command, Horton’s Slowly it died away. up the ghost. party began to scramble in the boat. house, As Eric turned to the pilot Mother Horton seemed spry as a girl; times. five shriek he heard the whistle pale but calm, Nan took the seat bethe inevitSo the captain perceived side her, and Marie Chambon, erying to abandon able; this was the signal softly, cowered at her feet. Roy took slightthe showed man Neither ship. a place where he could handle oars. they met on est trace of excitement as Meanwhile Horton stood back, his : the bridge. jowls darkly flushed. When Waynire must be torn whole bottom “The ordered him to hurry, he whirled in “Can’t out of her,” Waymire shouted. a fury. “This is an outrage! I won’t Let's settling? her stern feel you stand it!” seas begin. get ’em off before the big measures for half-way time The look around Then if there’s time Tll had gone by. It was the owner of and see what can be done.” ship who spoke, but it was the the The weight time. be won't “There captain who answered. “Get in that and sink aft will tip her backwards boat, or we'll throw you in,” the old You’d better her in half an‘ hour. skipper rasped. come on with the rest.” It’s a false alarm—” “Tt refuse. already surging she’s The seamen were “You old fool, don’t you know they were not the Wayup the stairs; and going down in ten minutes?” Eric had known trusties the irate cool-headed in mire half pushed, half hurled faces drawn their He saw of old. millionaire into the boat. heard their oaths the dawnlight—he “Going down, you say?” Horton half he made wind—so crackling in the rose in the boat. “The Intrepid going muscles. lithe big, ready his down? I won't hear of it, do you unFerguson, could he trust? Whom derstand? I forbid it—” was Ferguson? of course, but where Reaching for his hand, Nan drew mistake that fatal the Eric recalled him onto the thwart. His words began and Intrepid, had wrecked the turned ashen truth. to guess part of the grim in Edinburgh Sights Intermountain News —Briefly told for Busy Readers a; The comnot been faithful old Scot had room when Waymand of the engine Stronsky, betrayed. mire’s order was acting been new assistant, had his as & he was known strangely—and saboteur. was & cool Skinner, the steward, ta ken his post at Numhand, and had g orders, but the ber One boat, waitin nts under his comserva no Filipi three ling fn panic. squea y alread mand were trying man-jack worth The only other ishman of black Iris: DeValera, the him Eric detested gang. ccadainelia a he but his fawning ways, for seem workman, and proved @ sound from the wolves away king brea to be ack. : the See had not joined ee around Sandomar, tense group was missing else Who men in all. Eric’s brain inal ten ? from the orig trailed away; and his eyes his face glazed as he glanced and He the settling stern. toward in common, Stronsky had something after all; they were both the butts of a sardonic jesting fate. The boat, though the best , of the three, was small, and would hold only nine, and take “Get in there, Ericssen, command.” island. The Eric glanced toward the strong waves were not yet invincible: win boat could rowers in @ seaworthy “Send a cape. to th e shelter of the rapidly. Skinner,” he protested Anyway, I me stay and help you. look around tor want to go below and Ferguson.” or — murdered deaa “Ferguson’s I’m the Get in that boat. drowned. ster of this ship.” (TO BE CONTINUED.) GOLD MINES PAYING PLAN SUGAR DAY FETE IMPROVE WATER SUPPLY WINNING JOB WAR NOW MOTORISTS PAY BIG TAX BOISE, IDA.—Ada county lected 74.3 per cent of the 1932 charge, compared with 83.1 eent of the 1951 tax. coltax per OGDEN, UT.—The state convention for the Utah department of the American Legion will be he!d here August 24, 25 and 26. LEHI, UT.—The Utah Sugar day celebration and the Lehi mammoth three day rodeo will be held here on August 17, 18 and 19. TOOELE, UT.—It is announced that the president has approved of the application of Tooele for a loan of $50,000 from the R. F. C. for the reconditioning and extension of the city water system. SALT LAKE federal emergency tion has granted bringing the total under the new grants to $744,061. CITY, UT.—The relief administra$379,491 to Utah, granted for relief policy of relief BOISE, IDA.—Rising prices and expanding employment have materjally reduced the demands on the state’s relief department. BOISE, IDA.—\$335,000 will be spent in Valley county under the federal work plan. BOISE, IDA.—Idaho motorists have paid $2,045,020.24 towards the upkeep of the state and county roads since the beginning of 1933, the department of law enforcement has announced. LOGAN, UT.—An addition to the post office is to be constructed here at a cost of $46,000. PROVO, U T.—Substantial improvement in employment and wages for Utah knitting mill workers will result when the industry begins to operate under a national recovery - act code, it is believed. LOGAN, UT.—The possibilities of manufacturing Swiss cheese in this county are being investigated by the Farm bureau of Cache county. SALT LAKE CITY, UT.—Livestock men and farmers of the territory covered by the lith Regional Agricultural Credit corporation have been loaned $15,150,000. The report is based on operations of the regional office with branches at Reno, Phoenix, Los Angeles and San Francisco. ELK CITY, IDA.—Over one thousand people have come into this region this year in search of gold. A number of small placers are at work and some of them are paying very well. A fine deposit of lime near Orofino has been opened up and reports state it promises to be one of the best in the state SALT LAKE CITY, UT.—Employment of men in the operating department of the Denver and Rio Grande Western Railroad company will continue to advance tober, when the height usually reached. until Oc- of traffic is OGDEN, UT.—Over ten thousand persons paid income tax in Utah for the year 1931. For the year of 1932 there were 1295 income taxpayers. EVANSTON, WYO.—The lamb crop, due to heavy losses from the protracted cold weather of last winter, is one of the Smallest ever recorded, and will not exceed 60 per cent, growers state. GOODING , IDA—An alfalfa disease of the wilt variety is responsible for decreasing yields of alfalfa on farm lands in the south half of Gooding county. GUNNISON, UT.—Some one thousand turkeys proved to be good fighters against the webworm menace in the valley. The birds devoured the insects by the thousands. BUHL, IDA.—Early potato shipments from this city totaled 1276 earloads for the season recently expiring. This compares with 1205 car- . loads for the previous season. GRACE, IDA.—Distemper this season has resulted in a loss of several thousand dollars to Gem valley fox farm proprietors. BEAVER, UT.—Dairying in this valley is believed to be at its top mark for the season. The supply arriving at market has been gaining for some weeks. dairy IDA.—4-H POCATELLO, incattle club members are showing terest and aptitude for a new syStem of testing dairy cattle and keeping records of feed and profit. & BOISE, IDA.—Idaho will have at wheat crop this year estimated compared with bushels, 21,331,000 a year 30,656,000 bushels harvested ago. : BOISE, IDA.—Over two hundr conthousand gallons of beer were first few sumed in Idaho during the or in weeks of legalized beer sales the neighborhood of ten thousand gallons daily. » PANACA, NEV.—C. Lee, aged 45, was struck and killed by lightning a resias he was about to enter 3 dence, ‘ and Idaho he IDA.—T BOISE, and Dubois Montana road between d Spencer is to be oiled and surface qn the near future, it is reported. One ager of Edinburgh’s by National Geographic Society, ashington, D. C.—WWNU Service. DINBURGH, focal point of many tours through Scotland, is singularly, if austerely, beautiful. The city is a honeycomb of massive stone buildings rising to heights that made it the Manhattan of the Middle ages, some of the walls so thick that long afterward elevators eould be installed without protruding into the rooms. ; By all precedents and guide books, the Edinburgh visitor should head straight for Castle Hill. But to some. the first thriller they ever read, “Doctor Jekyll and Mr. Hyde,” still is the most vivid tale of Edinburgh. So they hunt out Brodie’s Close, dank and dark to this day, though not so evilsmelling as when its dual denizen. Deacon Brodie, was a Doctor Jekyll by day and a Mr. Hyde by night. Pause before entering the close—you would call it an alley—and the mind’s eye converges into a swift news reel of events along the history-encrusted Royal Mile, into which it opens. Grand Dame Eleanor, countess of Stair, leaps from yonder window (still in full view) to escape a tantrum of her violent, if blue-blooded, husband. Down a “wynd” whispers one hag to another gossip from opposite seventh stories, the ancient walls leaning like two Pisas. Dainty Miss Eglintoune, later Lady Wallace, skips across the way to fill a kettle from the commu nity well. Hoydenish duchess of Gordon rides a sow she had captured under a neighbor’s “forestairs,” while her more dignified sister belabors the anima] with a stick. é Only the backbone street was wide enough for carriages in those days; ladies and gallants were borne in sedan chairs by stout Highlanders into the side arteries for teas and calls. Burghers’ wives, in silks or Scotland’s fine wool, shopped for jewels in basement cubbyholes, or bought velvet and laces at tiny booths under roofs of the balconies reached by the peculiar forestairs of nearly every tenement. They were jostled by countrywomen in green and crimson homespun, and by sailors from ships that brought over. cattle and tallow from the Low Countries. The Lawnmarket Sector. Brodie’s Close opens now, as then, into the Lawnmarket sector of the Mile, where Scotland’s parliament once ordained “all cotton claith, white and grey; all lynning claith is to be sold there and in no uther place.” Open stalls and canvas-topped booths, displaying bolts of cotton and webs of linen, were besieged as are bargain counters About today. you remain the “lands” or tenements of the days when a city to an altitude and compressed wall in pactness like the lower East side Of course, your memory New York. of can disregard time and bring events centuries into instant focus. Toddling aristocrats play with ratcThey scurry at the ing ragamuffins. of approach of a party of Knights penFrance in glittering armor, their tournants flying, on their way to a nament to compete for the coveted king’s prize, a golden lance. of Scots, queen Mary, day One respirited in spite of her ill-omened a white ception at Leith, rides by on nestling crown pear! tiny a palfrey, Twelve hair. high-dressed her on carry courtiers, in black and crimson, At Netherbow she a canopy for her, city; halts to receive the keys of the the for she extends her little hand The sun suddenly provost to kiss. glistens in her white and emerges satin gown. Quick-witted, she utters an impulout with sive greeting, “The sun comes is city The Provost.” Master me, passes to mouth mouth hers; from face.” the cry, “God bless her bonnie No Place for Night Strolls. Ten o'clock; the tavern and elubs Everybody crowds. their disgorge Up and down the rushes for home. effectstreet rings out the world’s most “Gardy-loo, cry, curfew—the tive Down pour gardy-loo” (gardez eau). of swill and garbage from bundreds yackless cittenement windows. It is a suelter, reached not has izen who tryLittle wonder the fussy Boswell, foct forward ing to put his town’s best. Many Monuments. for captious Johnson, complained, “Y could not prevent his being assailed by the evening effluvia of Edinburgh.” The residents of fashionable St. James court were thought very aloof and squeamish when they engaged a private scavenger to remove théir refuse. Today all Edinburgh is equipped with a modern sewage-disposal system, and even its narrowest streets are kept immaculate. ~ From Brodie’s Close steats a stealthy, sinister figure, all wrapped round in a black coat. Beneath its folds he clutches a pistol and a ring of keys. Furtively he enters this shop and that. Barlier in the evening—any evening for several years—a most respectable town councilor, who also was a deacon of the Guild of Wryghts and Masons, attired in immaculate tail coat and breeches, might have been seen leaning against a door post where some merchant had trustfully hung his keys while he was at his tavern. Concealed in the palm of his hand was a clay mold. From an impression it was easy to make a key. Robberies became so frequent that the town council. called a meeting. Deacon Brodie gravely counseled about ways of stopping the depredations. He thoughtfully advised tradesmen about the kinds of bolts to put .on.their doors. So zealous was he that he even went about while merchants were at dinner to make sure their doors were locked. One. night a. particularly heinous robbery took place and two culprits were caught. A third escaped. Strangely, the highly respectable Deacon Brodie also disappeared.. Stories went around. Certain cronies whispered how the good deacon gambled with them for high stakes. Two of his mistresses complained that the kind gentleman had gone away and made no provision for them. Deacon Brodie was apprehended in Amsterdam, lodged in the grim Tolbooth, and executed October 1, 1788. His skeleton keys now hang in the Museum of Antiquities. His “strange case” was immortalized by Stevenson. The fact that he could operate on such a cramped stage, scarcely a twentyminute walk in any direction from his happy family fireside, emphasizes the tremendous crowding of the Old Town. Architecture of Old Times. The Royal Mile, from Castle Hill, through Lawnmarket, High street, and Canongate, is clean today, but its tenements are just as crowded, and they justify the modern implication of the term, for wealth and fashion have migrated to the broad streets and state- . ly squares of the New Town. _ here remain the molded doorways, armorial bearings, crests and texts, the peak gables, the intricately carved finials, the mammoth locks and door handles, and the exterior forestairs, leading up one flight to the interior “turnpike” stairs to the floors above. One architectural feature is puz -gling. In some houses there appears a slit much narrower than other winInspection discloses that these dows. apertures light tiny closets opening off: They were retreats the dining rooms. for the head of the house, where he might perform his devotions. From Lawnmarket it is only a short ‘walk to Castle Rock, whence Edinthe burgh was hewn, which anchored uplifts the castle Old Town, which world. the half spans history whose Standing guard over the opposite Rock end of Princes street from Castle in Calton Hill, affording a view that Ochils. the and Fife to out reaches colCalton is dotted with an amazing lection of monumental and architec- seem tural curiosities which, somehow, to achieve harmony. Beside the incomplete Parthenon of Craigleith columns, there is a Nelson monument that shelters a museum; a homely Bobbie Burns is awarded copy of the choragic temple of Lysi- s the erates; a high school reproduce there Temple of Theseus at Athens; burying a y, observator an also are ground, the tombs of Hume and of a jail! Stevenson’s parents, and from Gazing in another direction sonely Calton Hill, the eye catches Holyrood, aloof from the city, crouching under the mighty shadows of Salisbury “rags.