Evening Star Newspaper, September 23, 1928, Page 91

THE SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGTON, STOR A Foot Ball Serial Abo BY W. BOYCE MORGAN. INSTALLMENT 1. When Mr. J. 8. Ferris, son of the man for whom Ferristoin had been named, returned to his boyhood home to spend the later years of his life the four members of the Conquerors’ Club could not have guessed that it would affect them in any way. But it did. Mr. Ferris was reported to be worth close to a million dollars, yet at the opening game of the Ferriston High | School foot ball season he sat beside men who couldn’ en imagine that much money and cheered as loudly as any of them. He had good reason to cheer, too, for Ferriston, with its All- Conquerors backfield, ran wild over its weak opponents and won the game 68—0. On_ the following Monday afternoon { the high school students were sur- prised when they were summoned to a | special assembly by the principal, and | still more mystified when they saw Mr. Ferris on the platform. After he had been introduced by the principal, the millionaire faced his audience of ex- pectant boys and girls. In the section of the auditorium filled | by the junior class the four members of the Conquerors’ Club, Bob Millers, | Bill Jenkins, Porky Jones and Red Hop- | kins, were sitting together, waiting as | ectantly as anybody in the hall. e really looks quite human, doesn’t | he?” answered Bob. “What did you expect him to look | lke—a walking dollar sign?” said Porky sarcastically. Bob would never have let that go unanswered had not the dis- tinguished visitor started to speak just th en. He told the students how glad he was to be back in his old home town and made some flattering remarks about how bright they looked, which fooled nobody—least of all the teachers! Then he began to talak about something that interested everybody—foot ball. “I've got to confess,” the rich man; said with a smile, “that I'm a rabid foot ball fan. I just about ruined my voice yelling for that wonderful team of yours Saturday.” (Cheers from the audience.) | “And I want to say right now that I've never seen a high school backfield like the one vou have.” (More cheers from the audience, while the four Con- querors tried to smile it off.) | “I've heard their story, too—how they are the four members of an organization called the Conquerors’ Club, which seems to live up to its name.” (More cheers) *“Your coach has told me that Bob Mil- ler, who' is left. halfback, I believe, got the idea of an All-Conquerors’ Club backfield last Fall and got the other boys out for the team. And then he told me how, after playing as subs all year, they went into the big Fayette game last year after the regular backs had been hurt in an auto accident and won not only the game but the first county championship that Ferriston has ever boasted.” ‘There were deafening cheers at that, and the four Conquerors grinned un- comfortably. “Gee,” said Bill ruefully, “I didn't know he was coming up here to tell our history. “Let’s elect him to the club and make him historian,” whispered the irrepressi- [ same as English tl ble Porky. TATLUM.—The numeral Ten. Use “Now,” Mr. Ferris was continuing, | a5 in English. » t! +I want to see this great team you have| ~TALAPUS.—Pronounce as written, this year win that county championship again. I'll tell you just how much I want that in a minute. And from what 1 The Fumbled Pass IES SPORTS ut the Conguerors Club. sub shows more stuff than a regular on the team, I don't care if it's Capt. Mayner or Bob Miller or any one clse, that regular goes out and the sub goes in. That's one thing to remember. “And here’s another: Don't get swelled heads. We look good now, but you can’t tell what may happen before the season is over. Every team had its bard luck and we'll get ours. But no matter whether we win the county championship and the new field, or lose every game, we're going to be a hard- hitting, fair-fighting team. “Have you got that? All right. Enough talking. Let's go out on the field and do something for a change.” With a dash the squad was out on the turf in the warm Autumn sun- shine, and in a few minutes they were tackling, kicking, passing and prac- ticing every other phase of the game. After an hour of that and signal drill, the coach lined the regulars up against the second team for scrimmage. Perhaps when Coach Edwards made that remark about every team having its hard luck he had a premonition. At any rate, only a few minutes before practice was to end Red Hopkins hit the line on an off-tackle play and went | to the bottom of the pile. When the | other players climbed off Red lay white faced and silent on the turf. | The coach hurried to him. “What's wrong, Red?” knee!” he gasped, his face ted with pain. ‘The other Conquerors picked him up and carried him to the locker room. A doctor was called, and the players stood fobsrly around while Red was exam- ned. It's a bad twist—a very bad one” said the doctor. “He can’t be on that leg for at least a week unless he's mighty careful. and I'm afraid there will be no more foot ball for him all season.” tw (To be continued nex t Sunday.) TILACUM.—Say TILL-LA-KUM, ac- centing TILL. This covers the entire idea of friendship and close association. It means Friend, People, a Tribe, Rela- tives, Person, Persons, etc. ‘TILL.—Heavy, Tired, Worn Out. TIKA —Pronounce TICK-KA. Want, Desire, Wish for. TUMTUM. — Pronounce as written. ‘This word stands for the entire mental process. meaning Mind, Heart, Think, Feel, Spirit, Intellect, Thought, Memory, Know, etc. NIKA SICK TUMTUM means “I feel downhearted,” and KLOSH NIKA TUMTUM COPO MIKA is “Good my heart is toward you” (I am friendly to you, or I like you). TYEE.—Say TIE-EE. Chief, Head Man, Boss, Leader. TOKUM.—The numeral Six. Use the with the accent on TAL. The Coyote, and nothing else. TAHMOLITSH. — Pronounce TAH - T've seen of the team I think they can.| MOLL-LITSH. A Barrel or Bucket, a You've got a wonderful line, led- by | Keg, Tub, etc. Capt. Mayner, and I've already said TANZE.—A corruption of the English enough about the backfield. “Of course, I know the team would give the best it has for the school with- out any extra inducement. However, at the game Saturday I noticed that, the stands were a little weak, and I'll tell | pe] you what I'm going to do. If—and, mind you, the ‘if’ is important—if Fer- riston wins the county championship again this year, I'm going to build new stands for you and a field house, and make it the best athletic field that any high school in the State can boast of. Now, what is the team going to do about that?” ¥ ‘The answer came from the packed-in student body in no uncertain tones. In fact, they put on a_demonstration that had not been equaled since they beat Fayette and took the championship the year before. Then Coach Edwards and Capt. Mayner spoke in turn and es- sured Mr. Ferris they were going to have another championship, without any question, The assembiy was then adjourned, and the students departed in high excitement over the generous man’s offer. ‘The four Conquerors hurried at once to the locker room and started to get into their foct ball togs, but Colchi Edwards passed the word that he wanted to talk to the boys before they | bel went on the field. When the squad gathered arcund him he said seriously: “Fellows, you all heard what Mr. Ferris s Now, we want another championship this year, and we want that new athletic field, but we want one thing more than that. We want to have a foou ball team that’s clean end fair-fighting and sportsmanlike. “Qur chances for a good team this year look great We've got a ready- made veteran backfield, and a bunch of old-timers in the line. Next year we'll still have that backfield, and th~v ought to be better thon ever then. word Dance, having the same use and meaning. TATOOSH. — Pronounce TAT-TOO- SH. The meaning is Mound-shaped. EINTXN.—A Bell, or the Sound of a T'KOPE--Say TA-KOPE, accenting KOPE. White. TOMOLLAH.—Tomorrow. TWAGH.—Say T-WAH-GUH, accent- ing WAH. Bright, Shining, Light, Star, Glittering. It is seldom used. T'SEE.—Sweet, like sugar. ‘T’SEEPEE.—Pronounce as spelled. To Izlflss. to Make a Mistake, a Blunder, an rror. T'SCHUG.—Say TSS-CHUG. Split, Crack Open. TUCKAMONOCK. — Pronounce as i‘:l)elled. ©One Hundred is its sole mean- 8. TUPSHIN.—A needle. TIPS O.—Hair, Feathers, Grass, Leaves, etc. T'ZUM.—Say T-S-S-ZUM. The pri- mary meaning is Spotted, but it can express any broken color, any kind of printing and an identifying mark or brand, UGH.—A grunt used by all Indians. It can express approval, surprise, fear, pity, sympathy, agreement, wonder, dis- clief, disapproval, and so on, depend- ing entirely upon the way it is spoken. — A Pert Query. A young man home from college wished to inspire his little sister with awe of his learning. Accordingly, he pointed to a star and said, “Amy, do you see that bright nen It's bigger than this whole world!” “No, it isn’t,” sald his sister. “Yes, 1t is,” declired the young col- legian. “Then why doesn't it keep off the But I'm saying right now that if any rain?” was the triumphant rejoinder. In a previous article, Mr. O'Brien told how the three-masted, full- rigged ship, the Denbigh Castle, sail- ing from Liverpool, arrived at the port of Mollendo, in Peru, after a voyage that had lasted 407 days. She was then .10 .months overdue. What had happened was that when she tried to round Cape Horn she had run into continuous storms of snow and hail, and for months she was unable to make any progress. ‘The captain decided to turn about and sail around the world to reach his destiration. He headed for the South Indian Ocean. BY R. BARRY O'BRIEN. ITH the topsails and foresaiis pulling steadily, the ship began to run her easting splendid the dull, blue ridge of the South Ame: ican coast line had faded out of sight, and by nightfall the Denbigh Castle was & hundred miles to eastward of it. ‘The men'’s spirits quickly rose. Their principal joy now seemed to be to gaze over the side and watch the vessel's long, narrow hull regling through the mountainous slopes of water. For weeks they had longed to see her mak- ing such progress, and now, without thinking of the thousands of miles of ocean they had yet to traverse, they were content to know that every hour increased their distance from the ac- cursed vicinity of Cape Horn. But as the days passed, their previous ill luck seemed to return. The westerly winds upon which the captain had placed such reliance when deciding to run his vessel the other way about be- came light and erratic. The “runs” dropped from 300 miles a day to 200, 150, and even less. And then came a spell of easterly weather, with the yards braced sharp up on the backstays once more. Capt. Evans was now compelled to place the crew on strict rations to make sure that the provisions would hold out. He had been anxious to keep the men working, holystoning decks, chipping and scaling rust, scouring bright work— anything to prevent their brooding over their sorry plight. But with the ration- ing they refused absolutely to do a hand’s turn beyond what work was nec- essary actually to sail the ship, and he deemed it inadvisable to compel them to do so. During the succeeding days they sat around from morning to night in de- jected attitude, sucking at their pipes. A deadly, monotonous gloom settled on the vessel. What books the ship’s li- brary could boast of were read and re- read and then slung overboard in utter disgust. Shipmates came to loathe the sight of one another’s faces, and some- times it required only a black look to start a “scrap.” P By the time the ship reached the longitude of the Cape tobacco had run out altogether, and provisions were so low that the daily rations had to be augmented with a_variety of albatross dishes—unsavory dishes even for the ished. “?hs crew became listless, hollow-eyed, emaciated. They pulled on the ropes in an ominous silence, without pumng their weight into the work. The officers’ orders, such as “Square the cro'jack yards” and “Lee fore-brace,” were re- ceived with angry mutterings and hreats of refusal to obey. The captain became anxious; so much so, even when he breeze freshened from the westward, he kept the ship under reduced canvas, doubting the crew’s capacity to get the sail off her in an emergency. Such caution, however, did not com- mend itself to the men. “Better to take the sticks out of her, and drown the lot of us, than drift around like a crab and die of starvation,” one of the crew de- clared. Finally one bright spark in the fo'c’sle lit on a novel manner of impart- ing to the captain the fact that his cau- tion was not finding favor with the hands. A couple of white feathers were pluck- ed from the wing of a captured alba- tross and sent aft by the steward in an envelope addressed to the captain, “With the crew’s best respects and com- pliments.” Captain Evans was furious, of course, and ordering all hands to muster aft immediately, he demanded an explanation. “Well. sir, it's like this ’ere,” said M-——, the spokesman. “’'Ere we are seven months at sea, short o' grub, without tobacco, and with a fair wind and no sail set to speak of. One 0’ them feathers i§ from the port watch, t'other from the starboard. We# just sent 'em along to sort of inform you that we think you're showing the white feather by being afraid to give 'er the canvas.” Captain Evans was completely taken aback by such insolence and insubordi- nation. A deep flush of humiliation suf- fused his countenance. The two officers who stood alongside him clenched their fists and glared threateningly at the men. The chief mate took a step for- ward, a dark scowl on his face, his right arm partially upraised as though he would strike down the speaker. But the | captain restrained him. | “Leave this to me,” he said, quietly. Then, facing the crowd with a steely gaze that seemed to look straight into every individual pair of eyes in'front of him, he addressed them. “Do you realize, you fools who would teach me my business,” he demanded, “that the glass is about as low as it can be? Am I to risk being caught in a hurricane squall under a press of canvas WITH A STEELY GAZE THE CAPTAIN FACED THE LEADERS OF THE MUTINY. ing their weight even in fine weather, let alone in an emergency? Tell me, am I? ‘The man, M- who had started to voice this fo'c'sle “grouse” with such assurance and truculence, winced before the master’s furious demeanor. “Don’t worry about us, Cap'n,” he stammered at last. “Give 'er the rags and we'll take ’em in f'r you. Better to risk drowning than starvation!” “You hear that, men?” demanded the captain. “Are you agreed to what this man says? Speak up, someone! Do you stand by what M—— says?" A shaky murmur of acquiescence vi- brated through the crowd. “Good enough!” cried the commander, his voice suddenly rising in anger. *“You shall have the rags, all of them— the to'gallant’ls, royal, fore-and-afters, courses, every stitch! But if the masts come down around your ears and kill the lot of you, don't blame me. Aloft and loose the sails this minute! The first man who hesitates to obey my orders I'll clap in irons!” The captain spent that night on deck. He was anxious but determined. The men were getting out of hand. They needed a lesson, and he meant to give it to them. During the rest of the trip, I might mention, he was never accused of being faint-hearted in the matter of carrying canvas, and his orders to shorten down were always carried out with alacrity. * ok % THE captain sailed straight for PFre- mantle, Western Australia, which was the nearest port, and at length, on June 19, 1909, after a further spell of adverse weather, the ship sighted Rott- nest Island, marking the entrance of the harbor. What land and the civilization it stood for meant to those worn-out, half-starved sailormen will be more readily imagined than described. Some of them actually believed that the Welcome sight was only a hallucination. It was not until the pilot-cutter came alongside, and a prosaic and very ma- terial pilot clambered aboard, that realization of the wonderful truth came to them. Then one or two of them sat down and actually wept! While the pilot was bringing the ship to anchor in Gage Roads the cutter, upon his instructions, steamed up the river to the town and returned shortly with a stock of provisions, including fresh meat and vegetables, white bread and butter, and even fruit, with which the cook and steward set to work to prepare a meal the like of which had not been seen by any of the men aboard that packet for many a long, weary month. Having at length induiged themselves to capacity and lit up their pipes, the fo'c’sle hands lay back contentedly in their bunks and discussed the future. “Well, boys, I've done all I means to do aboard of this ‘ere old lime-juicer,” declared one decisively, puffing out clouds of smoke. “She blamed near done for us all once. I ain't takin’ any more chances.” “What do you propose doing, then?” asked another. ‘“Hopping it in a small boat in the middle of the night?” “No; that ain’t no good,” replied the former. “They’ll take jolly good care aft there that no boat ’as a chance o' comin’ alongside. I suppose we asks the old man to pay us off. If he refuses— well, we'll just tell 'im that ‘we're through. Simple enough, ain’t it?” “I suppose you know it'll mean jail?” remonstrated a gray-bearded old shell- g with a crew who seem incapable of pull- ack. “Well, what o' that, Father Christ- D. C, SEPTEMBER mas?” demanded the first speaker. “Ain't it better to go to quod for a few weeks than to spend another three or four months dragging across the Pa- cific in this ’ere packet?” “Yes; a darned sight better,” grum- bled a voice from the forward end of the fo'c’sle. “My bloomin’ oath!” cried another. “Think of the amount of graft there'll be getting the old wagon shipshape again. Why, she'll be a reg'lar floating work ‘ouse!” And so these sailormen groused to their hearts’ content, gradually working themselves up into a state of revolt at the apparent burning injustice of their lot. At length one fellow clambered out of his bunk, declaring: “Well, what's the use o' talkin'? Let's do something.” “Come on, then; come on aft, the lot of yer, an’ let’s have it out with the old man. I'm ready!” shouted the man who 'had started the 'agitation. He crawled out of his bunk and led the way on deck. When the captain refused to pay the men off, as every one knew he would, | they informed him that they were fin- | ished and shuffled forward to pack their ags. “They'll probably think better of it tomorrow,” Capt. Evans told the mate. But when next morning the latter wents to the fo'c'sle door and. ordered the men to tumble out, they greeted him with an ironical burst of derision. “We've done all the work we mean to do aboard this 'ere ship,” jeered one. The officer retired, furious but impo- tent to do anything in the matter but send for the police. This was done, and presently the men were taken ashore under arrest. At the police court they put up the plea that the ship was unseaworthy, but the magistrate declined to uphold this contention and they were sent to jail with hard labor until such time as the Denbigh Castle would be ready to sail. Thus, even by going to prison, they were unable to gain their end. * ok ok % ON July 5, after a stay of 16 days at Fremantle, during which time a gang of shore-riggers had done all that was necessary to prepare the ship for sea, the Denbigh Castle hoisted her anchor and set out on the second half of her voyage around the world. Her crew, after their spell of durance vile, which, judging from their much- improved appearance, had done them no harm, settled down to shipboard life in an orderly manner, as though anxious to atone for their past insubor- dinate conduct. The captain and offi- cers had no further trouble .with them. The vessel had a fine run across the Great Australian Bight, but upon en- tering Bass Strait, between Australia and Tasmania, she encountered a west- erly gale, which sprang up with the suddenness for which storms in that vicinity are noted. Under three straining lower top- sails, to which she had quickly been shortened down, the ship staggered through the night, breasting a never- ending succession of short, curling seas. Clad in long sea boots and streaming oflskins, the commander and the offi- cer of the watch stood close together throughout the long hours of abysmal darkness, peering to windward and ahead. A little after midday the glass stopped falling, and about 3 p.m. a_terrific squall, heralding a shift of wind to the southward, burst over the vessel, pelt- ing her with a shower of hail and sleet. A bright strip of clear blue sky ap- 23, 1928—PART T. Mutineers Grew Bold But Failed peared over the southern horizon, and then suddenly the wind blew around to that direction, forcing the ship’s head to fall off to the eastward. “Stand by to wear ship with all hands,” the captain shouted into the mate’s ear. “Daren’t let her stand to the eastward in this weather.” The words were hardly out of his mouth than there came an agonizing shout, which was more like a scream, from the lookout man. “Brea—kers—on—the—port—bow!* Every one rushed to the lee rail, where, clinging to back-stay and shroud with one hand and shielding their eyes from the wind and spray with the other, they stared hard in the direction indicated. A long white line of breaking water leapt to their gaze, and then vanished. “It's only the top of a sea!” shouted some one in an unconvincing, quavering voice. But the next instant, as though to give the lie to this suggestion, there arose from the same spot a huge column of water, which went up into the air like a waterspout. It subsided just as suddenly in a smother of white foam, against which lay revealed quite clearly through the lifting murk a cluster of dark, unmistakable objects. “The Crockodile Rocks!” cried the captain hoarsely. “And under our lee, by Heaven!" “Will she weather ’em, do you think, sir?” shouted the mate, glancing to windward. “‘Afraid not. Daren’t risk it,” shouted back the commander. And then in a full-throated roar, which rose even above the howling of the wind, he thundered: “Hard up the helm, there! Stand by to square the yards, the rest of you. And get the fores']l and tops'ls on her as quick as you can, Mister” (this to the mate). “I mean to run her now.” * koK X 'HERE was no need to rouse out the watch below; the cry of “Breakers!” had been sufficient to bring them rush- ing helter-skelter on deck. And now, with the dull but distinet boom of the surf in their ears, they fiung themselves recklessly on the braces and into the rigging to carry out the captain’s | orders. | In answer to her helm, the ship paid off slowly into the trough of the sea, then hung fire, helpless and rolling, drawing nearer every second to those terrible, gleaming pinnacles of rock to leeward. The men cursed and groaned as they dragged on the braces, realizing that they were fighting for their lives. The yards on the main and mizzen jolted and creaked, and came square. “Belay all!” shouted the captain in a frenzy. “Leave the yards on the fore to help her pay off. Quick, get the foresl on her now.” The glint of steel flashed on the fore- yard as the men up there slashed and hacked at the gaskets with their sheath-knives. Then, with a bang, the huge sail flew out suddenly, thrashing furiously, until the men on deck steadled tight its sheet and tack. The three topsails followed, bursting out upon the wind with a frightful noise, which, with the awe-inspiring boom of the surf and the howling of the *ind, reated a regular pandemonium. The chain-sheet of the maintopsail carried away in the yard-arm sheave, | its one part coming down on deck with o clatter, the other, attached to the clew of the sail, crashing furiously with reverberating blows on the lower yard, from which sparks flew as from | How a Lifetime Was Spent in Furnished Rooms RBY D. ORRINE MAGOUNE. WO chief influences led to my 40 cars in “furnished rooms"—a romantic turn of mind and a desire to “see the world.” A fairly large percentage of the people of the United States has lived in furnished rooms. Hundreds and thousands of people now reposing in peaceful cemeteries were before that furnished roomers. My own experiences in “rooms to let” have been pleasant, disagreeable, glad, sad, queer and horrible. 1t was in the beautiful city of Roches- ter, N. Y., that I first became surround- ed by a “furnished room.” Rochester then, with 70,000 people, had no water works. Therefyre, the old gentleman of the nouse drew the water we all used. with a tin pail and rope, from a cistern in the back yard. My room in that old-fashioned home was very comfortable. Everythie¢ 1 wanted was there. trice was $1.50 a week. It was in the bustling city of Cleve- land. Ohio. when I was younp and sus- ceptible to feminine charms, that I was so unfortunate as to tumble into love with my furnished room landlady. I was so indiscreet as to let her know of the ailment that seized my heart before T knew whether she cared for me. Young men make that same mis- take now. They should be confident of success before announcing themselves to the ones they “adore” and wish to wed. That young woman promptly re- fused my affection. She also seemed to resent it. I had the impression then £he was losing a good man. I felt so golemn that I soon got another room elsewhere down the street. Late one afternoon I arrived in a little Indiana town where there was no rooming house or hotel. I heard of a home where they accommodated travel- ers overnight. “Yes,” said the lady who came to the door, “I've got & room you can have.” She showed mé upstairs to | it. After she put the lamp on the table 1 held out the price. She made no move to take it, but gave me a look of pain, and tears were in her voice as she sald, “It isn’t due till morning.” At another town in the Hoosier State my bed sheets and pillowcase had not been changed for two weeks. I politely told the lady in charge. She instantly became angry and said what I told her was not true. She also became so impudent that I walked away and looked for another room. I soon found one. Then I got a drayman to haul my luggage to it. When he and I got back to the rooming house my grip and some other articles were all stand- ing in front of the house in the gutter. ‘The landlady’s twin daughters, whose duty it was to attend to my room, had let it go. They had forgotten all about the requirements except to make the be d. In Pennsylvania an aged landlady gave me a receipt for two weeks’ room rent. I had paid her for only one, told her of the mistake and she im- mediately looked younger. Eastern _city, looking house. I noticed a young man ing toward me from the other side. said there was an artist a short dis- tance from us who wanted to paint a 1 I was rushing along the street of an for a rooming | community. hurry- | | He waved his hand for me to stop. He | I posed there three days. ings were made. In a county seat town of the Mid- west, my room rent was due. I had paid part of it and owed $1. I was ready to go to bed. A knock on the door. “Who is there? What is wanted?” I said. ,“I want the rent,” said the madame of the house. I replied: “I am ready to retire; I'll | give it to you in the morning.” |~ But she demanded it then and there. So I took a silver dollar and pushed it through a big crack under the door. The woman picked it up and departed. At a corner house in Toledo, Ohio, I had a room in a central part of the city. rx-:undcd me of a European castle. | Two long flights of wide, stone steps led up to the front porch, and there were two other porches. The building was a triangle. It had lawns on three sides and on one of them was an at- tractive dance pavillon. The house stood on a natural bluff and was one of the show places of Toledo. No other sight there anything like it. Citizens would walk slowly by looking at it and strangers would gaze at it from both streets as they leisurely rambled around the corner. In earlier vears the struc- ture had been one of the most promi- nent and aristocratic residences of the Afterward it became a boarding house. grocery, laundry, and, at last, when I was there, a rooming house. Now, where in times past that re- markable eve-catcher stood, “the ob- ‘Two paint- | pleture of a man who looked like me. He offered to go with me to the artist's istudio. We soon arrived at the place. sarved of all observers.” a sky-scraper | hotel pierces the clouds. | One chilly, rainy, Fall afternoon, I 1t was high up in the air, and | arrived in Westfleld, Mass. That place has been famous as the “Whip City,” and when my experience occurred there its business of making whips was at its peak. I was very tired and nearly “broke.” As I dragged my weary, ach- ing legs along the main street, I looked anxiously for a rooming house sign. I soon saw one. Entering the office door and walking up to the clerk, who stood behind the guest register, I said, “I would like to have a room.” He pleas- antly replied, “Yes,” and pushed the book toward me to register. I did it. Then he gave my tired, nerves a terrific shock. He inquired: “Do you want to pay now, or in the morning?” Steadying my voice and composing my face the best I could, I answered, “In the morning.” He showed me up to a charming room. ‘The steam heat was on in large volume. and slept every minute until daylight. that let me out on the street without going near the office. I went to a vestaurant, ate an “cggwich,” drank a cup of coffee and hurried on to find a job. I got it at the first place I came to—but it was only for that day. noon, the manager offered me half of my wage. I took it, went back to the rooming house and handed the clerk what T owed. He did not seem sur- prised. My experience in that made me realize keenly the truth of the old saying, “Where there's a will there's a way.” I was down in the State of Florida. where sunsets are pink, silver, and gold. A smiling young lady came to the door. She said she could give I warmed my frame, chilled to the bone, | | About breakfast time, I arose. Then I| | walked down stairs and through a hall | At little city | biue | me a furnished room. I looked it over and paid the price. Then I sat down to rest and gather myself together men- tally and physically. Soon I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. They stopped at my door. I opened it. There stood the young woman. In ons hand she held a dish of steaming soup, in the other a cup of smoking coffee. In Nebraska I had finished my first week of work in an office. My room rent was then due and also it was pay day for me, but my employer said noth- ing about pnyln% I told my landlady I could not pay her then and explained why. She flared up like a keg of powder into which a lighted match had been thrown. Her pop eyes bulged out Hke those of a beetle. She looked like a lioness ready to leap on her prey. Her words were exactly like her face. It seemed, for a few minutes, then and there was to be my finish. I at once | remembered what I had heard in the town, that the woman had thrown a frying pan at the bald head of her | strenuous husband—and he was a big- ger, stronger man than I. But I suc- ceeded in calming the excited creature, I softened my voice and assumed a | tone of regret. T told her I would re- turn to the office and tell the “boss" | I must have the money. I got it and | she received her part. I stayed for a while in a room not much bigger than myself. When I | swung out of bed I was forced, as I arose, to do so as quickly as possible. That was necessary to prevent bumping But the financial strain of that dwarf “apartment” was big enough. One warm night I was restlessly | lying, balf awake and half asleep, in a roem on the shore of the beautiful my face against the wall in front of me. | Ohio River. Suddenly I felt the bed hump up under me. I raised myself to a sitting position and to the right saw the dim outlines of a man. “‘How did you get in here?” I roared. “1 came through the window,” he good-naturedly replied. “You get out of here!” I howled, and he went. My pocketbook was about seven feet from the robber. Prices of furnished rooms vary in different cities, and sometimes greatly when only a short distance apart. I have had better rooms sometimes at lower prices on common streets than I have at other times occupled in select and aristocratic neighborhoods. As so many men and women live in furnished rooms, it is very desirable that conditions be made as satisfactory as possible. The interests of those who rent and of those who lease are mutual. The landlady wants to rent her rooms | to each tenant as long as she can: the roomer wishes to be in a_place where he or she will be content t stay and not be obliged to look around soon for another room. If all con- cerned tried to practice the Golden | Rule, the best that could be expected | would be achieved. A “furnished room" only a substitute for a home, roomers hope, expect and intend shall be for them only temporary, b many spend a large part of their liv in such rooms. ‘The high cost of woman's dre: these times, keeps many young single and in furnished rooms, but I me tell them that, afisr marriage, me women are not so anious for cos. and brilliant attire as they are beforc the wedding. at the best is Mos* { 1 THE PUZZLE COLUMN. This week's cross word puzzle is a watch, so that you can time yourself on working it! ‘The definitions are: Horizontal. 1. Toward. 3. A three-legged table. . Railroad (abb.). . First personal pronoun. . Belonging to. . To curve. . Famous tent-maker. . Every. . Running contest. . Crawling insects, . Strong breeze. . Greek letter. . A refusal. . Brother (abb.). . A provision closet. . Point of the compass. Vertical. Measure of duration. . Unclosed. Initials of a famous United States President. Perform. Stay. . An agent. . To make liquors. . Without life. . Either. . Alternating current (o . Indefinite article. 15. High school (abb.). . Lodging places. . A brief letter. . Toward the top. 24. Near. 0T ‘The names of four famous universi- ties in various parts of the country ‘are concealed in the picture puzzle below. GUESS THESE FOUR UNIVERSITIES. PN In a four-word square, the first word is a measure of distance, the second is a metal, and the last means finishes. Can you form the square? =g The whole means to divide. Be- headed it is a rabbit. Beheaded again it means “ What is it? Answers to Puzzles. 1. Cross Word Puzzle Solution. 2. Corneil, Illinois, Washington and Pennsylvania. 3. Mile, iron, load, ends. 4. S-h-are. LR s V. y . » Kipling ___(Continued from Third Page) carefully hammered bronze. There was a flash of the old Kipling as he said of Jonathan Swift's “Gulliver's Travels,” that flerce and dreadful testament the supreme ironist against his kind, that, “it is like tuning down the glarc of a volcano to light a child to bed.” “The utmost a writer can hope is that there may survive of his work a fraction good enough to be drawn upon later, to uphold or embellish some ancient truth restated or some old delight reborn.” The white-faced boy of Lahore hac other dreams, the English schoolboy had other thoughts, tke Anglo-Indiax sub-editor had perhaps other aspira- tions, the successful writer of 30 settlir: down to a new and full life with his young American wife had possibly mor robust_hopes. But Kipling has lived, triumphed, sut fered. At 62 that is his philosophy. Recent events in the life of th famous author have inspired commen in this country. Among the reference. to his appearance in public is the foi- lowing from the Kansas City Star which reviews one of the importan. incidents of his life: “So Kipling at last has been forgiven for ‘writing ‘The Widow at Windsor, and has been a guest of the King and Queen at Balmoral Castle (not at | Windsor)? Perhaps the widow poem | was the cause of offense to the English | court. Queer things do happen, and | the royal family from Victoria on down | may have been highly incensed at | Kipling’s verse. The story has been | long circulated, although without con- firmation. “The verse was one of the young Kipling’s imperialistic barrack room ballads. It is really a ballad of the empire and of the Queen as its symbol, from the standpoint of the British soldier. It begins: “'Ave you 'eard o' the Widow at Windsor, With a_hairy gold crown on 'er ‘eads She "as ships on the foam—she 'as millions me, poor. beggars In red. at ‘o An" she pays us (Ow. poor begzars in red!! “So it goes on, glorying in the greaw | ness of the empire (‘alf o' creation she owns), bought at the expense of the bones of British Tommies, to be sure, | but still the object of tremendous pride. | Nobody dares injure a Britisher, for— | “Hands off o’ the sons o’ the Widew. Hands off o' the goods in ‘er shop, For the kings must come down an’ | © . emperors_frown When_the Widow at Windsor s (Poor beggars—we're senl ‘Stop!") the s ‘Stopt* to say |’ “But for all the poem’s imperial spirit the Queen may have been miffed at the lack of dignity in the reference to her. In any event, after the death of Ternyson two minor poets were suc- cessively named as the official poet laureate of England, although the real poet laureate by international acclaim was the author of "Recessional.’ ” a blacksmith’s forge. Figures could be seen crouching low on the foot-rope, shrinking from the death-dealing blows of the chain whirling over their heads. No one heeded them. A life or two was neither here nor there when all hands were literally on the brink of sternity. “To the foretops'l, men,” shouted the second mate, taking no further heed of the rending and splitting maintop- sail, which quickly blew into rags that| | floated away to leeward like so many kites. The men responded. The fore-.| topsail was hoisted, and then the miz- zen-topsail. Meanwhile, under the great driving power of the foresail, the ship began w forge ahead and pay off in a wide, circular movement that brought her nearer and nearer to the confused, | ll)enping maelstrom of boiling water that egan swirling around the base of the rocks and in and out of their deep jagged fissures. Louder and louder boomed the surf, until it became a steady roar that | drowned even the howling of the wind. “Heavens! If anything happens now!” the captain shouted down at the mate, who had joired them on the poop and now stood crouching over the bin- nacle, taking bearings. “If that fore- sail carries away!” He raised his arms in an attitude of mute despair. “No, no. Itll hold, sir,” responded the mate, without taking his eyego(rom the compass-card which heid thew hopes and their fears. “It's a spanking new one, sir. And its sheet’s only just out of a fresh coil.” From off the lee-bow, whence they ! had first been sighted, the rocks came gradually ahead and then began to broaden out on the weather-bow as the ship pald off toward clear water and safety. It was a moment of awful suspense, though. Would she go clear? | A mere thin strip of open water lay | between her bow and those thundering breakers, which seemed to fling them- selves higher and higher as though reaching out to draw the vessel to her | destruction. ' The second mate appeared at the head of the poop ladder. and the com- | mander called him to his side. . “Get all hands aft here,” he bawled in a voice charged with intense anxiety “In case she strikes. Do you under- stand?” “Aye, aye, sir,” responded the officer dashing down the, ladder again and| along the deck, shouting frantically: Ir.flx aft on the poop, all hands! Lay | The men understood and rushed for vhat shelter the fnoop might afford ; hem from the falling spars. At that moment the mate’s voice rang wt tensely, excitedly. “Look, sir! Sha's h-:yvlng ahead. The bearing's chang- ng!" Both men gazed intently into the ‘innacle. “Aye, she’ll do it,” responded the caj - in fervently. “Just do it!" He raised warning hand to the helmsmar. Steady as you go now." “Steady it is, sir,” came the responsc al | to which I referre as the wheel whirled over, checking the vessel's swing. The rocks drew nearer, came abeam a mere five cables away, then quickly faded astern as the Denbigh Castle sped on before the gale, in a smother of spume and spray. “Well done, old ship!"™ Capt. Evan< almost sobbed. “Well done! Yo didn't fail me. * ¥ & *x 'HE ship ran out of Bass Strait with- out further mishap, and, still scud- ding before the gaie, made good running as far as New Zealand, which was passed north-about. But from here the weather conditions became advers: again. Weeks of calms and light vari- | able winds followed. | The drag across the Pacific Ocear seemed a never-ending, fruitless strug- gle. The same deadly monotonous gloom settled down on the ship. Some of the men declared that there was a curse upon her and lamented the day they had set eyes on her. Still, there was N0 question of running short of provi- sions and tobacco on this occasion; the captain had provided against that while at Fremantle. And so the ship’s com- pany endured. And at last, after the Denbigh Castle had been almost five months out from Fremantle, the high peaks of the Andes were sighted. For all their desolate bar- renness, they presented a wonderful spectacle to the eyes of those sea-sick- ened mariners, who longed for nothing 80 much as a glimpse of terra firma, though it was merely a stretch of bare mountainside. ‘There is a touch of irony in the fact that, even after enduring so much pri- vation and hardship, the Denbigh's crew all but lost their vessel on the very threshold of her goal, which had cost them such an effort to reach. 3 Within a few miles of the Peruvian coast, some 15 miles north of Mollendo. the wind fell away to a flat calm and the vessel began to drift ashore with the swell. Louder and louder boomed the surf thundering upon the beach. “Thirty fathoms—25—20—15," san out the mate as the deep-sead lea plunked into the sea. At 15 fathoms the anchor was let go, but the nolaing ground was bad and we ship com- menced to drag her anchor. There is an old sea maxim that says. “Never let a ship go ashore with an anchor at her hawsepipe.” Bearing this in mind, the captain let go the second anchor. But that, too, failed to hold. The situation looked desperate when. glancing to the soutnwara, toe cum- mander saw a small tuzoat rapidly ap- proaching. The vessel's predicament had been realized by intelligent le ashore, who had lost no time in getting in touch with Mollendo to ask for as- sistance. And this was the fortunate result. The tugboat towed the ship clear, and next day, November 21, 1909, she was taken into Mollendo, where she caused the flutter of curiosity and excitement d at the heginning of this narrative. And small wonder, for she was 10 months overdue! (Copyrisht. 1923.)