Evening Star Newspaper, April 20, 1924, Page 59

Inexper Fvery man or boy likes to think l1ence 1 was wakened before the call for | of himself as being lifted out of |ofir waich by a strange feeling that | cast | That to | | a routine enviromment and fnto the thick of*sdventure. 1s literaliy what happened Grant Overton who, as a reporter on a San Francisco newspaper, de- | cined to hazard the experiment of shipping as an ordinary seaman on | an old-fashioned square-rigged | sailing vessel for a voyage half- way around the world. ' To translate into action his wanderlust, and the eraving adventure which is inherent In nearly- overy human being. re- quired both nerve and injtiative— although these Mr. Overton mod- estly deprocates having possessed. Neverthaless, the actual experi- | ences on this voyage were so | pecoliarly, unexpectedly and per- sistently dangerous that they might well have shaken the stam- tna of an individual who pretned himself on his herolsm. ¥t is not often tha a man who goes to sed, whether for literary cxperience, or for a livelihood, is confronted with a singular Combination o} circumstances ax hefell Mr. Overton His story, therefore, in this and the article to succed it, is truly remarkable. or | i | such | impuls. | stuck in my throat. | stared at each other. | an sonfe one was looking at yes opened on a short, very thickset | fellow, one of our watch, who stood before my bunk regarding me. He had a square head, which was set close on his shoulders; if he had a k. you could not observe it. He wore a blue shirt and dungaree trou- | sers. His immensely muscular arms, ending in very big hands, which were | unclenched, bung at bis sides. With his hairy face, his small, deep-set and cunning eyes, they gave him the ap- pearance of a human goriila. | T opened startled and inquiring eves | m him and raised myself half up in | jmy bunk, but stopped because he | tever moved, and did not speak. He merely stood comsidering me. My was to say, “What do you but somehow the question 1 think 1 was afrald to ask what he wanted. We distrustfully with first a kind of doubt and then | open suspicion. We had never | me. M want ~een each other before. His eyes were small and had a look cunning in them. but it vanished. giving place to a stupid look, as if jre were an animal that had come upon something new in its experience | BY GRANT OVERTON. WENT to sea apparently of & whim, but act strange the re- : to sat- inct in =ome 1o I don’t pretend to understand. | 1 shipped before the San Prancisco on the British ship Waytarer one wa, It at the end of July -olling in oves the sand hill rough the Golden 4 above the city was a tender ros aded into gray ae does the colo on a dove's breast. Inconspicuously one by one. stars wero hung out the darkening but their pure liance was qui he nearer incandescence lovely, luminous city. San Francisco, spread over her hils. like a beautiful woman sitting carelessly on a pillowed throne, dazzled the behelder, charmed and seduced his heart. The | the eity like neckl jewelled ornaments: the Hotel, on the highest point like a diadem. E and he sky in of th gracefully of and sleamed T leaned over tiie rail and the soft | suck and ripple of the water under my feet furnished music for this acene of enchantment. I turned my head and beheld quite a different spectacle—one as fascinating, in its own way. Two oil lanterns lit the two halves of the fo'c's'le, occupled by the port and starboard watches re- spectively, and the connecting door s open. The men wero passing to 1 fro—some of them, rather. others lay sleeping or drunken their bunks The evening was interrupted by a summons from the after deck. We all walked, stumbled or staggered aft, to | be lined up by the mate, Mr. Walker, who then proceeded with the second ate, Mr. Stowe, to choose watches. 1 was chosen for the port watch, the mate's, and made av extra hand in that wateh, the watches otherwise consisting of four white men and three megroes. The watches take their names from the ship's sides— “port” is on your left as. you face forward, “starboard” is on your right. We were called before it was light, al) hands to the windlass to break the two anchors, or “bowers,” out of the mud at the bottom of the harber, while a tug stood impatiently by, ready as soon as the anchors were up to tow us out through the Golden Gate. A tall, Jean man with an in- gratiating inanner, a wheedling voice and a shifty eye had selected himself a8 our chanteyman. His name was Smithb—just Smith. He instructed us 1o call him Smitty. He claimed to bé Irish and te have been brought up «mong the Klamath Indians. At each chorused line—“Heave ho, me lads, were homeward bound’— we got in two heaves on the wind- laes. Up, up, sluggishly upward came the two great weights of iron to be| catted on the bow; the impatient tug fiew into action, flinging us her tow- rope and breasting importantly ahead through the still water of the great harbor, now reflecting the high, gilded lght of early morning. passing * % % WE forsed ahead slowly through the Golden Gate. The hape of the city, on one hand, the mountains of Marin county on the other, receded. The tug left us. We looked back upon a rugged landfall which the cleft through which we had come was hardly perceptible. The looks were snatched, quick glances, for we had a fair breeze on our quar- rer and all hands were on deck mak- ag sail with the utmost possible rapidity. All twenty-three sails were spread, my watch was told off to go below and I went with them, after one long iook over the side at the rush of water past. We were actually making thirteen knots, or thirteen nautical mileg an hour—fifteen land miles an hour, which was as fast, I think, as the old Wayfarer could travel. At any rate, she never exceeded it in the 16,000 miles ahead of us. When one looked over the side our speed ap- peared incredibly swift. I have trav- eled a mile a minute or better on land and have had no such sensation of wpeea. full-rigged | hen 1 hat night | nad come | coior | extinguished by | Fairmont - tor | in | { been seasick. | to sea before, and my frequent exhi- | of the work, | reasoning, but I soon said nothing, and were trying to reach its limited | | mind around the new” object. He, } must have made up his mind. for the | look of cunning came back. He | moved slightly as if to take a step | forward, 1 do not think he was| ¥oiug (o speak: it looked as if he \were going to take hold of me with | of those hairy paws. of the wateh deck stuck bead in our door with a “Hoo! Hoo 2ving given himself the s assignment of rausing us beg- | | gars: from the ease that he and his| fellows sbout o enter upon. Old John Brown turned dbruptly and | shu d off toward bunk His ner, which T strove claborately imitate, was that which one wears | | when nothing at all has happened his l HAD plenty of ion to remem- © this iden One day er had bLeen nost & month at sea, one of negroes in my ae to me and sald to look out, Ov'ton. You vant to wateh yourself. 1 hear Old John Brown saying as how you ought | | to be put over the side I hear him | 4y @5 how you was only fit for feed- the bloody fishes. Fle and Carney | talking together one time under the fo'c's’le head and they Is each lallowing how he is gwine git you the firstest chance he has. Watch }_\U' 1f, man, wateh vo'salf'” | I took the warning seriously | that time I knew the vindictive tem- | per of both the saflor and the senfor | apprentice. Graves went on “When vou goes aleft, you letten someone else get between you and cither of them fellows, else you ain't never see Scotland.” 1 had found out why Brown hated me. As a rule he never spoke to me, but on one occasion he burst out with extraordinary vehemence, speaking in a slow volce and in the presence of the wateh. In fact, he never ad- dressed me when we were slone. It was his evident purpose, If. He could, | to create a hostile feeling toward me on the part of the others generally. “When you was not o be 8o sly like You are” he msaid, in his gurious dialect caused by his habit of using Dutch or German idioms in English, “you would do your proper share o' the ship's wark., A damned shirker, that's who you' are. Bloody well ought to die; we bloody well ought to drown you! Come on board, you do, making out you ain't know noth- ing. Was you seasick? No. Been to Sea before, you have, and getting out o' an able seaman's wark, In an expurgated fashion, this pre- sents his argument. He said he was a Hollander. His mind had a sort of stupid cunning and he reasoned in his own way. 1 had come on board scarcely knowing the difference be- tween a mast and a yard. I hadn't Therefore 1 had been w raves, the ou wa bitions of Ignoranec were just a pre- tense to enable me to shirk my part At first I trisd to meet this singular for the reason that the slightest op- position stirred him to a ptich of wrath I had never scen before. And he evidently nursed grudges Every man in our fo'c'sle had ap- parently been in jail ashore at least half a dozen times for all sorts of things from drunkennes to stealing, but John Brown was the only one who had been tried for murder. It was a great distinction, and he made the most of it. He had stood trial in New York city back in the 1890s, and Mclntyre, later of the district attorney’s office, had been his counsel —perhaps assigned by the court. Very likely Brown stood trial under a d Sailor THE SUNDAY “HIS THICK ARM CAME sW AGAIN-THE BEGIN- NING OF A PERFECT STREAM OF RAPID AND POWERFUL BLOWS DESIGNED TO KN name more nearly 1 do More than one the affair in detail portant fact he withheld w or not he sctually kiiled No thrill was loet, howe his own; he The on & whether woma ver, for not know narrated think every one believed him capable | foot of having killed her w % J T was not long after Lraves had told me of Brown's and Carney talk that I had a chance to under- stand how seriously Brown meant it. | Wo had got across the line and out of the doldrums, or reglon of calms While moving pleasantly along in the southeast trade wind we were send- ing down our light weathar salls and #ending up, or “bending on," much heavier canvas which would stand the Cape Horn blasts. The work aloft. on the foretopgallant vard, bad placed Brown and myself side by side. 1 didn't understand it of course, and strove clumeily. Suddenly, and without the least warning, Brown's thick arm came sweeping backward and struck me on the chest. It was @ hard blow. Fortunately, at the moment. T had hold of the jackstay— 8 little metal rod running along the top of the yard. to which the sail is fastened or “bent” If, as might easily bave been the case, my hahds had been free, and.T had been mersly standing on the wire footrope. bal- ancing with my stomach agsinst the yard, I should certainly have been knooked off the rope, to fall feventy feet to the deak below. To the deck or, possibly, into the| sea. It was fine weather, and by setting the mainsall aback the Way- farer could, have picked me up In fifteen or twenty minutes, always provided I'could keep afloat that long. I could not swim. An occa- sional shark’s fin was noted along- side. The blow astonished me to speech- lemmess. 1f I had wanted to call out for help T couldn’t have done 80. My fingers involuntarily closed about the jackstay: I clung to it. My knees began to quake. Without - any intermission he brought his arm back again—the be- | ginning of a perfect stream of rapid and powerful blows designed to knock me overboard at this favorable opportunjty. He hurried. There was, | of course, a chance that he would bé seen by the mate from the deck below. AS he struck he poured out his accumulated bitterness and hatred, Younded on an utterly illogi- cal and silly bit of reasoning, the process of his mind, a triumph of stupidity and animal cunning: “Get out o' the way, you ——! drown yourself, you bloody shirk In his poem, “Dauber.” Jobn Mase- Go the | im- | BUVARD.' s a suggestion—only a puggestion—of the ehithets of the sea The violence of his efforts, the Laste he was under, set the footrope moving in mad jerks. If I could hold with my fingere. Once my right slipped. the instep losing its place on the rope, but with my fin- gers hwoked into the juckstay T drew myself up again. Retaliation was out of the question. [ Lad not been aloft often envugh to be very sure of my footing or much at ease. 1 could not hit back. I could only hold on Ax suddenly stopped. Looking down, I could see Mr. Walker glancing intemtly ward. I took advantage of the re- spite to move in on the yard, nearer the mast. Brown finished his work, grumbling, and I let him precede mc to the deck. When I got there the mate cyed me queerly. It came over me that he had seen what was going on, but he sald nothing whatever about ft. Nor did 1 John Brown, usuadly full of delib- eration, had in this instance acted too hastily. If he had walted until rougher weather and nightfail he on would have succeeded to admiration. | | The deck was strewn with ropes and I could feel his vepomous glances, and those of Carney, directed my way In the following days. Carmey, how- ever, made no move. And before Brown was ready to strike again, sn event took place which changed the ‘whole atmosphere on board the Way- tarer. FIBBT the northeast and then the . southeast trade had taken us pretty far out into the Pacific. With the coast of Bouth Aemrica a thou- sand or more miles away, it began to * % % look as if we were headed for Aus-| tralia rather than to round Cape Horn. Capt. Roberts was counting, of course, upon the almost continu- ous westerly gales that blow in the Capt Horn latitude One afternoon the sky suddenly became overcast and a marked stiliness without wind came on the waters. The Wayfarer had been carrying every stitch of her can- vas. An order was immediately given | to take in the main skysail and to stand by royal halllards. The squall broke before we could get the skysail off her. There was rain, of course, but a sallor takes no account of rain. unless there is a shortage of fresh water in the tank. Weather to a sallor is an affair of wind or no wind. There was plenty of wind now, where an instant before there hadn't teen any. The starboard watch was called on deck ahead of time and all hands set to work to trim sail as quickly as pos- sible. The scene was apparently one of in- “HE CURSED THE SKIPPER.” up- | STAR, WASHIINGTOb‘T D..C. Has Battle for Life 6n Yard Arm of | ideas and could sec the look on their | American the attack began it | The rain d APRIL 20, 1924 —PART: 5. | :xtricable confusion and a good deal | of fright. We had not only to take in upper sails and the three courses, ncluding the immense mainsall; we had also to wear ship at once and get away from the attructive but danger- us vicinity of Manga Reva, with its rows of outlylng reefs We did everything at once, although 1 had no idea of what we were doing. | cnded in sheets; the air and water were gow quite cold and set our teeth chattring dspite frantic exortions. A huge negro of our| watch, Robert Carnellus Lee, six feet | four inches tall, gave a flendish yell and jumping from the deck caught with his powerfu!l hands the underside of the ladders of shrouds and ratlines, £0ing up hand over hand for a dozen pulls, then twisting, throwing his | body over and running up the rest of | the way to the tops. Others imitated him, sprang into the rigging and went aloft like smooth- jointed monkeys and scarecrows. I had never gone up so fast In my lite. of | resounded with the officers’ cries and the imploring xhouts of the men haul- BY STERLING HEILIG. i PARIS, April 8. HIS happened in a big Paris de- partment store. The nows editor's wife, of course. was straight and slender. slightly under mannequin dimensions. Of course, I way, it gave her advantage in the lightning changes. They just siipped them on and off her, and the ready-made frocks looked right-—as after rectification for a stouter girl, or shorter girl, or others. So she attained for them the climax of their system. I could see them making room for other women to rubber (there were many waiting for the little try-on rooms that lined the hall). But I was frightened for Waldo. Where would he get off financially? Two saleswomen and three ai girls fluttered around us, sending for more models. On and off the devoted wife they slipped them. Did vou ever hear of Fregoli? He used to disappear behind a screen angd come out on the other side another man. They shooed our girl into a cubby room. Less than a minute passed. When she came out in that black silk I took her for a manne- quin. 8he had gone im, a tourist from the boat. Then I saw the whole thing. Some women know how to wear 'em! That black silk dress. Call it an afternoon dress, or din- ner dress, or theater dress—women will know. My point is that, exam- ined in the hand, it was a flimsy, skimpy bit. On her it was as if you saw a big ofl portrait by o master. All" was there—line, color splash, distinction, and the new note of the hour in Paris—all, all! Off her it was just a crumpled handful of black silk—a mere slip! The price was $60, with the franc worth 5 cents. But, of course, there was & cape.of the same ‘heavy silk | and abeolutely lacking &t the moment ing sharp on the heavy weather braces; we took the topeail sheets to the capstan and Bmitty gave us & chanteyman's lines for our choruses and heaving. But the scene of the greatest ex- citement was aft on the raised poop deck, where Capt. Roberts, an im- Petuous Welshman appearing in pajamas from his aftermon nap, en- deavored to take charge by knock- ing men aside and himself hauling on the mizzdn buntlines, a ridiculous, ‘water-sodden figure without dignity in clearheadedness. I wonder that he did not breed panmic.. The fact Is, he bred something far worse. *x s 4 HE work of the emergency seemed to go on interminably; we had taken in eleven salls including the large courses in forty-four minutes. Varfous small matters of tautening ropes, picking up gear and colling down remained for attention. They ‘vere up to the starboard watch, and still we of the port side were kept out in the cold rain and wind and| away from our supper. A little more Jevel headed, now that all real danger was by, Capt. Roberts, under & rain- cost, continued to boss ua about tyrannicaily. I .could see our men in a claster in the ship's waist, could see them evidently exchanging-their WH\' does the thing run in my mind. who knows and cares so little for women's wear? Worn right, 1 say, the pifiing bit of silk was like a Sargent portrait. Also it was offered in a big depart- ment store of Paris. “Our own model,” they said. “Tt is going straight to the street win- dows." Tut, tushi 1t was not their model any more than your pants are, Bill. And it was not going to the street windows. It was snatched up by a lady who desired it. And, anyhow, they do not put such things into the windowe. It was copied yesterday for some one of the real exclusive style-de- signing houses of the Rue de la Paix or thereabouts. 4 It is a new system—new in Paris. You get everrthing except the name. ‘The Rue de la Paix has the expense of maintaining high-pald specialists who are real artists to ransack art galleries and devise new models. Buying such, American commerocial buyers get the name (to sell the original at a high price), and also get the “memorandum”—list of where to purchase every element of stuff and decoration, even to the buttons, to repeat the model in another land than France. It is quite understood, the price s in proportion, all 0. K. But certain Paris big shops adopt the system in a sketchy manner, 2§ ‘we see, without name, and, one rather fancies, without memorandum. Severzal such which came up from the cheap-price trade with vast de- velopment and still bank on it have had the second thought to swing the trade de luxe at the same time with their vast capital. ‘Who ¢an move against them? They execute oach model five times—per- haps ten times at the utmost. Such fine gowns are swiftly snatched up, scattered around the world, no more in evidence, and others take their places. Perhaps, indeed, there is a “memorandum”—the Rue de la Paix must get its money where it can. flat crepe. It was a very plain, long- waisted dress, with slesves so short you might say none at all; tight skirt, straight knee length overskirt, gathered in front, and straight, belt- less back. - The cape was a.straight plece of the same heavy black silk, about twenty-seven inches wide, gathered slightly at the meck and thrown loosely over the shoulders. .The two outside corners fell into points on the hips. @ The cape was lined with variegated flowered cretonne, the pattern being outlined with gold thread. A narrow strip - of this gold-poinged flowery glory edged the bottom of the walst in front and eke the sieeves. In fact, It's all the sleeves there were. | And a group of the same gold-edged cretonne flowers was appliqued on the right hip. And that was all—severe black sllk, with these flawered, gold-edged coler splashes! In the same order of ideas a world- renowned perfumer, to my knowledgu,:| has produced a famous perfume of: his own, with:ut his name, for &.dex:, partment_ sters to..sell at: & lower| % Lfi?’- ‘un éempare; therefore, thése A~<imodish :models; 5o new and sle<| jgant in .a_ Paris deps nt store, ot witl fesl’ signed originsls” the' Rue' deJa, Paix (these claim: to in New York or other American clty— product of an honest deal, all open and above board, including “memo- randum.” g “A similar dress might be bought’ In the United States,” says the edi- tor's wife, “for sbout the same Pprice, but it would be very much [nferior in quality and workmanship. All finishing would be machine work in- resentful faces, black and white altke. In a few moments, without refusing duty, they were letting the starboard | crowd, a docile crew, execute all the commands. Still Capt. Roberts strut- ted on the weather side, bawling out orders he might better have left to his second. The whole knot suddenly advanced to the foot of the companion ladder | leading to the weather side—the | captain’s side—of the poop. Smitty | was spokesman. He shouted to Capt. Roberts: “We want our watch below!” Capt. Roberts ceased strutting. came to the hesd of the ladder, and | stared down at the group. Suddenly | the work of the ship ceased. The mate and sécond appesred in the | background and moved up close to the captain's back. “What do you say “We want our watch below,” pested Smitty, with a snerl. Various voices from the group sup- ported him. Capt. Roberts seemed to be taken by surprize. Mr. Walker, at one of his shoulders, glowered down on his crowd, his mouth open as if he would gladly bits them. The sec ond, Mr, Stowe, looked very serious- faced behind his surprisingly big, red, drooping mustache. re-| “You'll go below when I give you | permission,” said the skipper. At that there was a general outcry the clyster moved nearer to the foot of the ladder, and Edwards, a negro of most volatile temper thrust him- self forward. “What yo' mean?’ he shouted. “Yo damn ole fool, you gwine keep us out here all night? Yo' ain't know | Row to nav'gate yo' own ship. Buttin'| into men, knockin' 'em aside, haulin’ | on the ropes vo'self! What sort of old man yo' are; tell me da He cursed the skipper, he blas- phemed, he was outrageous. We were all deeply moved; we had been under gome slight strain and were power- fully excited. To the shock of Ed- wards' eleotrifying outburmt was add- ed the profounder shock of our Welshman's behavior; for, after tak- ing one step down the companion ladder. Capt. Roberts stood stockstlll, his eyes fixed warily on the men be- | low him and on Edwards, an uneasy smile playing over his plump, flushed countenance. All could see that he was. afrald. 5 % JT _was one of the most dangerous moments of the whole pessage. To such specch ay Edwards had used there could be, in the discipline of the | sea, but one answer—a blow, The whole affair, though arising from a | justified but small and momentary gricvance, was rankest insubordina- | tion. Perhaps Capt. Roberts was re- | strained by the rigidity of English | law, whioch does not comsider a blow lightly. Striking a man is assasit. even though dome on shipboard an® by an officer to a mutinous saflor—a matter for the closest serutiny in | port, for censures and penalties and | blots upon a seaman’s record. Ng. doubt all of this had its part in our skipper's behavior: the fact re-- mains that BEdwards mouth shoudd | have been stopped. and on any Amer- ican ship—Harsh as is the record of | Jealousy order in America. and then the price would range from one-half to once again as much.” - We sat in @ kind of long, narrow haliway-on the fourth floor, entered from. vast rooms crowded With wax mannequins, _all dressed up, and thousands of these slips called gowns hanging from wooden holders on in. terminable racks, whers they were crowded, flat, together, as in a wom- an's wardrobe trunk. with saleswomen and aides, the massed public of seeking women surged and ebbed. The gowns, as a rule, of course, were reliable, sure-to-please house,” repeated in series, many o them figuring in pictured and num bered -catalogues sent all over France. For the plums, you've got to pick ‘em. Or, rather, the saleswomen, judg- ing by your fromt, pick you and bring the plums in. Elegant women of Paris, on the plum quest. slip in by the bundreds to average down their Rue de la Palx expenses. Everybody profits except the Rus de la Palx—and one cannot be sure about the Ruo de la Paix's loss, either. The hallway where we sat was lined on one side by doors of twenty or more little dressing rooms. Crowds of wonien, waiting for them, rubbered our Fregoli. 8he bounced out in a new model. It was a gray tailored frock of heavy gray silk alpaca. Great heav. ens! cant silk slip makes! hands to the size of a base ball. it Is an afternoon dress, all right. Mrs. A. B. Spreckels has brought my dear old mother a bolt of heavy Chinese sitk, flowered navy blue, from San Franciseo, in the sweétness of her disposition. It must be made up. Now, in the inmocence of mother’s disposition (the thing must bé “am- bow to goodness can ‘it be made up like thess mere slips which ‘they are wearing? They are decent. The Jady is covered. All the same, a imost made one! m“‘ “‘two-tiered underskirt, with 16086 “straight-tailored blouse, sid opening, long tight sleeves and naf: row ol collar of white piqua. Th dowh the center of it.. In line with' this, o similar band o -the skirt ex- tendsd to the bottom. The blouse, free from fullness, had a round neck and marrow gray silk belt, worn at a X I fear I have not conveyed the impression. When our girl came :n it there wae stead of hand, as in these examples. To obtain the same quality one would be obliged to have the dress made to ' The whole chic was due exaetly to - nothing flimsy or scanty. I say she looked a_picture! - Amid this in the vast rooms, along | and moderate-priced “models of the | ‘What a change that insignifi- | You could crumple it in your two | Yet | opening was edged with a narsow1o! Fod “blue ailk, with: w Do GHEAAIE) Butwith. shezsiing thlng fpandof dark blue silk, with buttons ghips for bruatlity— mouth would have been stopped. ] all Capt.’ Roberts sald, with that un- casy smils and in a voice aitogother 100 weakiy conciliatory, was: “Go forward, my man. Better be carefol what you say At that Edwards let him have it. Capt. Roberts stood there, lstening to the abuse. When the negro stop- ped, out of breath. he repeated his warning, which sounded weaker that ever, and added “Mr. Walker, 1o We went, in mingled relief and t umph. We had bearded the old man and ‘wo.had_discovered that he was afraid of us. It was moment, and the watch with oaths and shouts of and cries. What next? 1p wa. by an expansive expanded laughter It must have been an hourfor grave uneasiness aft. On deck we coult hear Mr. Stowe, best of the thres men n the cabin, the fairest and ordi- narily the gentlest, horsing his men about savagely, in the impotence of his justificd resentment at what had taken place: But already, as we jubilated, the sclidarity that had united ue on deei was beginning to crum Smitty, who counted himself lord of th. | fo'e’s'le, remembered jealously th Edwards had taken the center of tha | stage. In addition this persona! the men a 5y started between the | whites and the blacks It was commencement whiet to last for weeks and give | comfort to the afterguard That very night the Smitty and Edwards fe other, exchanged made threats of bloodshed. Smitty next dav carried them aft, with the rest Capt Roberts sent for Hdwarde alone, demanded his sheath knife, and broke the biade off ehort before han ing it back. Bdwards, in wild rage but this time without the watch his back, had to submit His threats bacame violen Soon the four white men and thre negroes on our side were not speal Ing to each other and ed to unite in necessary ship's work The weather was rapidly getting cold er and high winds were mor: mon. In seventy-two hours denly passed from a subtropicsl mate to one almost as rigorov . New York winter, and I was doubled up with cramps. 1 aould hardly stand at times, but the wholg watch, whi and blacks alike, joined in treating me as a shirker To cap everything. Capt. Roberts under the pretense that it would be risky to alloaw me to go aleft in ba¢ weather, had just decreed that I should stand all the lookouts for our watch on the fo'c's’le head nightly. That meant six hours'.duty a night in a exposed position, as compared wit the two hours a night of the able ses man taking his trick at the wheel Meanwhile Brown continued his o forts to stir up an active hate again m&_: his hostility was unrelenting. was s00n to experience a mofe d gerous manifestation # it than yet. of two | general the a feud t tha more ely consent we (Copyright. 1924.1 Famed Designers’ Fashions Copied By Big Paris Department Stores - what wouid be a painter's merit. the long. slender tallored lines, { broken only by the three tiers, the first of which was the blouse edge The price was $30, with the frane at 5 cents—that was, yesterday, 600 | france, and doubtless it would so re=* main today but for one fact—the | model is sold out. They have gon~ | on to others. But the Rue de Ia Faix desigrer still continues to issue it! She came out a Quaker girl 1 was glad that she purchased this { model, because & word descrid | tone. But the frocks alreads men- | tioned will show- cqually—what any | old friend of Paris would be glad to point out—that amid all the flimsy; canty afternoon dressing and un- dressing in Paris you will ind amon, the smartest models frocks whi look all right upon our ‘sisters— Christian frocks, if 1 may say it in particular if you just stand off and 100k at them as worn. We called it the Quaker dress. Compared with others, it was of heavy gray crepe de chine, with a over printed pattern in soft shades ot many colors. Yet something domi- nated the whole color effect like Quaker dove blushing rosy. A long-waisted dress, my sisters, with long tight sleeves and front knee-length overskirt with a small pocket on each side. A belt of the | same material ties loosely on the left | side around a low walstline. A" tie of the same materiais joins the open ing in the center front of the waim | which enlarges the high round neck- line enough to allow the dress to slip over the head. Got to get it on, girl And, do vou know, the only | ming on this beautiful frock small round cream lace collar! Its beauty depends on the sweetly pretty material and the long, slender lines, broken only by the front over skirt. And that is that! * * * | trim- is a HE style tendencies may be put down thus: (1) Continuance of the lost . waistline. both belted and beltléss: (2) skirts about seven to eleven inches above the ground; (3) continyance of tight skirts on tai- lored eostumes and many front over- skirts ob afterdpon gowns; (4) per- ‘nBpss more Jong .sleeves than in the past, huf: ‘oWni-are slips such a5 ghEm. except for the low. -waistline, skirts ten inches from the clouds, and the whole business sleeyeldss” gna skimpy in a way few angels’ ahprove. it Of course, you can always find the sweétest “Quakér- drésses” and “good little girl frocks® of exquisite mod- esty as worn—as worn! Don’t handle thém! r . S 1}