The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, September 21, 1917, Page 4

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All rights of republication of special dianatches herein are also reserved. ‘Memver Audit Bureau of Circulation WHE STATE'S OLDEST poe tablished 1873) WEATHER REPORT. For twenty-four hours ending at noon Sept. 21. Temperature at 7 a.m. . Temperature at noon . night Precipitation Highest wind FurncvastT. For North Dakota: Generally fait tonight and Saturday; warmer to- night anid east vortion Saturday. — hae Lowest Temperatures Fargo . 38 Williston Grand Forks Pierre . St. Paul Winnipe: Helena Chicago ... Swift Current Kansas City .. San Francisco ORRIS W. ROBERTS, ‘Moteorogolist. COSTE SESE TTOOO SE @ = Flattery corrupts both the + 4 receiver and the giver.—Burke. @ ee SEND BULGARIAN LEGATION A HOME. The allied diplomats are too polite to express an open opinion about our diplomatic pitching, they are deeply puzzled as to why we continue rela- tions of amity with Bulgaria and allow the Bulgarian minister full swing. Sooner or later they feel the United States will realize tne necessity of breaking off relations with Bulgaria. They think it ought to be sooner rath- er than later. It is all very well to.say Bulgaria has given us no casus belli, That may hold true in theory, not in practice. The Bulgars have over 350,000 well trained troops in this war. They hold Serbia: They face Russians and Ru- manians in Rumania. With Germans, Austrians and Turks they face the allies at Monastir. Every Bulgarian regiment engaged in war work thereby automatically relieves a German or an Austrian regi- ment for work elsewhere. Germans soon will be killing Amer- ican soldiers because they will be spared for this work by the job Bul- garian troops are doing elsewhere. So whether we want to call it so or not, Bulgarian troops will be fighting ours indirectly. ‘But there is still another phase. Each. belligerent is anxtous for infor- mation concerning preparations and plans of the others. Germany wants to know how we are getting alow: with our selective service armies, with our naval plans for destroyers and submarine chasers, with our aviation | program, with our manufacture of bi: and little guns, rifles and ammunition. The most likely agency for the transmission of this kind of news is the Bulgarian legation. The Bulgarians can pick up in the capital much news that would be worth a great deal to the Prussian war masters. It is high time we realize that we are really at war and that one of the essentials of war-making is to close all news avenues to the enemy. There is always danger that we may wake up too late. ‘We almost had such an awakening when German sub- marines lay in wait for the transports bearing Pershing’s army to France. The next time the enemy may. be d more successful. The Bulgarians are the enthusiastic allies of the Germans. Whenever a Bulgarian can get information that will be of value to Germany, he will be doing something of value to Bul- garia. But the United States should not be one of the places where he ean get such information. And the way to prevent it is to give the Bulgarian legation its walking papers. There’s many a slip ’t and the lip. ixt the crop While the Korniloff revolt was at its height Kerensky married. Well, trou- bles never come singly. P. S. (A woman’s viewpoint.) Red Cross women in Chicago are soliciting old kid and leather gloves and old boot tops to be used for making leath- er caps for aviators. Once more fem- inine ingenuity goes “over the top.” HOW. NEUTRALS. REACT. Uncle Sam is fighting to make the world safe for democracy, and the re- {to make itself heard, it is working America and her allies. constantly reflected in their newspapers. In Sweden, Nor- Denmark, Holland, Spain and Switzerland the wage earners’ parties ly pro-ally. The army offi- istocratic classes, big busi- rong for Germany. especally so in neutral The army officers of both countries had German aining and admire German methods. The aristoc- racy of both countries look to Ger- many as the last defender of royalty. The clergymen of the state Lutheran church in Sweden and of the state Catholic church in Spain are both pro- German. Spain the Germans have been erful also because they have sub- itced many of the leading news- papers..” Not long ago the king of Spain Avas quoted as wittily saying: n Spain no one is for the allies save myself and the plain people.” The big metropolitan papers are mainly pro-German. Thus “A. B. C.” had an This is Sweden. ° | interview with Bernhardi telling of Ger- many’s unimpaired military strength and Espana Nueva discoursed upon England's inability to cope with the submarines. Corree Espanel speaks of the bad bread in France and emphasizes al- leged strikes in England, news of which it receives from German wire- less service. Debate shows anxiety over the proposed economic alliance against Germany and the Nacion de- clares union with Germany is Spain's only course after the war. Occasion- ally some leader like Count Roman- ones takes the opposite view. In Sweden the big papers like Aften- bladet and Nya Dagligt Allehanda are pro-German. Papers like Social Dem- okraten, which appeal to the working class, are move or less pro-ally. In Norwsy the overwhelming senti- ment of ihe newspapers is for the allies, reflecting the feeling of the peo- ple. There is little active pro-German propaganda in orway. Morgenbladet, one of the leading papers, says “It is not mere play when Uncle Sam shakes his mailed fist.” . Switzerland is a hot-bed of German many Swiss speak German as French and Italian and some of the big pa- pers are recognized as organs of the German government. This is especial- ly important to Germany, as Switzer- land is a sort of hotel lobby where all the representatives of the belligerent nations cross each other's path. Holland is under the German tiger's paw. As a result, the papers there are less outspoken, atways with the exception of the Telegraaf, which fear- lessly attacks Germany, and which printed the famous cartoons of Louis Raemaekers, which resulted in a Dutch court proceeding against the artist at the instigation of the Ger- man legation. Paemaekers was not convicted. In the main, however, the papers try to preserve a neutral at- titude, blaming both sides. They scold England for extending the mine fields in North sea waters and complain loud and long because Germany sinks Dutch merchant vessels. Poor little Denmark is also always obsessed by fear of Germany. Social Demokraten, the working class paper, is strong for the Stochnoim peace con- ference and for peace by agreement. | It spends much time scolding the Uni- ‘ted States and England for opposing (his kind of peace. ——_——— Old saying revised: There's a Ger- juan in the woodpile. There was a race riot at Illinois siate reformatory. facing for the door, probably. 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Tom, I'D Like TO ive You Meet capr. | | DONNEZ MOILA MAIN = . eyes searching mine. — B A liman _ “What can have happened?” u y ee 8 i pala bd guess at, There has been no storm, i no fire, no evidence of desertion, every boat seems to be in its proper place. The only thing I can think of as pos- sible is drink, The whole crew may: be drunk, but that seems like a dream. However, we can’t stand here doing nothing. White, you are not of much use with that broken arm, so remain alongside Miss Carrington. Keep your eyes open. Leayord, you and J will have a peep into that cabin; the rest of you take the forecastle. Be careful, lads, but don’t miss anything—scatter now.” = I slid back the companion door, and entered slightly in advance, The cabin floor was on a level with the main deck, and its glass front flooded the intertor with light. A glance revealed everything, and I stood motionless, my. breath caught in my throat, my hand still gripping the edge of the door. I was aware that Leayord peered in across my shoulder, and heard his startled lips utter one muffled exclama- tion. It was a low-ceiled apartment, painted white, with ports along the sides, the only staterooms being aft. A bright-hued rug covered the floor, and there were leather divans under the ports. The table in the center was fully set for a meal, covered with a white cloth, and glistening bravely with china and glass. There was food in abundance, partially eaten, and wineglasses half filled. I saw all these details; I recalled them afterwards, yet in that first instant of horror, the impression left upon me was merely of those silent, motionless figures sitting upright in their chairs. It was a grew- some sight! A great monster of’ a man faced me, his white, ghastly face appearing above a shaggy gray beard, his sightless, open eyes, staring full into mine, A wineglass had fallen from his opened fingers, and lay bro- ken on the deck. Indeed, everyone had apparently died as by a stroke, ‘retaining exactly the posture last as- sumed in life. To the right of the brond-shouldered giant was a thin, young fellow, scarce- ly out of his teens, but with a hard, repulsive face, and at his left a dark- faced man almost a negro, grinned hor+ ribly, as though death had stricken him even as he laughed. Nothing could be more awful to look upon than AVAwe! Av Secours! “CONTR aid of the Forest.” etc. SYNOPSIS. CHAPTER 1.—Xobert Hollis, one is a guest on Gerald Carrington’s yacht, Esmeralda. . It is supposed to be a “stag” party ‘and Hollis is sur prised on’ discovering 4 woman, who evidently wishes to°remain unknowth aboard. J ; iNsae CHAPTER II—Aollis, the next night, succeeds in having an interview with the woman. CHAPTER I1I—Carring > his guests of the coming war, ..d that ae is engincering a copper pow. CHAPTER IV—The yacht {s sunk in a collision and Holiis saves Mc- Cann, millionaire, and one of the par- ty. CHAPTER V——Hollis and McCann rescue Vera and leave the ship in a small boat. CHAPTER VI—Hollis and Vera be- come friendly, though he is unaware of her identity. fs CHAPTER VII—McCann refuses to uv enforces it. + od by a ship, the Indian Uhief, . Mich takes them aboard. CHAPTER IX—The Indian Chief has recently been struck by lightning and is almost a wreck. All the offi- cers are dead ‘Hollis meets the own- er, who tells him the vessel has a cargo of ammunition, consigned to the German government. OHAPTER X—Hollis consents to take charge of ship and continue voy- age. Vera recognizes an old friend in Robert Bascom, owner of the Indian Chiet. among the crew uqickly develops, and Hollis selects his officers. CHAPTER XIJ—McCann wants to return to New York, and tries to cor- rupt the crew. CHAPTER XIII—Hollis finds him- self forced to confine McCann to a cabin. ( CHAPTER XIV—Vera and Hollis agree that for Bascom’s sake the ship must be taken to its destination. Hol- lis learns that Vera is Gerald Carring- ton’s daughter. danger of capture by allied warship: evince disinclination to continue thi voyage. CHAPTER XVI—Leaders of the crew disarm Hollis and make him a prisoner. CHAPTER XVH—In a fight with the muti On recovering, consciousness he real- ing the only navigator on board, he is in position to make terms. with Mc- Cann. He is made a prisoner. CHAPTER XVIII—Vera pretends to agree to McCann's plans, to Hollis’ wonder. CHAPTER XIX—Hollis escapes from confinement and reaches the deck to find the Indian Chief has been stopped by a French warship. CHAPTER XX-~McCann succeeds in deceiving ccemmander of warship ~hich passes on its way. Hollis is re- captured. CHAPTER XXI—Vera and_ Hollis %|\reach understanding by which they will outwit McCann. CHAPTER—XXII—Vera — acknowl- edges her love for Hollis. McCann, Hollis, “Liverpool Red” and the lead- ers of the mutiny have a conference. CHAPTER XXIII—Hollis realizes that McCann and his followers are preparing to abandon the ship. CHAPTER XXIV—Vera releases | time sea captain, who tells the story,! submit to Hollis’ authority, and the, CHAPTER VIII—The castaways are; CHAPTER XI—Some discatisfaction | CHAPT®R XV—The'xrew, realizing , evs Hollis is badly hurt.; izes that he must submit, though, be-| ABAND” A Romance of the North Atlantic hy RANDALL ‘PARRISH Author of “My Lady of the North,” : . fi ie) (Copyright A. C.’McClurg & Co., ,him, who had been confined by Mc- Cann. - CHAPTER XXV—M¢Cann seeks to compel Vera to go with him in the small boat, but the girl.is Fescued by Hollis:. McCann and his. followers es- cape. Gh | CHAPTER XXVI—Hollis ai few “men who remginedloyal su fully ‘navigate the ‘ship through a storm. They overtake the vessel's boats, in extreme peril. CHAPTER XXVII—McCann and his followers, after agreeing to. recognize Hollis’ authority, are allowed the free- dom of the ship. . Dubois, a Sailor, is | found murdered, stabbed from behind. CHAPTER ,XXVIII—Efforts to as- certain who was the slayer of Dubois result in the conviction that there is a maniac aboard. Another man is found dead, and all realize Bascom, who can- not be found, is the'murderer. CHAPTER XXIX—While searching for Bascom it is discovered that the ship is on fire. CHAPTER XXX—Hollis, Vera, and the rest, escape in the ship's boats, but Bascom, in insane rage, holds his enemy, McCann, and both are de- stroyed when the ammunition ex- plodes. After a short time in the boats the party sights a ship, appar- ently abandoned. CHAPTER XXXI. A Death Ship. It was God’s miracle that we lived and kept afloat; that we were not wood. To this day I know not what There was a crash, a crunching sound, under us. My hands gripped vainly at denly the wild race ended with a jerk, with a leap of the boat through a surge of water drenching us to the skin, and|, we struck the schooner’s side a blow]. which, {t seemed to me must crush] ’ every plank into atoms, I held Vera|: to me ready for the end, but. Leayord yelled wildly: i make fast! Lively now, before we go lown, The mizzen chains, Olson! Up 1 it” a I was on my feet now, understand: ing it all, realizing the valne, of each second, knowing that the:.shattered boat must be sinking under us. I also got grip on the chains, and the three of us held on desperately, Red hauling the single rope end taut, and looping it about the thwart. oy “Flere, Olson; reach "your arms down; take the woman first—there’s no time to wait for help. Now, Vera— quick, girl; the boat is sitiking under us.” ¥. . ! She stepped onto my shoulders, grasped the chains to steady. herself; ‘then gripped Olson's hand, sprang up- jward, and was drawn safely in, 1 turned.to the others, “Make fast, Red. There 1s. nothing more to be done but get out. One at a time now; here, White, yowre-crip- pled, go first—hoist him up, Masters; now ease in there, Olson—good enough. You're next, Masters.” 2 Leayord and I were the last, and we left the dinghy swamped behind us, dangling and crushed against the steel side of the schooner, upheld only by the strength of the rope. It was all the work of a feverish minute, in Hollis and he frees the men loyal to | which thoucht was tmposethle because “:tification. _ Vera touched: my ‘sleeve,'\grd’s pantry and press the switch. -| companions, and along the shiny sides, isucked under, or crushed {nto drift-|. occurred, or how we held upright.|; a mad plunging of the tortured boat}; the steel sides slipping past—then sud| “That's it Red! make fast there!) ‘ou go, my lad—by ‘heaven! he made|’ the gleam of his teeth, beneath the fantastic curl of his mustache, There were six altogether, five sitting upright in swivel chairs, screwed to the deck, or leaning forward with heads resting on the table. The sixth, gray-haired and partially bald, had fallen side- ways, and lay in a .shapeless heap on the rug. They had the look of sea- men, and were roughly dressed, three of them plainly foreigners, one with of the stress of action. But now, as 1 clung breathless to those lower mizzen ratlines, the seven of us Jammed upon the little platform, the green surge of water below slushing against the wreck we had just left, the strange sl- lence, of this vessel. which .we had boarded struck me with full force. In heaven's name, what could {t mean? It was broad daylight; if there was a man allve aboard, he could never have failed to see or hear us in this flerce struggle for Ife. Yet no one was:vis- ible; no sound of voice was heard; no face peered over at us above the’rall. one Breath nad put ne a It was like a ghost schooner, arid’t felt | 2° h a eget ca hicteoden a led the very heart of me chill as I stared bes eaeL ae ee yoice rum! {nto the blank faces of my. huddled sae, “paptaln! ‘they're all dead!” £ “Yes,” I answered, choking over the words, “there is no doubt of that. Something terrible has occurred here, Call—call the other men.” - Theard him stumble out through the companion door, and the roar of his voice as he shouted to those forward; T could distinguish the sound of thetr feet on the deck, but could not remove my gaze from that awful sight in the cabin. The eyes of that glant dead possessed the appearance of. leader- ship, T saw all ‘this in that one swift 3, they're and the deserted rail. “This is a rum go, sir,” ventured Leayord soberly. “Ain't. she got no crew?” “J don’t know what to. make of !t,” TI confessed, “but we'll soon find out. Help the lady, Leayord. Olson, come with me.” : We footed the ropes, and swung up to the rail, clinging there long enough to gain swift view of the deck beyond. It was as clean as a_millionatre’s yacht, and had the appearance of one. with brasswork glistening, and paint fresh and bright. Every rope seeme¢ cotled in place, the sall gaskets firmly tied, the planks spotless, the canvas ns white as though just out of the sail’ loft. My eyes surveyed the whole fors man, staring at me so fixedly acrom the table, held me as in a vise—there was something so ghastly, so terrible, about their expression, as to rob me of all sense, all courage. The mep joined me, Liverpool entering in ad- vance, and pushing past where 1 ,,| Stood. I have no recollection of seeing and aft—the low forecastle, the cook’t| the others, although I felt and heard galley, with door standing wide open,| their presence, But I saw him— revealing a fireless stove, the boats in marked his sudden stop, the quick chocks, not one missing, the aftet| bianching of his face, and the sharp cabin on the deck level, its companion] oath which burst from his lps, the door ajar, the wheel astern, outlined swift, incredulous look of surprise, of against the sky, swinging slightly to @ recognition, which leaped into his eyes, He was staring straight into the ghast- ly face of the giant opposite. I doubt if he even saw any of the othets. “Heart of the devil!” he shouted, “Tf {t isn’t Gaston de Lys! So you've got it at last, you old hound.” He leaped forward, circled the table with a single stride, hate, memory, whatever the impulse might be, con- quering all fear, and gripped his hand hard on the dead man’s shoulder. And then he stiffened, every muscle of his body stricken; I-could see death strike him, his jaw set, his eyes fixed—an RM | instant he stood rigid; then his whole {form seemed to contract and he fell lifeless to the deck. I sprang toward him, but Masters gripped me, and hurled me back. “Hands off — all of you!” he screamed. “Wait! Don’t lay a finger on any of them; you are dead men if you do.” “What do you mean? What fs it?” “The most diabolical bit of deviltry ever contrived,” he answered. “These men have been killed by electricity; the current is still on. I heard the whir of the dynamo as I came aft. Don't move until I find the switch and disconnect; for God’s sake stand where you are.” 2 Perhaps he was gone five minutes; I could never tell; I saw nothing but those dead. men; heard nothing but the heavy breathing of my mates in the doorway. ' No one spoke; but once, {t seemed to me, I caught the throb of that deadly dynamo, yet even as J seemed to distinguish the faint sound, {t ceased abruptly. Masters pushed in past me. “ay, that was the truth,” be sald. “put it’s safe enough now. Lord; did you ever hear of ‘such a d—, cold- blooded crime. See here, men, the vil- lain planned his job well—here are the wires along the deck, pressed into seam, and connected to each swivel chair. See, the circuit is complete, and “My Heavens, Olson; There’s Not a Sailor on Deck.” lashing of rope—and nowhere a human being. I coulil scarcely believe the evi- dence of my own eyes, “Heavens, Olson ;‘there’s not a sailor on deck,” I gasped. _ “No, sir; it beats. me; I've.been at sea a long time, sir, but I never see nothin’ like this—they ain't left,.fer the boats are all there, an’ the wheel is lashed. She's just a sailin’ herself.” “There’s no sign of any trouble aboard. Why, those decks are scrubbed like a Dutchwoman’s floor. Hurry up, Leayord; the schooner seenis deserted. Come on, mate, we shall have to clear this mystery up.” mine We sprang down on the deck, and the others came tumbling over.the rail after us, each face expressive of.mys- no.one would ever suspect. All he had to.do was stand back there in the stew- “J do not inthe least know,” I an- swered. “The mystery 1s too deep to) nas pecome of him?” rings in his ears. The big man alone}. "FRIDAY, SEPT. 21,.1017. Those slx men died ve. wink an.eye.” % “But the fellow who did it? What Masters shook his head, “{ don't know, sir; but there must have been one; there ain't’ none o' these dead men could have turned the trick.” “Perhaps it was that cuss dangling over the side, enptain,” said White's volce, from back behind the others. “What is that? | : “There's a. fellow got jammed ina small boat alongside, sir, I just hap- pened to look over,.and saw him a- hangin’ there.” We were glad enough to escape that eabin of horror, and-I slid the com- penton door to, and bolted it, before following White ‘across the deck to the starboard rail. Excited as I was, obsessed by this awful tragedy, my mind yet grasped every detall—the shining brasswork, the spotless decks, ihe white’ boats in their davits, the snowy canvas aloft. The very im- maculateness of the vessel seemed to add to the horror, and- it. was.a shock to even rend the schooner'’s name, painted on a lifebuoy—Rose of Gaspe. A glance below revealed the whole story of ‘the accident. It was clear enough to be read instantly by a sall- or’s eyes. The man in his efforts at aseape hnd chosen one of the. smaller ronts, but one staunch and. well ‘quipped, No doubt it had been secret- y prepared in advance, for the lock- ‘rs contained food, and a benker of ‘rosh watcr was securely lashed to a front thwart. There was also a spar ind sail aboard, safely secu to- sether with a pair of serviceable oars. What had happened, as seemed clear ous, was this: a heavy brass-bound ‘hest, of odd workmanship and. dingy ‘ppenranea, had been stowed away in he bows. It must have been placed here with rope and pulley, for no Ingle pair of arms could ever have Ifted it over the rail, Then the fellow ted clambered fn, eager to be off, no lonbt, and undertaken to lower the vont, standing probably amidships, vhere he’ could manipulate both ropes. ‘ut the forward rope must ‘have |. ‘ommed in the pulley, permitting the stern of the suspended ‘boat to sag ‘nddenly enough to send the heavy chest sliding aft. Before he could sheck the fall, cr_snve himself by lenp- ng overboard, It had pinned his legs tzainst.the stern sheets; and there he Janeled still, his face buried in the ~reen water alongside, his knees ‘rushed helplessly beneath the weight of the chest—an inert dead body. “The fellow got his, sir,” said Lea- vord solemnly, oy the very thing he was tryin’ to “it away with, . What shall we do with the boat and what's In ft, sir?” “Untangle that pulley ‘slowly, and ‘hoist up even with the rafl,” I an- swered, “We'll have a look at the man, and find out, what's in the chest; it’s an odd-looking affair.” T helped balance. it, and with White using his uninjured arm, we drew the dend man’s body In over the rail. The two mates relcnsed.his Itmbs from the gt of the’ chést, and we‘lnid him out on the deck. He was. an fll-looking fellow, deeply tanned, with a livid scar across one cheek, and an anchor ftat- toned on hts forearm. Leayord drew a vaser out of the inner pocket of his was a letter with no dateline or sig- nature, and had been so sonked In salt water as to be almost illegible, The: only connecting words I could study out were: “De Lys has all his men but a cook; try to get on! He'll never know you after these years.” “Does it tell you. anything, sir?’ asked Olson anxiously. “Not much; only this fellow satled as cook, and got the job for a purpose. He had known De Lys years before.” “De Lys?” “Yes; that was the name of the big been at the head of the party; the one Liverpool knew as Gaston de Lys. Get that chest onto the deck; no doubt the secret is there.” (To de continued.) FOR SALE—Overland country road- ster, used but little. Cheap if tak- en at once. Address P. O. Box 545. 9 2f 3t. 4+— Men Wanted Ford Paving Co. A Good Railroad Secure Tickets and Information from W. A. M'DONALD, Agent Bismarck, N. D. A. M. CLELAND, Gen’! Passenger Agt. St. Paul, Minn. ES s “Likely enough killed: shirt, and passed it over to me. It. fellow in the cabin; he must have _ “ » ~ | e | » ' t { \ ee