Bemidji Daily Pioneer Newspaper, January 8, 1916, Page 3

s, SATURDAY, JARUARY 8, 1916, viiiii’k*i**ii**i*¥ *x * GO TO CHUB.CE TOMOBRDW x x x Excellent services prepared in all of Bemidji churches; * church attendance is intel- * lectual - help; most valued * {riendships found through * church attendance; is a * great inspiration. : x * d ok ok kok ok ok ok k HH R R KKK KKK KKK KK Catholic, Low mass at 8 o’clock. High mass at 10 a. m. Sunday school at 2 p. m. Vespers at 7:30 p. m. Father J. J. T. Philippe. Christian Science. 317 Fourth St. h Sunday service at 11 a. m. Wednes- day evening service at 7:45 o’clock. Congregational (Nymore.) Sunday school at 10:30; preaching service 11:30; evening song service, 7:30 p. m.; preaching at 8 o’clock; prayer meeting Wednesday night at 8 o’clock. J. E. Cadwell, pastor. Episcopal. Sunday school at 10 o’clock. There will be no other services during the month of January, as Archdeacon Parshall leaves for a month’s visit in the east. Archdeacon Parshall, rector. Free Lutheran (Nymore.) Sunday school at 10:30 a. m.; ser- vices at 7:30 p. m.; prayer meeting at Mathew Larson’s home Thursday evening at 7:30 o’clock. George Lar- son, pastor. Salvation Army. Sunday school 2 p. m., subject— “The Savior and the Boy”; text to learn, 1 John 4:4; salvation meeting 8 p. m. Meetings in Nymore—Sun- day school 2 p. m.; praise meeting 3 p. m. Everybody welcome. Capt. and Mrs. Sandgren in charge. Methodist. Morning worship at 10:45, sub- ject—*"Christian Confidence.” This will also be a communion service. Sunday school at 12 m., A. T. Carl- son, supt.; Epworth league at 6:30, Miss Anna Brown leader; evening worship at 7:30, subject—"Latitude and . Longitude.” B. D. Hanscom, pastor. Swedish Lutheran. Morning worship at 10:30; Sun- day school at 12 m.; evening worship at 7:30 p. m. J. H. Randahl, pas- tor. Presbyterian. Bible class and Sunday school at 10; morning worship and sermon at 11 o’clock; young people’s prayer service at 7 p. m.; evening service at 8 o’clock. Rev. Sully of Buffalo, Minn., will occupy the pulpit. First Scandinavian Lutheran. Morning worship at 10:30 a. m.; Sunday school at 12 m.; evening wor- ship (English) at 7:30 p. m. Os- mund Johnson, pastor. Baptist. Sunday school at 10 a. m.; morn- ing worship and sermon at 11 a. m.; anthem by choir; subject of sermon —*“The Secret Place”; solo, Miss Harriette Frizelle with choir accom- paniment; B. Y. P. U. service at 6:30 p. m.; evening gospel service at 7:30 p. m;. special music at each service. Everyone not attending service reg- ularly elsewhere is cordially invited to come and worship with us. Mid- week prayer service Thursday eve- ning at 8 o'clock. Ira D. Alvord, pastor. Mrs. B. F. Edwards of Maltby was among the out-of-town business callers in Bemidji Friday. Dr. J. Warninger went this morn- ing to Walker where he was called on a business trip.* Read “Neal of the Navy,”. chapter No: 5 in today’s issue.—Adv. ais Fred Cutter left last night for Kel- liher where he will attend to busi- ness matters today. Rev. M. A. Soper left this after- noon for Nebish where he will con- duct services tomorrow. J. F. Essler left yesterday for Northome where he will spend the next two weeks on business. Mina A. Myers—Hairdressing, etc. Switches made from combings, $1.50. Phone 186-W.—Adv. 1241156 Born, Chartier at their home terday, a dau, avenue yesterday, : 35 Born, to Mr. and Mrs, Gedrge:Dan- ielson at their residence.on Third street this morning, a daughter. Henry Pfund arrived in the city this morning from Kelliher for a short business visit in this city . One of these nice days you ought to go to Hakkerup’s and have your picture taken.—Adv. 14tf J. G. Holden returned last night to his home at Kelliher after spend- ing the day in this city on business. Mrs. Sidney Miller and Miss Ada Holm of Pinewood were _between train shoppers in Bemidji _yesterflay. C. H. Mills of Brainerd who has spent the past three days in Bemidji on business left tms morning for his home. - | to Mr. -and Mrs. Anthony { “and from-some oid sweetheart, en?’ - Chapters 4 and 5 of “Neal of the | Nayy” Monday—atternoon at 4:15; evening at 7:15, 8:15,79:1! v, d18 Mr. and Mrs. Nels - Akeson of Blackduck are spending the day in Bemidji shopping and calling on friends. Mrs. Englehart Hovet of Tenstrike is visiting her daughter Lena today. AUTHOR OF ““CATSPAW,"'BLUE Miss Hovet 18 confined to the loml hospital. a7t < b i S esR J. L. Bergen retumed last “night, to his home at Kelliher after spend ness matters. oS = — Mrs. Dana, Gould arrived in Be- midji last evening from Winona iting with relatives, \Lof the NAVY ||l|amfiamllfmbomeg "RED,&'I‘%: E."'RONMNG FIGHT,” NOVELIZED:FROMITHE PJ#OJ'O PUAYOF THE SAME NAME PRODUCED BY PATHE EXCHANGE, INC. COPYRIGHT, 19/5 BY WILLIAIT HATIETON OSBORNE S8YNOPSIS. On the day of the eruption of Mount Pelee Capt. John Hardin of the steamer Princess rescues five-year-old Annette Ilington from an open boat, but is forced to leave behind her father and his com- panions. Tlington is assaulted by Her- nandez and Ponto in a vain attempt to get papers which Ilington has managed to send aboard the Princess with "his daughter, papers proving his fitle to :and telling the whereabouts of the lost island of Cinnabar. Ilington’s injury causes his mind to become a blank. Thirteen years elapse. Hernandez, now an opium smug- gler, with Ponto, inez, a female accom- plice, and the mindless brute that once ‘was Ilington, come to Seaport, where the widow of Captain Hardin is living with her son Neal and Annette Ilington, and Elot to steal the papers left to Annette y her father. Neal tries for admission to the Naval academy, but through the tréachery of Joey Welcher is defeated by Joey and disgraced, Neal enlists in the navy. Inez sets a trap for Joey and the conspirators get him in their power. He agrees to steal the papers for them but accidentally scts fire to the Hardin home and the brute-man rescues Annelte with the papers from the flames. Annette dis- covers that heat agplled to the map re- veals the location of the lost island. Sub- sequently In a struggle for its possession the map Is torn In hree parts, Hernan- ez, portion. FIFTH INSTALLMENT A MESSAGE FROM THE PAST CHAPTER XXI. Grape Juice. Of course the unexpected naval-se- cret-service raid on the Crooked Crag hotel created some sensation—as well as did the rescue of two beautiful young women, Miss Irene Courtier and her friend Miss Ilington. But Newport is a place of many happen- ings—sensational and otherwise—and efter all the Crooked Crag had been raided many times before. In its balmy days it had been clev- erly constructed and maintained as & secluded gambling place for New York millionaires, a place full of cub- by holes and uncanny get-aways. For the thirteenth time in its history it was closed up and its proprietor Jailed. But the three weird characters who had been ‘the cause of all the vio- lence still remained in hiding—Her- nandez, the Portuguese adventurer; Ponto, his Mexican side partner, and their strange and unusual companion, the brute. Annette, for her part, gave full de- scriptions of these three to the au- thorities and accompanied secret-serv- ice men on many fruitless trips. “At any rate,” she said to- her friend, Irene Courtier, “I know now where I stand. I was warned to look out for a man with a saber cut across his face.” Her face grew .wistful. “I thought—feared,” she went on, “at first, that that man might be my fa- ther; but my father would never treat a girl as this scar-face treated me.” Annette touched her neck. A tiny little gold chain fell into the bosom of her waist. “He has laid bare his teeth, this scar-face,” said Annette. “He knows something of my father—I'm sure of that—and I'm sure of something else. He is seeking my lost Isle of Cinna- Daing . Unus eer Thinga With % ace. bar—he wants it for his own. Well, I, too, can bare my teeth. Let him come on.” i “You are so strong,” murmured Irene Courtier, “so.strong.” A Japanese servant stole into the room—the living room at Miss Cour- tier’s summer villa at Newport. . She had rented this villa for the season Annette and Neal each securing a |~ his note,.+hoping;that you and your charges can add one more evening to, your round of gayety in Newport so- clety, I beg to inclose an ‘invitation which may give you a few hours of’ Dleasure. Wish I could go myself.’ Anything on a battleship suits me.” Inclosed in the missive was a heavy white_card’ engraved in script: The officers ‘of the U. §. S. Alabama request the honor of your presence with friends =t the ‘dance on. ship-| board Tuesday evening, June—. The words “with friends” were in- terlined in ink. Annette read the in- vitation and then handed it to Irez. “Good,” exclaimed Inez. “These are worth while—these shipboard dances.” Five minutes later she called up a private number on the wire in Hher boudoir, ‘waiting impatiently until she heard a voice she knew. Then she talked rapidly, almost in a whisper. “It’s worth taking a chance, is it noi?” she queried. “Ah,” returned the voice at the oth- er end of the wire, “we do nothing without chances. ~We shall take a chance. Farewell.” It must be understood- that an able seaman like Neal Hardin, while his ! good behavior, his natural aptitude and his general likability gave him many privileges—yet he was still the victim of caste—naval caste. As a civilian he might travel ‘with ladies of dignity, such as his mother,.and young women of style and beauty, such as Annette Ilington and her friend, Irene Courtier; but as a chiet petty officer remarked to Neal—“A ball on board the Alabama is not for able seamen, not 8o you could notice it, my boy. - Still,” he added, clapping Neal upon the shoulder, “I'll try and get you a place on the back stairs where you can look on and see the swells.” Figuratively speaking, he got “him a place on the back stairs without much difficulty, and after Neal had ing the past three days here on busi-| where she has spent the holidays vis- spent a day in assisting his, fellow, able seamen in polishing u <& Q? thing aboard the Alabama th r:‘a d be polished, and in swabbin thing aboard her that codld+ 9' b swabbed, and in. setting -tosfrigh everything that could be set to rights, for a’tew days as the guest of Mr. fall {and Mrs. C. M, Jacobson. L1 2»! and transacting busiz retrnf to her home at Maltby 1 the. afterneon,” = - - 2 J. H. Jacobson arrived in Bemidfi today from'‘Thief River, Falls to visit Aot 2 > "2 =3 “Berrr” he exclaimed, walked away in disgust. ¢ There:was a genteel titter hom the Plcturesque little p around the punch bowl. Inex“touched Romanoft upon the arm. “It is perfect,” she whispered, “no -one could ever:tell.” The ‘pseudo. Romanof¥* glanced at her. significantly, paced across the dancing deck and passed out upon the moonlit deck beyond. Inez, flirting with an officer, excused herself, beck- oned to Joe' Welcher, whq came swittly at her beck and call, and with her hand upon his arm she followed in the wake of Romanoff. As they reached the bow Romanoff turned sud- denly and confronted them. He seized Welcher by the arm. “Friend Welcher,” he said, MI grip tightening, “on:the canvas curtains aft, on :the:port .side, you will find one black cross mark upon the curtain and one black cross mark upon the deck. They are my marks. You wfll dance with Annette Ilington—" i ‘Welcher - hurried off. and lzomanofl with the beautiful Miss Irene Cour tier upon his arm, strode slowly to- ward the. lights. ‘With her escort she stood:glancing out between the curtains at the moon- light .upon the sea.. Her escort, how- ever, was not watching the moonlight —his eyes were fixed upon a motor boat .that sported itselt lke some huge shark in the waters just beyond. He drew forth a white handkerchief. He stepped into the aperture between the canvas curtains, grasped fhe rail with one hand and shook ths handker- chief. Inez noted that a small black cross had been placed upon the canvas cur- tain. She looked at her feet. There ‘was_ another cross upon the deck. ‘Phen she turned and faced the crowd watching with keen eyes. Joe Welcher from. far across the deck caught the glint of those same eyes—he had.been watching for them. He bent over Annette. “Look at the freak,” he said, “that’s tied up to Inez—I mean Irene Courier. I always call her !naz somehow Let's go and see the freak. “The freak,” said Annette “has dis- appeared.”. She was not the only nax‘son on the deck who noticed that. Some half dozen naval officers in spick and span uniforms noted it also and started double quick - toward -Inez Castro. Neal, clad in an immaculate white| | .duck suit, found himself .statione Stiff as a ramrod, and for the firs large punch bowl under the canVis covering of the dancing deck. CHAPTER XXIl.- Incognito. pEl In a dingy little hotel room in Prov idence, Rhode Island, there 8at a“man! at a dressing table gazing into: & mir- with his face. Hernandez was past- master at a certain art—disguise. Ten minutes later a strargér g erect within that room—a full-Beatded stranger, clad in"an eveningzeont o foreign cut, with well padded paug and shoulders, eyeing hi se]& critically in the looking: raised his high hat and ously to Ponto. “Inreality, friend Potonfi!flh marked, “I 'am M. Romanoff—g::Rugs sian nobleman.” “My friends and I are. invited to the dance on board the Alabama,” he sald. “My friends and I shall go. Call in that beast. Now for the final test.” Ponto disappeated and & moment later the brute crept ‘inte.the room. He glanced fearfully toward the chair where Hernandez had been sitting; then he glanced about the room.” A puzzled expression overspread ~his countenance and then with a deep gut- tural cry he sprang' for the appari- tion’s throat. Hernandez twitched himself to ofié side just in time and then tapned tho brute smartly on'the arm. “I am satisfied,” he said, in tones. but faithtul dog. Let us be off’ An hour later he was standing ex- pectantly in front of the huge punch bowl on the dancing deck of the Ala-_ bama.: Clustered around. this bowl were a group of of pretty women—and among: them Tne Castro -and her friend Annette mng ton. Romanoft stared boldly: at: them both, then he turned to Neal Hardin, “A glass of punch, if ‘yon Please, be said in foreign accents. Neal Hardin did not answer.. He was. otherwise -engaged. nette’ and had paid one month’s rent—no more.. She had paid the Japanese but one month’s wages—no more. -The Japanese presented .4 note, upon & salver. - Inez Castro glanced-at it .and. waved: ‘her. hand. Mrs. Bardin was just entering from the veranda. 2 “It is for you, Grandam,” gaid Inez. eh?” Mrs. Hardin opened the-missive— her eyes brightened. Tington " was standing at the" table with a young ensign at . They were both drinking " from the.| punch bowl. The ensign drank with his right hand; so did Annette, but ‘Annette's left: hand was Afirmly. clutched in the hand of Neal Hardin “A glass of punch,” refterated ‘the' unknown Russian nohlenmm “It's from our congresiman fhoae | Bort.” she exclaimed. “My. Mrs. | - ror and doing unusually queer; hings |, time scared to death, by the side of a | ' xp stts Sent om the ‘her escort, ~HRomane! smiled as Jt‘)% cnme{l; Wit and waved his hand. i ‘“T've been Iooluns at the moon,” he Annette, already bored—chiefly by the close proximity of Joe Welchel*— ‘glanced off toward Neal. | - ! “Let’s go and get some grape juice,”. she said. Joe_drew her out w the ramng _through the same aperture from Wwhich Romanoft had watched the cir- cling motor boat. ““I'll:get the grape juice,” said Joe ialoud. “Wait here untiliI return.” Annette started after -him, but the aperture was closed now by the broad back of. Romanoff, who talked -viva- clously with Irene Courtier. Annette ‘was:.not. averse . to looking at the /moon;; and: she.looked. - But—all she aw. was. the moon itself. She did not see_and could not know that a motor launch, silent as Lhe night, had’ fetched up alongside of the ‘chain. She did’ not know and ‘could -not see ‘a black. plmdqw\ that stole along;ithe g behind the canvas onrtains: that. hid the dancing: deck. ‘Suddenly she gave a choking cry. The black shadow like somé "black panther had sprung. upon her: frem the night and “clutched her in its ‘grasp. She cried out nce more, .or tried to. She found ‘A-strong wiry hand clqled ACros! her mouth: and a wiry forced - her ;back ‘across the rail. -With :a superhuman twist of her Jithe young bady—n.nd she was | _was Annette Ilington—for . ome 1in- ltant “she wrenched herself iway and - o Keers spent yesterdayfag Miss Marthd King of Royalton who returned yesterday -to Roya.lton. ; for“several days 8s the guest of Mr. and Mrs, H. Mills returned last eve- {Alng to her home at Blackduck. - | #ee that some terrific struggle was at hand. In another instant it was all over. Two figures clutching at each other frantically darted suddenly over the rafl. There was a splash below. #Man overboard,” yelled Neal. He sprang to the rail and dove into the moonlit water—taking good care not to foul the other two. -~ < Two minutes later it was all over. Annette was on deck half fainting in Neal's arm—but with a smile upon her face. “Don’t worry,” she said to the crowd about her, “I haven't swal- lowed a drop of water, I assure you. T'm a regular little water rat—Neal knows that, don’t you Neal?” Half an hour later in the Courtier villa in Newport, Annette nestled in a huge arm chair in a kimono before & blazing fire. She laughed trium- phantly. She seized a dripping little chamois bag and' took- from it a very damp old plece of paper parchment. “This is what he was after—yon can't tell me,” she said. She spread it out and exhibited it to Inez Castro. “Why, it is' a blank piece of -pa- per,” said Inez Castro. & “Look at it closely,” said Annette. “Oh, yes,” said Irene, “it has one ‘word upon it—Ilongitude.” “It has more than that upon 'it,” said Annette. “Watch and see.” She spread it out upon the hearth to dry. “It is a piece of the map— of my map, Irene,” she went on, “the map of the lost Isle of Cinnabar. Scar-face got a portion of it—don’t you remember, at Crooked Crag—but & harmless portion. I got a part and 30 did Neal. - Wait. Look. The piece Is dry—see what the heat has done.” Inez Castro bent over her. “Where did the writing come from?” ghe de- manded. “The heat brought the writing out,” said Annette. “See.” Look now at the longitude. What. does it say?” Inez looked eagerly. “One hundred and twenty-three degrees,” -she. ex- claimed slowly, “and forty minutes west.” “That isn’t all,” went on Annétte. “There’s a message—a message from the-past upon our pieces, Neal’s and mine—a message that I've got by heart.” “What,” queried Inez, yawning, “is the message from the past?” Annette nodded proudly. “This is the message,” she returned. “ ‘Granted to_Tlington, Spantifihtorican explon stinguished seryices, by Jo- parts; ‘of Spain, in the year eighteen ‘hundred and nine, the original grant, being in the possession of: the' .fathers—" - - She stopped. “What was the rest of that?” she mused. . “I can’t remember.” “Think,” persisted Inez, with curi- ous insistence. Annette laughed. “It has escaped me. I will have to ask Neal about that the next time I see him.” “Part of the message is on his. por- tion, too?” said Inez. “And What about the latitude?” Annette shook her head. “That I can't remember either,” she returned, “stupid that I am. Yes, the lautud. is on his ];iece too.” CHAPTER XX Unbooked Passengers. “1 think it's risky,” said Neal Har- din. “Let me 8ee that ad again.” Annette handed him the Providence, Rhode Island, morning paper. - Under “the head of ship" nutices appeared this tem: Fruit Steamer caronado sails 15th this “month. = Bound for Bahamas, Colon, Panama, Lower California ports and ‘San Frandisco. Open for limited booking . of ‘passengers. Pler 1010 Providence, R. 1. PETER HANDY, Manter. Neal read the advertisenient over and shook his head again, “Risky, I tell you,” he repeated. don’t—you can’t understand.’ Uips quivered for a moment. 8ot to find my father, Neal, i his sake, if not for my own, now? The —the Fa~ Miss Ella: Hermanson after vlsmng ~ Her|. has spefit the past few days-visiting| the guest of friends and relatives to this city Friday to attend to sho ping and business matters, She re- turned to her home last’ evening. « oJ- H. Koors of the Koors Manufac- tuxjing' company returned to his home: the Corcnado isa likely ship“and if you are bound to go, God speed.” He looked the Coronado up and found her quite a likely ship. He 8aw her captain and tollmi him satis factory. The next day Anmette and her friends, including Welcher, booked for the cheap trip on the Coronado. “You're my only passengers so far,” said Captain Handy, “and I don't care | if I don’t havesany more.” Capt. Peter Handy sauntered down the wharf. A big, swaggering individ- ual was looking the Coronado over. “Bill,” said Capt. Peter Handy, “I'll tell you how it is. I picked you out as a cheap bargain and took a chance on you, not knowing you before. This is a cheap trip down, Bill; I'll leave it to you to pick your crew. Pick them cheap, Bill; coming back I can make it up to you. Get the best for the money, Bill, and get ‘em cheap.” “L got ’em already,” returned Bill, “and I got ’em cheap. Leave that to me.” _ On the evening of the fourteenth, the four booked passengers boarded the Coronado and were nssigned’ to staterooms. Bill left the captain snoring in his’ bunk and stole across the deck and down the gangplank to the wharf be- yond. Once upon the river front he turned east and strode on rapidly for a quarter of a mile. He darted into a narrow alleyway, reached a dimly lighted window in an old board house on the shore and rapped sharpgy‘ the window pane. A door was o, stealthily and he shambled in. | lessly in corners were the form: took an electric flash light from his Dpocket - and. ‘examined carefully” each of these slumbering objects of hu- manity. there with the broken face; and ‘him' —and that chap over there.” (i mn Ten minutes. later he noddetf fa self-satisfled way and jerked his thumb over his shoulder toward an- other door. Is he inside?” he queried. *Oh,” said the proprietor, “the three of ’em is there.” There were three men in that small room, a strangely assorted trio. One was a huge individual, bigger ' and stronger than Bill himself; another ‘was an uncanny, fat,- little Mexican with dangerous eyes; the third was a Portuguese with a saber cut cross his | face. 3t R 1 Bill grinned. ' “Huh,” he =aid, “we’re all here, mates. Outside I picked up enough men to fill up the Coronado’s crew and here I run against three of her passengers.” Hernandez smiled and showed his teeth. “Three unbooked passengers,” he said. CHAPTER'XXIV. The Trickle of White. Powder. Hernandez motioned toward the door. Ponto, the Mexican, closed it noiselessly and swiftly and shot the bolt. “You understand the terms,” Hernandez said.. “This stuff has just come in to us tonight. We have it load- ed in our launch outside.” “You understand then,” said Her- nandez, “that when this cargo of co- caine 18 sold, your share will be many hundred dollars—a thousand— over a thousand.” Two mornings later, & sailor lying in his bunk against a bulkhead in the hold—kept - wakeful by his battered face a gift from Bill. On this par- ticular morning, however, the unusual thing that attracted his attention was & quantity of fine white powder that sifted through the knot hole. “Holy smoke,”. he exclaimed joyful- ly within himself, “this ain’t no fat thing, ain’t it? This here’s cocaine.” By noon the whole forecastle knew about the rat hole and what is more had sampled it—or rather the strange white powder that came trickling through. Next .day. something' happened. Bill, the mate, gave Snooks an order that Snooks declined to fill. Bill was accustomed to being disobeyed, and for every ill he had a remedy. He seized a_capstan bar and aimed it at Snooks’ head; but there was a glitter in_Snooks’ .eye that Bill did not -un- derstand. - Snooks leaped for him and wrestled with him like a wildcat. He forced Bill, panting, up against the rail, bellowing meanwhile like a mad bull. Bill felt for a belaying pi, found it, clutched it, raised it high in the air and brought it crashing down upon Snooks’ shoulder. "It broke a collarbone, but it might have been a feather for all Snooks cared. - “Mates,” cried Snooks, “you ain’t going to see me licked. Come one and all” % They came, Some sprang down from -the shrouds; some appeared from companjonways; some came hurrying along the decks. They were men bat- tered and broken—but all had one un- canny characteristic—their eyes glit- lessly. Bill sprang away from the clutche: ing grasp of Sxmokn and drew his gun. nptam Peter Hnndz," he roared. *Mutiny,” And mutlny there was—a mutiny- based not §0.much upon the 11l treat- ment of Bill the mate as upon the ef- ‘fect of the trickling white powder. Huddled at tables and flung’icarei: sailors, supine, drunk, drugged. Bill. “I'll take him,” said Bill, “and him | Otto Niemeyer. left:last n_!ght fn: Hines, where he is n ‘was nappening lnd urned w Mrs. Hardin." “You anid Irene,” she said, “go into. the wireless room. Let us all n~ even Joe.” Just as she sald it & mutineer rushed past her, m)pped, leered into her face and grasped her by the hand. With a sudden wrench he closed the door of the wireless, shuiting the three people inside—Welcher and the two other ‘women—and then with glare into Annette’s eyes, he drew her toward him and crushed her strug- gling form against his’ “Dreast. 3 Below there were oOther“passengers who watched the fight—Hernandez and his two companions. The brute watched stupidly—Ponto and Her- andez WWE&QMeBt But sud- denly the brute looked“up. toward the deck: He grow]ed deep in his throat. brute das panionway..and reat With another bound he:was ugon the sailof who +had " Annef In an instant: Anfiette found herself re- leased, hardly knowing how it had happened. She wrenched open . door, sprang in, slamm shot the holt. 5iv. .5k “Where “ 1§ thé g perator?* quired. There was no answer. The operator was not there. Annette seized the wireless appa- ratus, ‘donned the headgear and sent out the S. O. S.—that long wail of terror that is heard far out across the sea. On-the deck of the destroyer Ju:k- son, a naval vessel which had left Newport a day or two before on a practice cruise, the wireless operator _up the com- ed the deck. sue 0 reported to his leutenant. He sa- — luted. 3 “Sir,” he said, “I have an 8. 0. 8. from a steamer Coronado, five miles south. Mutiny on board.” A seaman standing near started for- ward. “Godfrey,” he exclaimed under his breath, “the Coronado—Annette's ship.” The leutenant gave an order. “Put her about,” he said. Forced draft ahead.” When the destroyer reached the Coronado, the Coronado was in dire straits. The mutineers, maddened and emboldened, and strengthened with renewed doses of the white pow- der, were in possession of the ship. The mate and Capt. Peter Handy lay unconscious on the deck. Every sail- or had a bottle in his hand—a bottle full of strong drink. In less than a quarter of an hour the Jackson was upon them—she had launched a boat and her boat had reached the Coronado’s side. With the agility of perfect training the Jackson's men swarmed ove the rail, boarded the Coronado and without an ‘instant’s hesitation attacked the mutineers, their lieutenant at . their .- head. Neal drew a deep breath and nudged the man next to him. “This is war,” he said, “it is what tered, glittered fearfully amd fear- | The captain responded to the call; 80 did ons or two others f the un-. drugged crew. we're looking for. Come on.” There was a fight—no arms*length fight at that. It was man to man. It was a melee—it was a riot—it was pandemonium. . In the midst of it there was a resoudmg crack. Neal’s lieutenant, off his guard-/for once, re- ceived -a well-aimed blow upon g: head—a blow from a capstan bar. fell like a log and three brutes leaped for his head—seeking to batter him into & shapeless mass. Neal saw his peril and sprang into. the midst. Never in his life had he fought as then he fought. The blood rushed into his brain; unwonted strength flowed into- mus- cles! his eyes were everywhere—his voice strong and fearless. “All together now,” he shouted. One ~two—three.” There was a mighty superhuman rush, & ringing shout—then it was. 8ll over. The mutiny was quelled. Neal leaped upon a: bridge and waved: ® cutless. He said the thing that occurred to him—the g he felt he' had to say. 25 "1;’;: in. command,” he shouted. be. IIWL": 'mm Wwho dlsoben me will- but he found something elge. A hand was grasping it qme ‘tender] 1 1a g ‘He turned. Annetf