Newspaper Page Text
A TREASURE fflL %
OF THE SEA £: L BY (foiE-luM WH THE STORY THUS FAR! The crew of a small sailing vessel In the Caribbean pick up Dick Jordan, adrift on a raft. Dick realizes that he Is among men who are virtually pirates. They come upon a drifting schooner, apparently a derelict. When two per sons appear on the wallowing ship Tucu, the pirate captain, Is disappointed. De mented Captain Bedford Invites Tucu and his crew aboard, but his daughter Rose turns them back with her auto matic. Dick swims to the schooner and aids Rose in the battle. Tucu with draws, but Dick fears he will return dur ing the night. They keep watch anxious ly. A storm Is brewing and It obscures the moon. CHAPTER V Dick walked slowly forward again, keeping a more watchful eye in the direction of the lugger, and listening for any strange sound. The lugger was invisible in the gloom, and he knew the Caribs would creep upon them without detection until within a few yards of the schooner. The danger of a surprise was grow ing with every minute. ' Four times he made his circuit and met Rose, who reported every thing quiet and peaceful aft. Then on the fifth round, he was delayed a little by a noise in the water that sounded suspicious. He waited to verify it, and then resumed his walk more hurriedly. When he reached their meeting point, she was not in sight. He waited impatiently for her, but when she did not appear he grew anxious. There was a chance that his own delay had caused the trou ble. She had not waited for him. Unwilling to go back until assured of her safety, he lingered until she appeared nearly ten minutes later. “I missed you,” he exclaimed in a whisper, “and couldn’t go back until I was sure." “You shouldn’t have done that,” she frowned. “Something may have happened forward while you were here.” “I’ll hurry back,” he replied in re lief. “But wait for me on the next trip. I must know you’re safe.” She nodded, and Dick hurried to make up for lost time. In his haste he was careless and tripped along with more speed than caution. He was till thinking of the girl when a blaek shadow rose up to confront him. Startled, and not sure that it wasn’t an optical illusion, he paused instead of raising his gun to fire an alarm. That momentary hesitation was his misfortune. By the time he was convinced a burly Carib was facing him on the deck of the schooner, two other dark forms had sprung out of the gloom back of him. Dick raised his gun to shoot, but a hand knocked it upward, while one of the long, powerful, hairy arms of Black Burley encircled his neck and crushed the wind out of him. When Dick recovered, and his wits returned to him, the Caribs were in full possession of the schooner. He needed no further verification of this than his own helpless conditon. Trussed up se curely, he was lying on his back, with his face turned up to the moon less sky. Storm clouds were scur rying over his head, and the treach erous moon was still invisible. Dick Stalls for Time By Bargaining A foot prodded him in the ribs, and a black face was thrust into his'. Dick recognized the crafty one of Captain Tucu, leering with triumph. “Ain’t dead, I see,” the half-breed gloated. “Y’want to be careful next time how y’hit that deck. It ain’t a soft pillow." Dick stared at him. “Where’s Captain Bedford’s daughter?” he asked. “Did she get hurt?" Tucu smiled cruelly, realizing he had another weapon of torture in his hands. “She ain’t dead neither,” he grinned. “We’re keepin’ her in the cabin—me an’ Black Burley.” The intended significance of the words aroused Dick to fury. “If you hurt her, Tucu,” he said slowly, “or insult her you’ll pay with your life. This is war between you and me. Leave her out of it.” “What’ll y’do if I promise?” he asked, smiling warily. “Anything you ask.” “Y’ll stick to y’bargain, an’ show me where them jewels was dropped overboard.” “Yes.” “Y’tried to trick me once," growled the other, “an’ ye’ll do it again. Y’word ain’t wurth noth in’. I’d cut y’throat if I thought—” “No, I didn’t trick you,” Dick in terrupted. “I interfered only when you began war on a woman. That wasn’t part of our bargain.” The half-breed paused, watching his prisoner with doubtful eyes. “I wasn’t makin’ no war on women,” he said finally. “Cap’n Bedford in vited me aboard his schooner, an’ that-’’ “He’s crazy, you knew. He wasn’t responsible. The schooner was in command of his daughter.” “He ain’t so crazy that he don’t remember some things,” was the retort. “Soon’s we can find that treasure he’s picked up, we’ll leave” “What treasure?” Captain Tucu winked and laughed. “Y’don’t know nothin’ ’bout it, I suppose. ’Tain’t likely y’heered him, an’ his daughter ain’t said nothin’ to ye.” Dick was puzzled and mystified. He shook his head finally. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. If there’s any treasure on the schoon er, I don’t know of it.” Tucu was unconvinced. “Y’lay there an’ think about it. Mebbe y’ll remember, or we’ll find it.” When he walked away in the gloom, Dick had ample opportunity to reflect. There came to his mind a vague remembrance that in his crazy chatter Captain Bedford had made reference to a prize—a treas ure—he had found. If Tucu believed there was any treasure hidden on the schooner, he would search for it, spend days overhauling every part of the craft. This would cause further delay, and time was precious. Any hour or day a ship might cross their path, and he might not be able to signal for help. He concluded finally to favor the idea that there was something of value aboard, and that Captain Bed ford had hidden it. By pretending that he and Rose knew of its exist ence, but couldn’t locate it, they would gain time. With two treas ures dangled before Tucu’s eyes there was a possibility of eventually finding away out of their troubles. When Tucu appeared a few hours later, with the first streaks of dawn breaking in the east, Dick’s mind was made up. He met the eyes of the old renegade with a look of com pliance. “Tucu,” he said, “you’ve got me in your power, and there’s no use “Then it’s a bargain?” fighting against fate. I’ll make a new deal with you. Captain Bed ford has enough loot aboard to make those smuggled jewels look like cheap imitations.” “Thought y’said there wasn’t none,” growled the man, scowling hard at his prisoner. Dick smiled. “That was before I thought you knew,” he replied. “I didn’t want you to know of it. I thought I could get away with it. That’s why I didn’t want you to board the schooner.” “Y’wanted to get the treasure an’ the girl?” “Wasn’t any harm in that, was there?” laughed Dick. “You’d do as much if you had the chance.” “Reckon I got ’em,” leered the other. “No,” slowly, “you haven’t. You’ve got the girl, but you haven’t got the treasure." “Reck’n one goes with the other. She’ll tell when I want her to.” “No, she won’t,” replied Dick boldly, “for she doesn’t know where it is.” “The hell she don’t! Y’re lyin’ to me.” “All right!”—shrugging his shoul ders. “Don’t believe me. Ask her!” The half-breed surveyed him quietly a moment, and then became convinced nothing was to be gained by stubbornness. Threat of a Storm Forces Tucu’s Hand “If she don’t know where It is, who does?” he demanded surlily. “Captain Bedford, of course. He hid it in one of his crazy moments. His daughter knew where it was be fore that, but now she doesn’t know any more than you do. Her father’s so crazy we couldn’t get the secret from him. We were trying hard when you came aboard. If we found it we intended to escape in the small boat, and leave the schooner to you.” “Y’ain’t lyin’ to me ag’inl” ejac ulated Tucu, eyeing his prisoner suspiciously. “When did I lie to you before?” The other growled savagely, and made no reply. After a while, he asked: “What’s this new deal y’had in mind? Spit it out.” “I wanted your word you wouldn’t hurt Captain Bedford’s daughter,” replied Dick slowly. “If you prom ise not to harm her, we’ll help you search for the treasure. If you find it we’ll let you take it, if you leave the schooner to us. You don’t want that. She’s no good, and wouldn’t be worth towing to port.” “Reck’n she ain’t a bad prize,” murmured Tucu reflectively. “We could get her to land if another storm didn’t come up.” “But another storm is coming,” 1 interrupted Dick. “You’re sailor MIDLAND JOURNAL, RISING SUN, MD. enough to know that. Feel the air, and that wind—” Tucu studied the leaden skies. “There may be another storm, an’ there may be only a little squall,” he said. “I ain’t sayin’ which.” “No, but you know which it is,” smiled Dick. “It’s a storm.” Tucu glanced uneasily around at the horizon again. “Y’can’t help any in searchin’ the schooner,” he decided finally. “But y’can lie here an’ watch us.” “Then you don’t agree to a new deal?” “If we find the treasure you an’ the girl can have the schooner,” was the grinning retort. “Mebbe y’can ride out the storm an’ to land. I’ll leave y’on it.” “Then it’s a bargain?” The half-breed regarded him slow ly before replying. “Yes,” he said finally, “after y’ show me where them smuggled jewels is. Reck’n that’s fair.” “You’re not greedy, Captain Tucu, are you?” laughed Dick. “You want the treasure and the smuggled goods. What do I get?” “The girl and the schooner,” leered the other. “And if the schooner goes down in the storm I lose both.” “No, y’can swim fur it. Two on a raft’s more comfortable than one, an’ that’s the way y’was when we picked y’up.” Dick nodded. He had gained his point. Nothing would happen to him or Rose while they searched the schooner for the mythical treasure. In the meantime, almost anything might happen—a ship appear or a storm break. “We’U call it a deal,” he said finally. His ready compliance awakened the other’s suspicion. “Y’ got to help us in one way,” he added. "You an’ that girl’s got to help us.” “How can we?” “By wheedlin’ it out of the cap tain. Mebbe he’ll listen to his daughter.” “I don’t know about that; but I’ll promise to do what I can. Let me see her.” Tucu was still suspicious, but as there was no other way he finally decided to grant this request. The sun was rising in the east when Dick was led by two of the Caribs to the captain’s cabin. His entrance into the cabin brought a little exclamation of de light from a dark corner. Rose Bed ford came forward to greet him. “Oh, they didn’t kill you!” she ex claimed eagerly. “I was afraid they had.” “No, I got a knock on the head, but it didn’t amount to much.” He glanced around him. The cabin was empty except for his two captors and a third Carib on watch at the entrance. Tucu hadn’t followed them. Dick took advantage of the opportunity to explain the situation to her. The Caribs didn’t under stand English. “Rose,” he said eagerly, “Tucu believes your father’s got some sort of a treasure aboard the schooner, and he’s after it. I told him I’d help him find it.” Instead of meeting him with glad eyes, her face darkened. Dick had an uncomfortable feeling that she was searching him with eyes of suspicion. “I promised,” he went on eager ly, “that we would help him search for the treasure.” “You promised that?” she repeat ed, slowly in a cold voice. Rose Is Angered at Dick's Agreement “Yes, to gain time," he contin ued. “While he’s looking for the treasure we may plan some way of escape. Tucu won’t leave until he’s searched every part of the schoon er, and that will take a day or two.” She was quiet a moment, her eyes vaguely restless and uncer tain. Dick had the impression that she was worried. “Why does Captain Tucu think there’s any treasure on the schoon er?” she asked slowly. Dick chuckled. “From the rav ings of your father. He heard him chatter about the prize he’d picked up.” “And do you think there’s any?” she added. Dick was on the point of answer ing negatively when a queer expres sion in her eyes arrested him. He glanced soberly at her, and then in stead of putting in a denial he coun tered with the question: “Do you? Is there any treasure on board?” She remained noncommittal, glancing from him to the two stal wart Caribs, whose sleepy eyes in dicated no interest in the conversa tion. Dick became suddenly dis turbed in mind. If there was any particular sum of money or gold or anything else of special value, he . had not improved matters by telling i Captain Tucu he would help him in [ the search for it. In fact, he felt j that he had complicated the situa ; tion. From the accusing eyes of ; the girl, he began to feel guilty of having betrayed a secret. “I didn’t know there was any i thing, Rose,” he said penitently. “I supposed your father’s chatter was all moonshine. I’m sorry if I’ve— ' I’ve blundered.” (TO BE CONTINUED) •■■■■■'IMPROVED J UNIFORM INTERNATIONAL SUNDAY I chool Lesson By HAROLD L. LUNDQUIST. D. D. Of The Moody Bible InaUtute of Chicago. Released by Western Newspaper Union. Lesson for September 8 Lesson subjects and Scripture texts se lected and copyrighted by International Council of Religious Education: used by permission. JESUS AND SINCERITY OF SPEECH LESSON TEXT—Exodus 20:16; Proverbs 26:23-28; Matt. 26:69-75. MEMORY SELECTlON—Wherefore put ting away lying, speak every man truth with his neighbor.—Ephesians 4:25. God is truth, and therefore any kind of lie is evidence of godless ness. Satan is the father of lies (John 8:44) and the father of all liars. I. The Prohibition of Lying (Exod. 20:16). This “thou shalt not” of God has to do primarily with perjury; that is, the telling of an untruth in court. This is one of the worst forms of lying, because it may result in the one against whom it is practiced los ing his liberty, his life or his prop erty, or the destruction of his good reputation. It is obvious, however, that the commandment covers all forms of lying, whether in business, in social contacts, in the home, or in the church. We might do well to con sider what the Bible has to say about whisperers, talebearers, back biters and others (see Lev. 19:16; II Cor. 12:20). 11. The Purpose of Lying (Prov. 26:23-26). Sometimes as one hears the con tinuous stream of lies which flow from the lips of some men, one is apt to feel that it is just a bad habit of careless talking which has be come a part of the life. There is, however, a real purpose behind the lies of men, and that is to deceive in order to get gain or advantage, or to cover up hatred. How much of all this there is in the world today—yes, and in the church. Those who profess to be the followers of Christ use the de vices of the devil in their relations with fellow members of the church. Christian workers who wish to ap pear greater than they are, or to look greater than others, use de ceit and lying. With what results? 111. The Punishment of Lying (Prov. 26:26-28; Matt. 26:75). One lie leads to, in fact calls for, another, and soon the liar has digged a pit so big that he stumbles and falls into it. He is like one who starts a great stone rolling, and 10, it rolls back on him and crushes him. Yes, in due time he is shown up before the entire congregation (v. 26). Then, too, the lie does harm to others. No matter what its nature —a half truth, or a truth used to deceive, or an outright falsehood— it bears awful fruit in the life of the one toward whom it is direct ed, or whose name is involved (v. 28). Once started, it is often im possible to stop. One cannot ever catch up with a lie. But there is also a horrible and bitter fruitage of lies in the life and the heart of the liar. Lies do “come home to roost,” and they make the heart and life of anyone who has a vestige of decency and honor left, miserably unhappy. Con sider Peter (Matt. 26:75). It is of the utmost importance that we stress before children and young people the awful results of lying, as well as its sinfulness. Lying and deceit are so commonly accepted in our day that many regard it as all right—if you don’t get caught. But the fact is, you always do get caught by God—yes, and by your own lie. IV. The Practice of Lying (Matt. 26:69-74). Sadly enough, the constant lying of the world seems to have infected the hninds and hearts of Christians. Instead of being cleansed from this worldly defilement they carry its awful tendencies into the church. The great lie within the church, and one of Satan’s prize exhibits, is the falsehood of modern relig ious liberalism (so-called), which is essentially a denial of real New Testament Christianity. Jesus said (v. 42) that if God is our Father we will accept him as the Christ. The one who speaks sweet words about the example, the manhood, the leadership of the Master, and who denies him his place as God, is clearly in mind here as the follower of the father of lies. Someone has suggested that the great spiritual problem of our day is not the conflict between the church and the world; nor is it to determine how the church can best serve in the world, but rather what to do about the world which has gotten into the church. How did worldliness get into the church? The members brought it there after they had gone out and warmed , themselves at the world’s fire, and fellowshiped with the world in un godly living. The denials made by Peter seem almost unbelievable in the life of one who had been in immediate fel lowship with the Lord and who had seen his glory. We have here a rev elation of the fact that “the heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked; who can know ! ttt” (Jer. 17:9). Chair, Shelf, Cornice That Harmonize Easily Made of Odd Bits of Lumber By Ruth Wyeth Spears OVER WOLL-ri _ , CUT at sides of frxti TffraTni mTiUIW MCM I! | || , | AND CLIPBOOKS ‘VjUBSBBI IT IS a combination of things that harmonize that make a home cozy and attractive. This corner of a room that was furnished with next to nothing proves that. The chair frame was made from odds and ends of lumber —no piece longer than 2*/ a feet. The shelf and matching cor nice also were made of scrap lumber. The curtains and chair cushion are of an inexpensive cotton print. • * * This chair is made with pattern 265; and the scallops with No. 207. The cur tain idea is from the booklet Make Your Bake sweeter, tastier bread! SCHMANN’S YEAST NO WAITING— no extra steps! Full-strength — Fleischmarm’s fresh active Yeast goes right to work. Makes sweeter, finer bread! And makes it fasterl You can be surer of tender, smooth texture—light ness— delicious, flavor every time! IF YOU BAKE AT HOME, insist on Fleischmann’s fresh Yeast with the a familiar yellow label. It’s dependable— a m America’s tested favorite for more than Jj mm Here’s the simple, sure way enough for the average lawn. . f Th. $2.98 Quart Economy tO Danish those SCraggy, Sice make* 32 gallons. And mon.y-back^ffuantM!. r^*s “ ugly weeds that make your "v lawn look pock-marked and IT'S MAGIC 1 unkempt. Just dilute Weed- WHAT WEED-NO-MORE No-More with water, spray CAN DO! it on, and weeds disappear. Kill* all thoee wh<i When applied according to and many mora directions, most common lawn grasses are not harmed, soil is not injured. You dandelion save yourself hours of toil JA weed-no-more Is inexpensive, tool m gH Kills Weeds or Your CHICKWEED POISON IVY Money Back* *Uee according to directions on pack wjS jSjbjpK age. Allow at laaat three weeks tor kill ink action. It not satisfied that Weed _ No-More kills weeds , send package to RAGWEED POISON OAK >• ™nu/acfur.r end full purehum y price will be refunded. A PRODUCT OF SHERWIN-WILLIAMS RESEARCH DISTRIBUTED BY: Acao White Lead t Celer Works, Detroit W. W. Lawrence t Co., Pittsburgh • The Lowe Brothers Co., Daytea Joha Luces & Co., lac., Philadelphia • The Nlartiu-Seaoor Co., Chicofe Regers Poiat Products, lac, Detroit • The Sherwie-WUlhuBS Co., Clevehaid Own Curtains. Booklet and patterns art 15 cents each postpaid. Please mail re quests for booklet and patterns direct to: MRS. ROTH WYETH SPEARS Bedford Hills, N. Y. Drawer 10 Patterns and Booklet are 15 cents ; each. Name Address Genealogies of the Chinese Go Back to Ancient Time Some of the oldest records ill the world today are genealogies of the Chinese, who for numerous centuries have supplemented the history of their ancestors with facts about their own families and passed on the documents to their descendants, says Collier’s. One of these genealogies, pub lished in 1535 and now preserved in the United States, covers 81 generations of a family that origi nated before 1100 B. C.