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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, April 18, 1917, NOON EDITION, Image 18

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JONAH OR CROESUS! '
By Genevieve Lee
(Copyright, 1917, W. G. Chapman.)
"Have him out!" roared Capt Ja
bez Foore of the Nancy Bell.
The mate, with the aid of two sail
ors, dragged forth from a mass of
old ropes and canvas a wobbly,
wretched, spin-and-bone specimen
Qf humanity.
"Stowaway, eh?" howled the cap
tain. "How long have you been
there?"
"Three days and nights, your hon
or," submissively reported Ben Riig
gles. "And who do you expect I'm going
to do with you?" demanded the cap
tain fiercely.
"Don't know, don't care much,"
responded Ben hopelessly. "I was
stranded in Kwango. The town was
full of fever. I had to get away."
"Urgent business, I suppose,"
sneered the captain.
"You see," spurted up Ben, draw
ing from the debris under which he
had been hiding a ragged, disjointed
carpet bag. "I really have business
but it don't go very well in these
parts." He took a square wooden box
from the valise and rattled it "The
Ruggles Cure-All," he announced
with a slight spice of pride. "I'm an
inventor; had to do something after
being blown up in a mine explosion.
One ear gone this is a celluloid one;
left leg artificial to the knee. All my"
natural teeth shaken out Right
hand, see," and he lifted a metal
hook attached to his wrist.
"Well, you're a generally battered
up specimen of humanity, it's plain
to see," observed the captain crust
ily. "Ought to drop ou overboard,
but I guess leaving you at the first
port will do."
That first port was never reached.
Ben Ruggles was made duly com
fortable and his quaint stories and
whimsical ways won the favor of the
crew, during the lazy progress of the
Nancy Bell along the east coast of
Africa. The schooner was a Nan
tucket trader, one of the old line, and
in its present cargo of spices the cap
tain had invested every cent of his
personal capital. He counted on big
profits and his satisfied and well
treated seamen on a square share of
the same.
One night a terrific storm came up.
For two hours the stanch Nancy Bell
The Sight of a Man. Taking Himself
to Pieces Appalled Them.
buffeted the tempest, sprang a leak,
careened and went down. All hands
escaped in the long boat, but this,
too, was swamped before they
reached land.
Desolately, in the garish dawn,
the captain gla'nced seaward to find
no trace even of the wreckage of the
"old tub" he loved so well.
"He's been, our Jonah, that's sure!"
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