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3*. v-v ass* SO? Ufe I LAST VOYAGE c/ f/?ff 1 DONNA ISABEL By Randall Parrish A thor of *"Bch Hampton qf TPtactr," *tc. Illustration* by Dearborn Melvil! Copyright A C. MoC'lur* Co.. IVU. npac riurlltiy into 11(3 SaW« dust, while De Nova exhibited Ills white tooth In a grin. The eyes of the two men met. "I rather guess your papers won't cut mueh lee in this yere affair," re turnsd the former with deliberate in solence, "being as how wo don't eillier of us give a tinker's dam' fer Peru, If If you'll pardon my savin' so plainly." His mask had disappeared as by magic, and I realized instantly the real nature of the man. "You mean no enlistment has been made, either by you, or the men under you?" "That's Just about the size of It, mister," his tone full of unconcealed contempt, his leg flung once again over the arm of the chair. "We agreed to do this one particular job fer a cer tain consideration, but we're none of us Peruvian sailor-men, and conse quently don't give a hang for your papers. Ain't that about it, De Nova?" The Creole nodded, still smiling pleasantly, the blue smoke curling lazily up from the eud of his cigarette. Evidently the two were actively on gaged in taking my measure, and this was to be a case of man against man, rather than the exercise of any dele gated authority. I might as well throw my commission into the fire for any real value it possessed here. AJ1 right I had met and attended to their kind before. "I am delighted to understand the situation so clearly and quickly," 1 Tuttle Wheeled and Stared, His Jaw Working Savagely. said, sharply, throwing a note of au thority into my voice and manner. "It simplifies my task. Now listen to me, Mr. Tuttle," giving him his formal title, "and you likewise, Do Nova. I probably care as little for those pa pers as either of you, but, neverthe l«sit I am in command. Do you both cieany comprenena tnat?—i am in command! It will be just as well for you not to attempt any horse-play. I am no dago sea-officer, but a North American sailor, and I didn't come crawling Into my first ship through a cabin window. I've tamed mutinous crews before now, and when I'm up against sea-scum I can hit as hard as the next fellow. If either of you de sire to test my qualities as a bucko mate, I'm here to accommodate you." Neither answered, but I read their conclusion in "ieir eyes. "That's all I need to Bay now," I Went on. "It's up to you to fish or cut bait. You fellows have nothing to. KEtin by opposing me, and I hope you possess sense enough to know it. De Nova, where have I ever met you bo fore?" The Creole's face Instantly bright ened again, his white teeth gleaming raider the black mustache. •'So monsieur remember," he lisped gently, leaning forward on the table. thought maybe you forget altogeth er 'bout zat time. But I know you at once w'en you come in. It make me laugh to see zis Yankee try bait you like you was a dago steamfcoater. Bah, I know you all right for sailor-man I know you do business." "But I am unable to place you." fegfe "No, not yet maybe you will w'en I say more." He spoke rapidly, ges ticulating with excitement "It was a little ship off Hatteras ze Btorm five days an" all wreck. It was a steamer, w*ite, wlss red stacks, zat took off ze crew, an' it was hell of a job. Zat was sestory, monsieur I was mate of ze beline." I knew him then instantly, my mem ory pasturing anew the cold, gray dawj, the green, angry Seas, the help less,' iodderi hulk heaving sickeningly to its death, and those water-drenched forms we hauled over the sinking rail Into our tossing boat. I held forth hand, and his brown fingers, hard •".A as iron, closed over It In a grip to be fclt •gv "Sure. It's time back, mate," I said. canjiount onjou." uaric eyes met mine in frank honesty. "Running arms for the Cuban revo lutionists then, weren't you?" I asked, indifferently. "What since?" He shrugged his shoulders, glancing across at Tuttle, and fingering his mustache. "Sucre! It has been as ze devil drove," easily. "Ze last was sandal wood in ze South sea3. I care little, so /e pay be good." we'll get down to facts," and I :-:at bar! in the chair fronting the two of them. "Mr. Tuttle, how many men have you enlisted for thl3 affair?" 'Twenty." "Those fellows out yonder?" and I nodded toward the closed door. IIa exhibited his yellow teeth, his eyes narrowing. "They'll be about all ye'll want to tackle, I guess." he volunteered, with some assumption of cheerfulness, "un less niavbe you decide to turn this expedition Into piracy, an' give 'em half the spoils. They're that sort, all right." I straightened back in my chair, my jaws set hard, my gaze endeavoring vainly to catch and hold his shifty eye. "Mr. Tuttle," I said, sternly, "as I understand matters I am captain this cruise, and you're mate. Whenever I desire your advice I'll probably ask for It. Just at present please confine yourself to my questions. What crew have vou?" The" expression of his face was angry enough, yet he evidently thought best to answer civilly. "First and second officers, boatswain and gunner, five coal-heavers, the rest seamen." "Nationality?" "Every mongrel race under the sky." "Vou have no engineer?" Couldn't pick up any however, there's one on board, and, no doubt, we can persuade him to stick to the job." The man's manner and tone re mained surly and Insolent, but I gripped my indignation and held back the hot words burning my tongue. It was necessary that I make the best of it now, but after we were once safely at sea I intended very shortly to take the measure of this Yankee whaletaan. My eyes wandered toward the ollve tlnted face of De Nova, barely visible through the enveloping smoke of his cigarette. The latter nodded cheer fully, as though he Interpreted my thought. "Oh, ze men was all right, mon deur," he put in, smilingly. "Maybee a bit rough, but, sacre, w'at would you?" his shoulders rising to the ques tion. "Mr. Tuttle he grumble, but It was all bark. I know him, an' I raz zer have him so zan hear him talk to ze spirits w'en he do zat, it make me sick, by gar!" "You blaspheming, mongrel infidel," the whaleman's nasal voice rising shrill with anger. "I don't have to count beads in ordtr to lift my soul to the other World." "There: Is liable to be fighting enough before morning," I Interposed, sharply, fearing a quarrel, "without comrades falling out about their be lief. Leave that for lubbers ashore to argue over. Now tell me wlyit ar rangements have been made for board ing the Esmeralda?" Tuttle spat into the sawdust, his gaze still on De Nova. "Two boats concealed beneath the piling of the Mercantile Company's coal wharf a whaleboat and a cutter." "Any arms?" "A dozen rifles, six in each boat." I arose to my feet, glancing at my watch In the dim light He had not given me the customary "sir" in any of his replies, yet I ignored the omis sion, willing for the time being to sink formality for the sake of action. "Very well, Mr. Tuttle. Have your men there in an hour from now. They had better travel in parties of two and see that they start out sober. You understand these orders clearly, I hope, sir—have them there in an hour, sober. De Nova, you must know how to bring sailor-men to their senses get busy with that gang. Now work •rapidly and quickly, both of you, for If we get caught, this Is likely to be a hanging matter for all of us." I stared at the two of them for jutt an instant—De Nova on his feet, Tut tle leaning forward la his chair—and stepped forth into the outer room, closing the door behind ma. A drunken yell greeted my re-entrance Into the boisterous crowd, but ignor ing everything, glancing neither to right nor left, I picked my way through the motley gathering out into the wel come blackness of the night ,w 'CHAPTER V. 11 In Which We Gain the Deck. I paused a moment amid the dense shadows to reflect more carefully upon some of the details of our night's work. For the first time I clearly realized the desperate nature of this adventure upon' which I was so reck lessly embarked. Could we once at tain the yacht's deck unobserved and make our attack with sufficient swift ness do prevent the discharge of fire arms, the rest might be accomplished without great risk of discovery, bar ring some unexpected mishap.' The very audacity of such an attempt was strongly in bur favor. If we succeeded In silently warping the Esmeralda be yond range of the guns of the shore batteries all real and Immediate dan ger would he over. Probably not a war vessel la the harbor had steam up, and, If they did, no Chilean war ship could hope to overhaul us when once fairly at sea. I gave the personnel of the crew Tuttle. had collected brief considera tion. They were no rougher than I should naturally: expect men to be who were volunteering for such a task. I&slde Jack ashore and_J.a£kjit pea JLbERDEEK DEMOCRAT, FRIDAY, APRIL 2, 1909 are two widely'dnrerfng personailtles 1 once sobered and on shipboard, steadied somewhat by the perils of their position, and exhilarated by the promised reward, they would doubtless prove efficient enough. Tuttle might require a lesson in sea etiquette, and, he did. I felt perfectly confident of my ability to administer it promptly and forcibly. As for De Nova, 1 had no doubt that he would prove himself a good man. So, altogether, my spirits rose as I thus contemplated a definite plan of action. The movement on the water was only the merest ripple, with the riding lights of the various ships at anchor reflected back as from a giant mir ror. Two vessels, a full-rigged ship and a small schooner, lay close in shore, apparently deserted, their decks gloomy wastes, their bare spars stiek ing up skeleton-like and ghostly. Farther out, and somewhat to the left, a yellow lantern, perhaps in the bow of a guardboat, 'bobbed about, zig-zag I ging here and there like some erratic star. It was some time before I could locate with any certainty the partic ular vessc' I sought. The harbor was littered w..h sea craft of every de I scriptlon, and my knowledge regarding the Esmeralda was most meager, be ing merely her point of anchorage, and that she was a large steam-yacht, schooner rigged. Finally, into the focus of the leveled glasses there crept Indistinctly the delicate tracery of her bow, rendered tuore plainly visible beneath the green radiance of her riding lamp. Lights were showing faintly through several portholes amidships, certain proof that she was not entirely deserted yet tie cabins aft were dark, and the only moving figure I could distinguish with certainty was slowly pacing back and forth along the lee rail of the poop. Suddenly, out from the enveloping smudge, came a shower of sparks and a red glare, and, a moment later, I traced the outlines of a steam launch cleaving the black water. It quickly vanished behind the fog wreaths hang ing to seaward, the faint sound of Its churning dying away, leaving the si lent loneliness behind more solemnly impressive than ever. Only from off the land came echoing the noises of men—the loud vivas, the reiterated boom of explosives, the ceaseless blare of bands. The scene became oppressive in Its barrenness, and I felt the need -of movement to overcome Its weakening effect upon the nerves. This was to be a night of action, not of dreams, so I groped my uncertain path back along the littered wharf and around the curve of the shore line, beneath the gloomy shadows of coal sheds. Of lights there were comparatively none, if I except the uncertain glimmer of rockets along the water's surface, and I was consequently compelled to feel my way from object to objsct like a blinded man. Still, the ccurse was sufficiently familiar so that I success fully maintained both footing and di rection, finally emerging safely close beside the spot appointed for our ren dezvous. There was considerable open space here, the Mercantile Company's sheds standing some 30 feet back of the shore line, and their wharf for the unloading of barges extending more than 50 feet out into the harbor. I could dimly perceive a great crane at the farther extremity, with dan gling buckets, outlined against the sky. The night was too dark foi me to decipher the face of my watch, yet it could not now be long before the arrival of the men. I crouched down beside a post to await their coming, once again searching the harbor with my night-glasses. The company at last arrived by twos from out the enveloping gloom, silent ly grouping themselves amid the shad ows. I could distinguish an occasional gruff cough, and the shuffling of feet, but there was no sound of conversa tion or hilarity. Evidently De Nova had sufficiently sobered them to their duty. At last one man detached himself from among the crowd and moved stealthily forward. I met him at the shore end of the wharf, peered into his face, half-concealed beneath the visor of his cap, until I recognized the fellow. "Crew all here, Mr. Tuttle?" "Yes, sir," he answered, startled by my sudden appearance into courteous response, "but mighty uneasy to be Off." "They shall not be delayed. Get th* Doats out at once. You are to take charge of the whaleboat and I will accompany De Nova in the cutter. Pull silently to the end of the wharf and lie by there to await instructions. Do your men understand the boats they are assigned to?" "Ay. ay, sir." ..• "Very well, then get the boats out and the crews aboard. Not a sound, remember, for.there are guards patrol ling the harbor." I must confess this preparatory work was well and smartly accomplished, the men the merest silent shadows as they hauled the two hidden boats forth from concealment and quietly took their assigned places at the oars. Tuttle'8 crew was first afloat, De Nova experiencing some difficulty from attempting to load too' near shore, in somewhat shallow water. "Drop overboard, two of you, and shove off," I ordered, finally. "Lively now, lads, but no splashing". The two fellows in the stern low ered themselves into the shallow wa ter, bending down so as to put their shoulders against the planks for a heave. Suddenly, not three feet dis tant a smudge of shadow uplifted, and I became conscious of a pallid human face gleaming faintly through the dark. Instantly I leaped toward it with such force as tp send the heavily laden boat swirling forward, the heav ing men plunging face downward into the watAr. Thar* «u ft vtixtlad ac clamation In Spanish, a short-arm blow shot Into a dimly revealed, half familiar face, a fierce grip at the throat, and the two of us were on the 1 sand, grappling like wild cats. Out of the water, dripping from their hath, the two seamen came to my aid, and, between us, we pinned the fellow to helpless silence. "Toss him Into the boat," I said, panting from exertion. "He will be safer with us than left ashore." I It appeared even darker out on the water than when we looked off upon It from the land, but, with a few cau tious strokes, we discovered the smudge which represented Tuttle's whaleboat, and trew up within an oar's length of where he lay waiting. "Mr. Tuttle," I began, speaking slowly and concisely so that the men In both boats could hear, "this is going to be no boy's play to-night, and I ex pect Irjiplicit obedience to my orders. Do exactly what I tell you and no more. You know the situation of the Esmeralda, and I want you to put your whaleboat In under her bow. If you keep a point east of north you can scarcely miss It. There is a lumping big brigantine anchored 100 feet be yond, with only a single light showing on her foremast. If you come up un der her shadow you are not likely to be seen before you drift down against the Esmeralda's cutwater. Make use or the anchor-chain, and get half a dozen msn quietly over the forecastle rail. Don't move from there until you receive some signal from me. Then olap down the forecastle scuttle, and make straight for the engine room. That will comprise the entire duty of your crew and, above all things, let It be accomplished silently. Don't per mit one of your men to carry a loaded firearm. Use belaying pins, if you need to, or a marllnspike, but no guns. De Nova and I will go in by way of the stern, and we will be responsible for the aXter-deck and the bridge. Has any one a question to ask?" There was no response, the only sounds audible being the soft lapping of the water and the deep breathing The Two of Us Were on the Sand, Grappling Like Wild Cats. of the men. I could distinguish them leaning eagerly forward, but the faces were undecipherable in the gloom. "You understand clearly?" "Ay, ay, Mr. Stephens," and Tuttle's nasal voice had completely lost all its former trace of Insolence. "Then pull away slowly and noise lessly don't hurry we'll give you plenty of time to get in. Good-by, and good luck to you." The balanced oars dipped gently Into the water, scarcely rippling it, and the sharp-stem metf whaleboat glided away into the surrounding blackness like a ghost "All right now, De Nova," I whis pered. "I'll go forward into the bow. Keep her head off about a point and watch out for signals." We slipped through the water si lently, the sound of the dipping oar blades little more audible than the suppressed breathing of the oarsmen. Confident that if any eyes were watch ing from the deck they were not like ly to be directed astern, we made wide detour, creeping cautiously In beneath the slight bulge of the yacht's side, until the fellow behind me fastened his boathook firmly into the after chains. Breathlessly we waited listening, but no sound reached us other than the slight hiss of escaping steam. "Hold hard!" I whispered, the word passing back from man to man. "Two remain with the boat, the rest follow me." I crept silently up into the chains and peered cautiously over onto the open deck. It was wrapped in dark ness and silence, the sole gleam of revealing 'light coming from out the Wen main-hatch, and that only the merest glimmer slightly illuminating the ship amidships. There was a lamp alight In the after-cabin, but the shades were drawn so closely I could scarcely perceive its presence. I be came aware that De Nova stood be* side me. "There is certainly no watchman att," I announced, softly, "unless he be found upon the other Bide of the cabin. Batten down the companlonway while I examine the deck. Two of you men come with me." We dropped over the low rail to gether, moving silently in our stock ing-feet The roof of the cabin, form ing .the quarter deck, extended clear to the rail. We groped over this shad owed space as though exploring a cave, encountering nothing except a few camp stools, although myfingers discovered a goodly -sized boat swing ing, from davits across the stern. From the opposite side we could peer for* ward toward the dim light streaming from out the hatch, the deck being thus fairly revealed as far as the fun net -Beyond all .remained .black and Impenetrable. A man saiTfipbn a"bench against the side of the galley, a dull red showing from Ills pipe bowl. Ills earliest knowledge of our presence was when the two men closed on his windpipe, and 1 pressed a revolver muzzle against his cheek. "Not a sound, Jack," I muttered sternly In Spanish, "or else your life pays for it." The pipe fell with a click to the deck, the fellow's eyes staring up at us, his opened mouth showing oddly amid a surrounding gray beard. A moment later, securely gagged and bound, we rolled his body close In against the rail. "I thought I heard a bit of a blow and a yelp on the fo'castle just now, sir," said one of the men, pointing eagerly forward. I stood still, intent ly listening, staring into the gloom. "Quiet enough there at present. Probably Mr. Tuttle has been attend ing to the for'ard watch. Come on, lads, and we'll join forces with him." Beyond all doubt the main deck was clear as far as the bridge, and, provid ing Tuttle's crew had attended to their share of the work, as far as the fo'castle head as well. We advanced cautiously, keeping close within the denser shade along the weather rail, pausing a moment to peer over the edge of the open hatchway into the illuminated space below. Two Ka nakas, naked to the waist, their slim, brown bodies glistening, each grasp ing the handle of a coal scoop, were backed up against a bulkhead con versing, while on a low stool, tipped back to a comfortable angle, his feet on the rounded crosspiece, a pipe In his mouth, his hands burled deep in his pockets, sat a white man, with red face and long, sandy mustaches. His brown overalls and pink under shirt told nothing distinctive, but the uniform cap, pushed well back on his bristling stock of hair, proclaimed him the vessel's engineer. As I drew back from this swift survey, Mr. Tuttle suddenly rounded the end of the chart house, and, with whispered word of inquiry to one of the men, advanced to meet me. "Well," I said as soon as certain of his identity, "the after-deck is ours without a blow what have you dis covered forward?" "Two men were posted on the fo' castle, sir," he returned, the disagree able nasal tone apparent even in his subdued voice. "We got them both, but Mason was pricked with a knife during the scuffle." "Did you close the fo'castle?" I questioned briefly. "All fast, sir, but I doubt if any of the crew are below." "Well, there are some down in the engine room, and the fellow In charge looks as If he might fight on occasion. Take half a dozen men with you, and jump below. The Kanakas won't make any serious trouble, but you had bet ter clap a gun to the engineer." I watched them as they swarmed like rats over the hatch-combing and dropped down into the light. There was a scurrying of bodies, a sharp ex change of blows, a yelp of alarm from the startled Kanakas, a stout volley of English oaths, and, when the tangle partially cleared away, the engineer was lying flat on his back, the knee of the big singer at Rodrigues' at his chest, and Tuttle holding a blue-bar reled revolver at his ear. I never be held an angrier man, but he was help less as a baby. Assured of the future of the engine room, I mounted the steps and took a hasty survey of both bridge and jvheelhouse.. They were unoccupied—tne vessel was entirely in our possession. CHAPTER VI. In Which We Attain the Open Sea. Our adventure had been successful ly accomplished through its first step now it remained to get safely out to sea. As I turned to retrace my steps to the deck I encountered De Nova coming up. "Pretty lucky job, monsieur," he said, jovially. "It was w'at you call se picnic, I bet. Ze companion was lock, an' ze guard posted. W'at more now for me?" "Relieve Mr. Tuttle In the engine room. Keep three men below there with you, and arm them as guards. Make the Kanakas do the firing, and hold the engineer to it with a gun at his head. You know enough about a stoke-hole to tell whether things are going right, don't you?" He nodded, and I could see the gleam of his white teeth. "Then get your steam up, but don't let those fellows fire so as to drive any flame out of the stack, and watch that Johnny Bull so that he can't put any kinks in the machinery. Don't take your eyes off him. Do you under stand the signals?" ... ., "Ay, ay, monsieur." "Then stand by. We'll tow out'at once with the boats, but I want you ready for business the very moment we cast off the lines. Send all the rest of the men on deck and ask Mr. Tuttle to report to me here Imme diately." I was not kept waiting. Two men came stumbling up the companlonway. together. I peered at them, uncertain of their identity in the gloom. "Is that you, Mr. Tuttle?" "Yes, sir. This is Johnson, one of the wheelsmen thought you would likely need. him, so I brought him along." "Very good. Johnson, go on up Into the wheelhouse.and see that all Is clear, in give you directions "later. Mr. Tuttle, we'll tow out until we get the Sweep of the sea fairly under our fore foot Get the lines out to the boats at once, with full crew at the oars. You are to take command, and I shall have to trust you for the course, as we can't risk signaling. I presume you are aeaualnted-with the harbor, llEhtaf" ISf "fiSSit* Tn "liere eight times in ten years without a pilot." "Then you ought to know the course, but take no chances feel your way, only keep the ropes taut. Have you any man fit to take charge of the second boat? I need De Nova below." "The boatswain, sir that big fellow with the scar." "What's his name?" "Bill Anderson." "All right put him In the cutter. Leave me three men on deck, and post the best one of the lot at the stern line ready to cast off. As soon as you get the ropes out I'll slip the anchor chain, and leave the flukes in the mud. Work lively now we must be well out at sea before daylight." He stood leaning against the rail, peering uut over the water, his hands shading his eyes. "Have you spotted any guardboats with your glasses?" he questioned, un easily. "Only that one yonder see, the yel low light just rounding the stem of that big brig. There was a steam-launch out there to the west about 20 minutes ago, but it seems to have disap peared." "Swallowed up in the feg likely," he admitted, snuffing the air like a pointer dog. "We'll find It banked pretty heavy outside, or I'm a lubber. Well, so much the better for our job. All right, Mr. Stephens, I'm off, and we'll have you in tow In a jiffy. I'll put the nigger at the stern line he's the best all-round hand on board." However I may have disliked and distrusted the whaleman he certainly proved himself an able seaman and a smart officer. He comprehended every detail of his work, and held his men to It finely. Within 20 minutes we W9re in motion, moving slowly, yet steadily, toward the black vacancy outlined by the harbor lights on either hand. There was no disturbing sound to be tray progress, the yacht's sharp cut water cleaving Its passage through the liquid with the merest faint ripple, scarcely leaving a gleam of white foam behind, the oars dipping silently, the two lines held taut to the strain. Ex-' ultant, I climbed once again to the bridge, gave a few directions to the observant Johnson standing motion less at the wheel, and leaned anxious ly over the rail, studying the water front through leveled glasses. It was a barren, deserted waste, ex cept for a deeply laden schooner beat ing slowly up along the north shore under closely reefed topsails, and the gleaming lights of a large steamer Just beginning to emerge faintly through the curtain of fog a trifle to the left of our course. The towing boats appeared as two insignificant blots on the surface, but that they were making excellent progress was proved by the way we were steadily drawing up toward the outer lights, already shining round and yellow through the increasing haze. How dark, silent, uncanny the gloom-enshrouded yacht appeared as I leaned over the tarpaulin-protected rail and gazed down on the deserted decks, no movement, no gleam of light anywhere visible. The two masts, for the vessel was schooner-rigged, rose ra kishly and with noble sweep into the sky, yet I could trace little of the cordage against the expanse of cloud They appeared skeleton-like reeds to be broken by a gust of wind. A slight fringe of white water alone marked our progress, while a misty vapor of escaping steam spoke of the chained enginte and hissing boilers below. As I rested thus, the watchful Johnson grqsplpj*_the spokesJiehlpdi jpe, the momentous events or the" past few hours swept through my mind like fragments of a strange, disconnected' dream—my seemingly hopeless plight In Valparaiso my controversy with Lieut. Sanchez my brief meeting with the Englishman the friendly eyes of Doris the throb of sudden in terest aroused by her presence and as quickly lost again the sudden swinging of the pendulum of Fate1 the' approach of De Castillo bringing unex-i pected opportunity for action and es-? cape, and those later events which had so rapidly followed. I struck my hand hard against the iron rail to assure Stops toothache or pain of burn or scald In live minutes hoarseness one hour muscleache two hours sore 1 myself I was awake, and to arouse my dormant faculties to action. "Hold her steady as she is, Johnson I said, my voice tremulous from sud den awakening. "I'm going down to recall the boats." 5. "Steady as she Is, sir." In the engine room, two seamen, each grasping a gun, leaned negligent ('lo Be Continued, earache in two minutes 1 throat twelve hours—Dr. Thomas' Electric Oil, monarch over pain. Washington, D. C., March 29.— Colonel James A.' George, a former confederate veteran, who lives in? Deadiwood, S. D., the home of Seth Bullock, one of thei picturesque fig ures of the Roosevelt administration, today applied for the position of "official 'possum carver to the pres ident." Mr. George believes his long south em training, promises ample qualifi cation for holding the job. Representative Martin of South Dakota suggested the appointment at the White Hosse today. ltchlng piles provoke profanity but profanity won't cure them. Doan'B Ointment cure? itching, bleeding pr protruding piles after year* of suf fering. At any 3rug store.??"': W tfee G»ti 'Iftille* (rfj aado insurant'