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TheFiend on the
A SEA STORY
Of MORGAN ROBERTSON
I Copyright, 1903, by Joseph J3. Bowles.)
The autocrat of the outward-bound
ship Cumberland went below for his
afternoon nap. But he was not to en
joy it for by the time he had
stretched out, a sailor on the fore
royal yard sang out that a small boat
with a man in it lay ahead. All
bands were called, and the autocrat
appeared with his glasses.
"Good enough," ho grunted "we're
"Might not be a sailor, sir," said the
"So much the worse for him."
In another hour the occupant of the
boat was lifted up the side and carried
to the forecastle.
He was tall, slight of frame, and
dressed in what were once fashionable
garments, but now shrunken, salt
"Well," thundered the autocrat. "Go
•forrard. Mr. Smart, set this man to
The stranger hesitated.
Mr. Smart, who had drawn near,
remembered that he was second mate,
end felled the stranger to the deck
with a blow from behind. "Go for
ward," he snarled. "Go forrard."
The man arose to his knees and was
kicked back' by the captain. Arising
Again, he met Mr. Smart's fist, then
•he captain's boots again, then the
toots of both and in this manner,
lurching, sliding and stumbling, he
obeyed the order to go forward. From
this time on the new hand sank his in
dividuality in an intense desire to mas
ter the work and ways of a sailor.
He progressed rapidly, but led a
dug's life until he had learned the
ropes, and, by willingness and intelli
gence, had become of real service.
Aboard ship If a newcomer delays
giving his name, one will be given
liim, which he will be expected to an*
ewer to. This man had given none,
anu they had called him "the actor."
Corrupting this from third to second
person made his name "Actor." It
tras short, easy to pronounce in aloud
voice, and suited everybody.
But at Bombay, having remained by
the ship instead of running off, as all ex
pected, he was called aft, complimented
on his proficiency by the captain and of
fered the position of third mate under
wages for the passage home.
When the ship reached soundings a
gale from the northeast, with snow,
made the approach to the coast too
perilous, and she was brought to wind
under short sail.
At four o'clock that night, above the
roaring and whistling of the gale rang
out a laugh, so loud, derisive and un
earthly, coming from above, that even
the stout-hearted chief mate shuddered.
"Call the captain," said th'e mate
and the autocrat was aroused.
"What's the trouble?" he demanded,
as, buttoning his oil-skin coat, he ap
peared in their midst.
"Die! Die! Diel" came the de
risive cry, ending with the terrible lin
"What is it?" asked the autocrat, hid
"Don't know, sir we've heard it
'from everywhere. It gave orders, and
we've lost fore and main to'gal
The men had gradually drawn aft,
and now, one by one, mounted the
poop-deck ladder and clustered around
the group of officers near the wheel.
"Steward," said the captain, auto
crat no longer, "serve grog."
It was served, a stiff tumbler to
"Now," said the captain to the third
mate, "go forrard- and see what it is."
The third mate obediently left the
They watched him crowl down the
ladder and creep along the slippery
deck until he had-reached the fore
castle door which opened from the
forward end of the deck-house. Then
back he sped, falling twice to the
deck, mounting the ladder in two
bounds, and floundering into their
inidst, a chattering, mumbling embodi
ment of fright, his jaws working con
vulsively, his eyes protruding.
"What is it?" they asked. His in
coherent mutterings took ftirm.
"Something horrid—w&ite, sitting
oh the fore-hatch," he gasped, "some
thing white and shadowy, and it had
no face—no face^ »nd no eyes."
A shivery moan, marked by the click
ing of chattering teeth, arose from the
band of men. Nautical distinctions were
forgotten captain, officers and sailors
were alike in their common humanity
—in their proximity to the unknown
It was the "touch of nature" that
makes the n'hole world kin.
A sudden cessation of the thick snow
showed them a rocky coast looming up
close aboard—a blacker darkness—
vhile ahead was a jutting tromontory.
"The coast of Maine!" exclaimed the
captain. "How'd we get up here?
Can we get sail on her?"
"To'gallan'sTs gone, sir—all but tl&e
"Set it—and the royals."
But the demoniac laughter filling the
air prevented this order being obeyed
no one would leave the quarter-deck,
and with set faces and curdling blood
they watched the jagged coast ap-(
proach closer and closer, while the tri
umphant laugh taunted their ears, un
til the Cumberland, with a grinding
crash and a jolt that threw them from
Their feet, struck the rocks a full
guarter-mile from the shore. Rockets
were sent up from the shelter of the
companion-way until the stock was ex
hausted. But no answering signal was
seen on the shore, and the wet, chilled,
and despairing men strained their
eyes for a full hour before one of them
called attention to a grayish spot in
the darkness astern, which disap
peared even as he pointed to it. A mo
ment later it came into view on the
crest of a sea.
It was a heavy, turtle-ended govern
ment life boat, with eight cork-jack
The lee alley-way was crowded with
men eager to descend to the saving
life-boat, and among.* those nearest to
the rope was Capt. tony, as eager as
"Why don't ye wait?' growled one,
as he hustled him away and threw his
leg over the rail.
"Get back," snarled another. "Back
ye. Yer cappen hee. Stan' by ye»
"We'll have to swim for it,"
scrcnmed the captain, above the din ol'
wind, sea and qrashing wood. "Hav*
we any cork jackets?"
"In Mr. Actor's room."
"Get them out."
The' third mate descended and reap
peared with but one, which he meekly
Iianded to the captain.
"All that's left, sir my room I*
The captain began buckling on the
"No, you don't," shouted the second
mate, climbing towards him on the
now sloping deck "Leave us to drvrri.
vill you? Not much. Give
His eyes shone as though witft incip*
"No/' was the answer. Then the
jacket was torn from the captain's
shoulder. He clinched the frenzied of
licer and they fell, arising each with
a firm hold on the life preserver, the
straps of which were now broken. The
third mate watched them with a curi
ous light in his eyes. The first mate
had gone to his room for a cork ma*
tress which he knew of.
As he appeared with it a sea swept
what was left of the half-submerged
hull just as the struggling men reached
the break of the poop When it had
passed over, two heads were discerni
ble in the receding hollow to leeward,
and the struggle was continued in the
water then again—loud and clear
above the howling of the tempest—
was heard the mocking laughter and
the frightful ending: "Die! Die!"
"Actor's done for," muttered the first
mate, as he sprang overboard with his
But out of the demolished cabin
emerged the third mate, strapping or,
a cork jacket.
The light from a burning tar barrel
shone on his face. Looking to wind
ward, at the black outline of storm
swept coast, and at the shaking, grind
ing fragment of a once stately ship on
which he stood, he smiled. But in that
smile there was no sweetness, no soft
ness. All the agony and despair, the
misery and degradation of his en
forced voyage was expressed in it
end in the dark eyes—flashing again
and defiant—shone the triumph of piti
less vengeance. Creeping down to th!
rail, he sprang into the sea and, fol
lowing his plunge by a half-minute,
the wrecked stern rolled shoreward,
aadthe light from the tar barrel went
out in a hissing cloud of steam.
Prospects were good for the first mate,
Mr.Boswell. He was promised a ship, but
he could not sleep. Insomnia had seized
him, for an infernal, mocking voice
was in his ears night and day. As an
offset, after a week's suffering, he
thought of the theater. Any would do,
and he entered the first play house he
came to, where he sat abstractedly
through a variety performance. A
burst of applause aroused him.
The applause continued and in
creased and, when a man appeared
there arose a deafening roar. The man
was in evening dress and, contracting
strangely, yet agreeably, with tft.?
white expanse of shirt frost, a
tace bronzed with the tan of sun and
sea to the hue of mahogany. From
this face flashed a pair of magnificent
?ark eyes, which wandered over th,
audience, and, for a moment, rested
en Mr. Boswell. It was the third mats,
cr his ghost.
There was a momentary hush of the
r.udience, every face was turned up
ward for from the dome of the hou?e
came a laugh—a little low laugh—
which grew louder and varied its tone
and volume from the titter of a child
to the guffaw of a giant. It ran up
the scale, and down it It played on
every chord of human merriment un
til, as Mr. Boswell seized his hat and
staggered from the theater, the cachin
nation above, filling the whole house
with its sound, changed into the hor
rid, fiendish voice of glee that had
iaughed a great ship on to the rocks
aid two men to their death.
Still Has Hope.
He entered the drawing room and
•eated himself on the green sofa just as
he had b^en doing three nights each
week for the last eight years.
"Speaking of science," he yawned, "I
see some professor says the world will
last 100,000,000 years longer."
"I am so glad!" she exclaimed.
"You will yet have time to propose."—
Sybyl—bid you notice that hand
some man at the concert who stared
at me nearly all the evning?
Sybyl—I wonder who it could have
Ethyl—Why that was Prof. Pierce,
the celebrated mind reader. He Is
spending his vacation here.—Chicago
It would probably suit us all
Just as well, you know.
If the stuff as slush would fall
And turn Into snow.
Bertie, having noticed that ladies
are wearing little bows instead of
buttons, thinks this fashion would
suit him, and to continue the orna
mentation down to the crease of the
trousers would complete the effect.-**
The Heal Triumph.
"I suppose you feel better since you
have delivered your speech," said the
"It isn't so much to deliver a
speech," replied the Immature but sa
gacious statesman. "The real tri
umph consists in getting it listened to."
Miss Oldun—Oh, you could never
guess! Dear Jack has written that my
loveliness has inspired him to ask me
to marry him.
Miss Young—What's that? Let's see
the letter. My dear, this word is not
"loveliness," but "loneliness."—Cleve
"Did you ever notice," said the man
who attends freak exhibitions, "that
'most mind readers are women?"
"No," answered the man who is in
awe of his wife. "But I have noticed
that most women are mind readers."—
To Be Expected.
Customer—See here! All the but
tons came off this coat the first time
I wore it.
Dealer—Yah. So many beoples ad
mire dot coat, you shwell up mit pride
und burst de buttons off.—N. Y.
Far from the Facts.
"What do you think of my historical
novel?" asked the author.
"It is an achievement," answered the
chilly critic. "You have at last suc
ceeded in showing that fiction may be
strarp.e/r than truth."—Washington
Mr. Thinkum—Whenever there is
trouble in this world there is a woman
at the bottom of it.
Mrs. Strongmind—That may be. but
you can't deny that when the trouble is
over the woman is on top.—N. Y. Weekly.
Made Her Suspect.
Mr. McSosli—What was it that made
ywu think I'd been drinking last night?
Mrs. McSosh—Oh, I don't know. I
suppose the fact that you were fear
fully drunk had as much to do with
it as anything.—Cleveland Leader.
At His Word.
She—So these are the china bar
gains you advertised?
Dealer—Yes, ma'am, and they're go
ing for little or nothing.
She—All right. IH take that blue
dish for nothing.—Philadelphia Press.
They Came High.
"It strikes me," said the lady with
the family-sized market basket, "that
your vegetables are rather high."
"Naturally, ma'am," replied the new
boy. "They were raised on a roof gar
The Worm Turns.
Miss Uptowne—He, he! Why is it
you baldheaded men like to sit in the
Mr. Bouttown—Because there we have
no Eiffel Tower hats in front of us.—N.
A Natural Mistake.
"Yes," said the musical young wom
an, "we spent the whole evening try
ing to play a new sort of polka."
"You don't say," replied Jack Potts.
"What Tas the limit?"—Philadelphia
Didn't Get a Key.
Mr Slimpurse—I see the kitchen
clock is not going. Didn't you. get a
"1 left you as you were going Into a
"Yes, but Mrs. Stuckupp happened to
be there looking at some pearls. You
don't suppose I'd ask for a five-cent
kitchen-clock key under those circum
stances, do you?"
"What did you do?"
"I asked how long it would take
them to clean a diamond necklace, and
came out."—N. Y. Weekly.
Thingumbob—Did you tell Markley
that you had just bought a magazine
Thingumbob—You're a fine, truthful
man! Why, it's only a cheap single
McJigger—Well, I bought it through
an advertisement in a1magazine, didn't
"I believe that in an election the
best man should win," said Senator
"That is a proper and patriotic sen
"Yes, sir. And I have my own Ideas
about who the best man is, and I'm
going to see that he does win, no mat
ter how many votes are cast against
him "—Washington Star.
All the Same.
Master—A coal merchant has tea
tons of coal, which he sells at five
dollars a ton. How much does he gel
"Yes, I know but, all the same, a
good many coal merchants do it."
The Source of Supply.
Mrs. Greene—I should think you'd
feed your boarders a little better.
You can't expect them to say a good
word for you when they leave.
Mrs. Skinner—Oh, but they do. Al
most every one o€ them has a grudge
against some friend of. his, and he In
variably recommends my house to him.
I get lots of new boarders that way
Struck It Bight.
Cholly Newit—D'ye know, Miss Cut
ter, though I've only just met you,
there seems to be a—er—sort of intel
lectual sympathy between* us. You
know just how to appeal to my tastes,
you know. Are you a literary woman?
Dolly Cutter—No, I'm a kindergar
ten teacher.—Cleveland Leader.
Mr. Bacon—When a woman tells a
fairy story, she always begins like this:
"Once upon a time."
Mrs. Bacon—Yes and when a man
tells a fairy story he always begins like
this: "There now, dear, don't be angry
with me you see it was like this."—
Needn't Stop Him.
"McBlough's prize fighting days are
'He has lost three fingers of his right
"Well, he can learn to write with his
left hand if he practices."—Cleveland
Casey—Ye're a har-rd worrulcer,
Dooley. How manny hods o' morther
have yez carried up that laddher th'
Dooley—Whisht, man—I'm foolin'
th' boss. I've carried this same hodful
up an' down all day, an' he thinks I'm
Now often has the lyric rung,
Narrating that the good die young,
And one might add! in pensive mood,
'Tis but the young who e'er die good.
WOODHEAD'S HARD LUCK.
Private Dullskull—Oh, sergeant, I've
'urt my 'and got a splinter in it.
Sergeant—What yer been doing?
Scratching your head?—Scraps.
The Accummulaticn of Wealth.
A saying nature's some times shown
Which with regret men view
Some people try to save their own
And other people's, too.
Time Works Wonders.
"Papa, what is the difference between
a grafter and a philanthropist?"
"Merely one of years, my son. A man
is a grafter before he is 60, and a philan
Eva—Is Cholly Sapp really suca a
Edna—Dead one? Why, when he
calls on me, I always come down to
the parlor in black.—Puck.
Out of the Ordinary.
"Ada made rather an. unusual mar
riage, didn't she?"
"Quite. She marnied the man she
was in love with."—Judgej
One day a football player appeared
In the classroom during the football
season. The students were deeply
shocked, yet they managed to preserve
the outward forms of respect. But
when, presently,- it turned out that the
fellow knew his lesson, there was none
so poor to do him reverence. "He's
gone stale!" was the sneering whis
per which ran from lip to lip.
A recent visitor to Beaconsfield
churchyard asked a middle-aged na
tive of the village to be directed to
the graves of Burke and Waller. The
man said he had no recollection of
any such persons having been buried
there. "But," he added, "you see that
little chemist's shop over there? That's
the shop where Devereaux, the trunk
murder man, used to be an appren
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"Occasionally," was the answer. "But
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ing my standing with my constituents aa
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A man realizes that his wife isn't aa
angel when he has to help her into her
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