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J11E1LAST VOYAGE OF 4rJ?AMAlAflJ?S W WfU Y?.paM.ydYmrw l : ( Thr Rtory opens with the Introduction of Jolii Stephens, adventurer, a Massa chusetts rnasi marooned by- authorities at Valparaiso, Chile. ltlng Interested In mlnincr operations in Uollvla. he was de nounced by Chile as an insurrectionist nnd as a consequence was hiding. At his tiotel liis attention was attracted by an KnKlishinan and a youns woman. Stephens rescued the voting: woman from a drunken officer. lie was thanked by her. Admiral of the Peruvian navy con Vionteri Stephens, told him that war had beenyWrlared between Chile and Peru and jfiffered him the office of captain. He rieaifrd that that nlsht l.he Esmeralda, a Chilean vessel, phoulcl be captured. Stephens accepted the commission. Stephens met a motlev crew, to which he was assigned. He pave them final in structions. They boarded the vessel. They Fuccessfully captured the. vessel supposed to be the Esmeralda, through strategy. -'npt. Stephens pruve directions for the de ' parture of the craft. Ho entered tho cab in and discovered the English woman and her maid. Stephens quickly learned the wrong vessel had been captured. It was T.ord Darlington's private yacht, the lord's wife and maid being aboard. He explained the situation to her lady ship. Then First Mate Tuttle laid bare the plot, saying that the Sea Queen had been taken in order to go to the Antarc tic 1 circle.. Tuttle explained that on n former voyage lie had learned that the l)oia Isabel was lost in 17rr!. He had found it frozen in a huge case of ice on an telnnd and contained much gold. Stephens consented to be the captain of the expedition. Ho told J.ady Darlington. She was greatly alarmed, but expressed confidence in him. The Sea Queen encountered a vessel in the fog. Stephens attempted to communicate. This caused n fleree strugglo nnd he was overcome. Tuttle finally squaring the sit uation. Then the Sea Queen headed south again. Under Tuttle's guidance the ves sel made progress toward its goal. De Nova, the mate, told Stephens that he believed Tuttle, now acting as skipper, insane because of Ills queer actions. Stephens- was awakened by crashing of glass. He saw Tuttle In the grip of n wpasm of religious mania and overcame Itim. The sailor t'pon regaining his senses was taken ill. Tuttle commuted suicide by shooting. TTpon vote of the crew Stephens assumed the leadership and thfl men decided to continue the treasure hunt, the islands being supposed to be only 200 miles distant. Tuttle was buried In the sea. Lady Darlington pronouncing the service. Stephens awaking from sleep saw the ghost, supposed to have formed the basis for Tuttle's religious mania. Upon advice of Lady Darlington, Stephens started to probe the ghost. He cime upon Lieut. Sanchez, the drunk en officer he had humbled In Chile. Ho found that at Sanchez Inspiration, En gineer McKnlght played "ghost" to scaro the men into giving up the quest. Steph ens announced that the Sea Queen was at the spot where Tuttle's quest was sup posed to be. The crew wns anxious to go on in further search. De Nova and Steph ens ono,uered them In a flt fight. Lady Dnrling'on thanked him. The Sea Queen started northward. Sne was wrecked In n fog. sTr-phens, De Nova, Lady Darlington and Jir mntl being among those to set out In .1 life boat. Ten were rescued. Stephens saw only one chance In a thou sand for life. Lady Darlington confessed her love to Stephens and he did likewise. Lady Darlington told her life story; how she had been bartered for a title, her yearning for absent love. She revealed herself as the school chum of Stephens' sister. She expressed a wish to die in the sea rather than face her former friends nni go back to the old life. A ship was sighted. Tho craft proved to b a derelict. They boarded her. She was frozen tight with hundreds of years of ice. The ves sel was the Donna Isabel, lost In 175.1, 1-G years previous. The frozen bodies of the former crew were removed. Thev read the log of the Isabel, which told how tho Spaniards had died from cold, one by one. Lady Darlington sang to prevent the men from becoming moody. Tho crew commenced the hunt for treasure. They found the iron chest, said to contain a part of 3,C'00,(X0 pesos, firmly Imbedded In ice. Ladv Darlington expressed the belief that it would never benefit the men, for she said the Donna Isabel would never reach port. The men got a lust for gold. Stephens quelled it by whipping one. The Donna Isabel showed Indications of sink ing. They prepared to depart with what treasure had been found. The next morn ing thev departed. Stephens went back to try to rescue Cole, a gold-crazed negro, who was hunting 'treasure In the hold. Stephens plunged into the Icy sea a mo ment before the Donna Isabel sank. His mates rescued him, tho negro being lost. CHAPTER XXIX. Continued. linythlng the women managed to bear up Letter than the men, but whether this was because of their dis positions, or failure to comprehend ful ly the desperation of our situation, I am unable to say. Yet outwardly they seemed to retain courage longer. However, their eyes told me plain ly enough how heavily the hours resfel upon them. I saw comparative ly YySe of Celeste, as she chose a po sltlvi near the foot of the mast, and remained there much of tho time, wrapped warmly in blankets, minis tered to by De Nova, who sat beside her. But Doris remained aft with me, resting when I was off duty, but Bit ting wide awake, her head touching my knee whenever it was my trick at the tiller. It seems a strange thing to say. yet I believe it was the very cer tainty of death which kept her strong, self-reliant, almost happy. Not for one instant did she consider our final res cue as possible. She lived in her love for me, utterly insensible to tho drear surroundings, and merely anxious to prolong our life together. It was a revelation to me of a woman's heart, a woman's constancy. May I never forget the clasp of her hand, tho ten der lovelight in her gray eyes, the words of faith and hope on her Hps, as we sat thus through those long hours battling against the sea, the motionless forms of the blanketed sleepers alone evidencing other hu man life within the boat. It was her presence, her love, her inspiration, which stiffened bio to the continued performance of a labor growl jg harder with each day. It became easy to see what this meant to us all. . It was neither hun ger nor thirst, although I felt it safer to put all upon short rations from the beginning, but rather tho awful, con tinuous strain of hopeless loneliness She Still Sat at My Knee, in that vast desert of ocean. The con templation of It maddened us one mo ment into frenzy, and depressed us the next into profound melancholy. :Wo could not shake it off; awake or iu dreams It held us to slavery. Every where, everywhere tho name eternal swell of the seas, the same eternity of clouded sky, the same dull, dead monotony of scene and motion, hour after hour, day after night. It drove us mad, crushing down upon the brain as though it was a real weight, merci less, agonizing. The air remained frosty, the southwest wind chilling, the spray which slapped into our faces icy cold. Our fingers stiffened with cold, our bodies snook from the chill; only beneath the warmth of the blankets could we find comparative comfort. Hour after hour the men lay, curled up and motionless, only crawling forth reluctantly to take their turn on watch. Our greatest effort was to keep the straining cord age free from ice, and to prevent its formation along the gunwale or at tne bows, over which spray dashed in constant shower. Good God, how those hours dragged, with the same heartless scene with out, the same hopeless faces within! Most of us continued to live merely because we could not die. Indiffer ence took the place of hope, and we performed our simple tasks automatic ally, nlmost unconsciously. Johnson, De Nova and I took our tricks at the helm, with one man always awake forward to manage, the running gear, and only once during those first six days were wo compelled to lower bur sail or take a reef In the jib. Then a fierce squall come tearing down upon us from out the northwest, a swift, sharp blow, heralded by a blinding snow flurry which kicked up an ugly sea, lashing us with heavier stinging spray, and coating every thing with ice. For seven hours we fought in 'a blinding smother, every man awake, crouching beneath blank ets, the women stowed away under the thwarts, and De Nova and I at the tiller, tho huge surges pounding against our backs, as we thus kept them from sweeping the laboring boat fore and aft, and swamping her. I never believed we could weather it, the increasing waves tossing us about like a cork, yet, as the dawn broke, we succeeded in broaching to, with canvas drag holding her, and the very moment I realized she would ride safely I fell forward dead asleep. Either Doris or one of the men cov ered me with blankets, my icy cloth ing drying on my body. But It was Doris who welcomed me back to life again, as a little glimpse of westering sun grew barely visible through a rift in the dun clouds, with the mainsail again spread, and the longboat leaping to the foaming summits. Oh, but it was worth all suffering just to read the confession of her eyes, and to feel her bend down over mo in sudden tenderness! I am not ashamed that the tears dimmed my eyes so I could scarcely see her deaa face or that my voice choked so I could do no moro than whhpcr her name. Sho raust Yielding Me New Courage. have understood, for her soft hands touched my cheek, and so we rested for a long time, scarcely exchanging a word between us. , It was later 'that same day, just at the edge of twilight, when Kelly called, "A sail!" pointing eagerly out over the port quarter. Then, some upon knees, some standing, we all saw it, a misty, white reflection, show lug vague against the darkening hori zon. I know not what it really was a gleam of canvas, a speck of cloud, or the pinnacle of an iceberg but as we swept toward it, the night dropped down over the waters blotting the last faint vestige from view.Yet we hung on desperately, the man staring out into the black void, grumbling and cursing, until the long night wore away with no reward! That was about the last I recall clearly; afterwards all grew Indis tinct, commingled, confused. It was like a dream rather than reality. I performed my work as before, the in stincts of a seaman leading me right 1, and out of the mist numerous -incidents arise to memory proving .that I observed and thought. Never can I forget the sight of that narrow boat, tossing about on the crests of great seas, or plunging down Into the black hollows; tho green water pouring in cataracts over the gunwale; tho con stant balling; the wet, soggy blankets; tho moaning of wind through the icy cordage; the flapping of the sail; the gray masses of water curling over us in continuous threatening; the awful expanse of ocean revealed by day light; the black loneliness through which' we swept at night. We ceased to talk, to think, even, growing more and moro sullen, moody, dull-eyed, cramped of limb and benumbed of brain. We sat silently staring into the smother, forever beholding themlragcs of distorted minds. Men would spring to their feet, yelling out some discov ery, only to sink back again, with ghastly faces burled in their hands. It was all illusion; the waves, the clouds mocking us, even our voices sounding unnatural, our faces growing unfa miliar. Only Doris; Doris did not change not, at least, to my eyes. Ay, she be came whiter, weaker, the shadows growing darker beneath her eyes, yet sho still sat at my knee, looking up Into my face, yielding mo new courage out of her heart of hearts. God knows I believe ,she saved me, saved mo from going mad, saved mo with the power of her love held mo sane, held me steadfast, wheq the very soul iu me had given way. I think of those ether faces now with a shudder. It scms as if all that was human hod gone out of us; we were no longer men, only things. We crawled about. We growled rather than used articn late speech, bruised by the constant buffeting of tho sea, sore with the smart of salt water, chilled through by the Icy wind, we enarled like wild beasts, our eyes bloodshot, our faces haggard and unclean. I know not how long It endured. 1 lost all track of day and night. 1 merely remember this and that out of n ummioMBrmmaifltLmL ccmarACMGLVfctce sets tho mist, Doris gray eyes ever upon me, her hand clasping mine; Celeste lying motionless day after day under the blankets; De Nova rocking back and forth, striving to sing, or creeping aft to the tiller, with his body shaking as though he had a palsy; Johnson, never, moving, his head sunk Into his chest, his gaze out over the bows; Mc Knlght curled up as a dog lies, some times cursing fiercely, only to break off and cry like a child. I remember when the boom swung about, pitching Sanchez headlong and breaking his leg; how we pulled it back'into posi Hon with a sickening snap, binding it there firmly, while beads of perspira tion told the Chilean's pain. I recall that other day when Dade suddenly stood up, his eye3 staring dully out into the fog-bank which wrapped us about, extended his hands, smiling, and said: "Sure, I'm comln", ol' pal," and stepped overboard. We- grabbed for him, but ha went down and never came up again. McKnlght was tho first to speak. "He had his pocket3 full o' gold. I saw him takin' it las' night." There was a fierce storm of oaths, the faces of the men wolfish and sav age as they glared down into the wa ter; but Kelly fell on his knees and began to pray. It almost seems to me that this was the last, though it could not have been. There were hours after that, perhaps even days and nights, when I lived without really knowing that I lived. It was a period of fancies, phan toms, dreams, weird and fantastic, haunting horrors that left all reality blank. I know that Johnson helped me at the tiller while De Nova lay prone in the bottom of the boat, some times talking to himself, occasionally lifting his head to peer over the side. What ho said had no meaning, Just a Jumble of French words, and he smiled like that dead Spaniard in the cabin of the Donna Isabel. I know that Sanchez, who had brave ly done all he could in spite of his broken leg, fell into the deliri um of fever, screamed for hours that he was dying, and had at last to be bound fast in his blankets. I know Kelly came creeping aft with a knife in his hand, imagining he had been robbed, and I had to knock him flat with the tiller-bar, the boat falling off Into tho trough of the sea and nearly capsizing before I oould get her head about again. Doris was bending over Sanchez, who seemed to have an in terval of sanity at the moment that was the last I remember; then, I think, I pitched over against Doris when she came back to me, and every thing went dark. CHAPTER XXX. In Which We Come to the End. I was lying between white sheets In a rather wide berth when I came again to consciousness, a yellow glow of sunlight streaming in through an open port, and the clanking sound of machinery in my ears. I closed my eyes again, wearily, my head reeling yet from the delusions of the past. No, this was real a steamer, rising and falling on the swell, but pushing stead ily forward to the rapid revolutions of the screw. I could hear the tramping of feet on deck, even the slush of the sea without. I opened my eyes again, watching a curtain wave to the fresh air rushing in through the port, and then I turned my head on tho pillow. Doris sat on a low stool gazing out through the aperture on the sea, her face partially turned away. She looked pale, careworn, her eyes heavy and sad. Suddenly she turned her glance In my direction, and sprang up with a glad cry. "Oh, Jack, you have been lying there so long unconscious!" I could only clasp her hands and gaze into the depths of her gray eyes. "I have proved rather a poor speci men of a man, I fear, dear," I con fessed at last, ashamed of my weak ness. "How long?" "It is three days since we were brought on board, and we were a day and night in the boat after you lost consciousness." I endeavored to think It out, to com prehend. Sho leaned farther over, her lips touching my cheek. "Don't worry about it, Jack; every thing is all right now. Johnson took your place at tho tiller, and and we were picked up." (TO BE CONTINUED.) Recognized Work of Women. After . the Franco-Prussian war, "The Service Cross for Women and Girls" was established in recognition of their aid during the war. The dec oration consists of an Iron cross en cased In silver. Know When to Stop. Talking is like playing the harp. There Is as much in laying the hand on the strings to stop their vibration as . In twanging them to bring out the music Holmes. BURGLAR STEALS BULLDOG; . . OWNER VOICES DISGUST SUPPOSEDLY VICIOUS CANINE LOOT OF THIEF W.HO TAKE3 HIM AWAY AT NIGHT. Montclalr, N. J. Charles B. Stux ge3, whose home Is In South Moun tain avenue, has taken off his hat to the underworld. J If the enterprising thief who vis ited Sturges place recently and stole the fierce-appearing, wild-eyed, iron Jawed, long-fanged, foam-flecked brindle bulldog which Sturges pur chased recently to protect his home against night marauders, will make himself known, the Montclalr man will glye to him the collar, muzzle. The Two Went Away Together as Nicely as Could Be. leash, blanket, whip, tar soa$, flea powder mango lotion, distemper cure and illuminated pedigree that belong to the dog. Sturgc3 has no more use for them. He had planned to exhibit his brindle bull at the dog show and make a de termined fight for first prize for fero ciousness. Now he has changed his mind. He has decided that what he thought was a brindle bulldog really is, despite its frightening appearance, an alblno-llv-ered cross between a lamb and a rab bit, with a streak of turtle dove thrown in. The feeling here is that if the brindle hybrid does not guard the underworld any better than It guarded the Sturges home, in a little while the police will have all Its den izens behind the bars, and the thief who stole the brindle will be sorry he didMt. When Sturges purchased the brin dle he took it home and boasted to his neighbors that any burglar who intruded upon hl3 premises would be chewed to bits. He went to bed feel ing that everything was safe, and say ing to himself what a blessing it was to have a faithful, four-legged protec tor roaming the grounds outside. The burglar seemingly greeted him like a long-lost brother, and the two went away together as nicely as could be, with the tail of the brindlo war ing a by-by toward the Sturges home. The thief . evidently decided enough glory had come to him for one night In stealing a brindle bulldog, because lie made no effort to break Into the house. WOMAN FIGHTS A MAD CAT Club Member Rescues Housewife, But Not Until She Is Severely Bitten. Cleveland, O. A gigantic Maltese cat, with lashing tall and fiery eyes, was a prisoner in the cellar or 412 East Fourth street a few days ago, unconsciously awaiting its execution er, an armed agent of the Humane so ciety. The ca thad been a pet for several years In the family of Mrs. Max Adams. The housewife attempted to stroke tho animal the other day, when it sprang at her, viciously clawing and biting her. The woman succeeded in warding off the cat's leap at her throat, but it clung to her left arm and sank Its fangs repeatedly Into the flesh near the elbow. Several members of the Unlversltj club heard Mrs. Adams' screams and hurried to her rescue. By the time she reached a physician's office het arm had swollen to twice Its normal size, and she was almost overcome by the pain. The wound was cauterized, but tht possibility of more serious results are feared. It Is believed that the cat was at tacked by some other animal suffer ing from rabies. The Humane soci ety was ntoifled, and Richard Sulli van was sent to 'the house. . The cat eluded him and hid in the basement. As he was unarmed he barricaded the place to prevent the animal's escape and promised to re turn with a net and gun to capture and kill It. Many In Federal Employ." Washington. There were 28,947 persons In the federal employ in Wash ington on July 1 last; the annual pay roll for them Is $31,541,225, an aver age of nearly $1,100 each. It Is a Mistake Many have the idea that anything will sell if advertised ttroug enough. This Is a great mistake. True, a few sales might be made by advertis ing an absolutely worthless article but it Is only the article that is bought again and again that pays. An ex ample of the big success of a worthy article is the enormous pale that has grown up for Cascarets Candy Cathar tic. ThU wonderful record is the result of great merit successfully made known through persistent advertising and the mouth-to-mouth recommendation given Cascarets by its friends and users. Like all great successes, trade pi rates prey on the unsuspecting public, by marketing fake tablets similar la appearance to Carcarets. Care should always be exercised in purchasing well advertised goods, especially an article that has a national Bale like Cascar ets. Do not allow a Substitute to bo palmed off on you. HE'D HAD SOME HARD KNOCKS. "Fortune knocks once at every man's door." "Fortune Is a knecker, all right." A BURNING ERUPTION FROM HEAD TO FEET "Four years ago I suffered severely with a terrible eczema, being a mass of sores from head to feet and for six weeks confined to my bed. During that time I suffered continual torture from itching and burning. After being given up by my doctor I was advised to try Cuticura Remedies. After the first bath with Cuticura Soap and ap plication of Cuticura Ointment I en joyed the first good sleep during my entire illness. I also used Cuticura Resolvent and the treatment was con tinued for about three weeks. At tho end of that time I was able to bo about the house, entirely cured, and have felt no ill effects since. I would advise any person suffering from any form of skin trouble to try the Cuti cura Remedies, as I know what they did for me.' Mrs. Edward Nenning. 1112- Salina St. Watertown, N. Y., Apr. 11, 1909." The Miser of Sag Harbor. "Economy," said Daniel W. Field, tho millionaire shoe manufacturer of Boston, who at the age of forty-five has entered Harvard, "economy is es sential to wealth, but by economy I don't mean niggardliness. "Too many men fail to attain to wealth because they practise a cheeseparing and mean economy that gets everybody down on them. "They practise, in fact, an economy like that of old William Brewster of Sag Harbor. William, you know, would never buy oysters because he couldn't eat shells and all." He Had Been Observing. "Why don't you call your invention the 'Bachelor's Button?' " I asked my friend, who was about to put on the market a button that a man could at tach without needle or thread. "I fear that the appellation would imply too much restrictiveness," he answered. "You see," he went on, giv ing me one of his knowing smiles, "I expect to do just as much business with the married men as with the bachelors." Tactful. A woman'with a pronounced squint went to a fashionable photographer. 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