Evening Star Newspaper, March 22, 1931, Page 94

> 22 Sunday Morning Among the Cross-Wor et ACROSS. . Partake, . Orate. . A stalk of grain. . Bitter. . At no time. . Kind of dance. . A seat . Genus of tropical American plants. . Run away. . Trainer of horses. . Firearm. . Uncovers. . Wicked. . Fathers. . Song for two. . Contrary. . Counsel: . Pleced cut. . Dutch sailing archaic. vessel, . Pen. . Verily. . Heavily laden. . Swell of the sea. . The canna plant. . Humblest. . Rage. . Genus of pen- guins. . A valuable tim- ber tree. . Strewn with little . stones. . Persian elf. . Spinal tumor. . A breakwater. . Ancient Moorish silken fabric. . Petters. 64. Lightnirg: poet. . A harem. . Small sailing ves- instru- . Building. . A river in Da- mascus: Bib. . Pouches. . Region of clouds. . Game of chance. . Peudal estate. Sincere. . Beverage. . Aromatic plant. . Ancient Sloping. Roman judges. . Parts of an apron. . Melodies. SHIP OF DEATH LB LT TS . Place. . Watery animal fluid. . Happening. . Striving. . One of the nativ= race of Camb~- dia. . Incarnation «+f Vishnu. . Small darts. Wash ngflt\;ffi. . Lofty pinnacle. With a measured rhythm. Security. . Forsake. . Glaze. . Metallic ringing device. . Salute. . Pronoun. * . Youth. weed. . Depress. . Auriculate. South African antelope. . Sandpiper. . Saltpeter. . As far as. . Shelf, Amorous glances. . European ermine. . Full of danger. . Bo . Nape. . Rogue. . A float. Suffer. . Garland, . European sea. . Article of cloth- p.tud, roiting teeth showed in rotting gums. : The mate’s eyes fell to the Thing’s hands. En the right hand a black automatic gleamed. Then a gust of air, eddying through the open hatch, came through the door. His blood gurdled. That smell! There was no mistaking! ! “Yes,” saild the Thing, its grin widening, “a BJeper. A fine shipmate, eh? But we won't pbe shipmates long.” The Ileper laughed, a poarse, cruel laugh. “Come out of that cabin. And try no tricks. ©One false move and you'll be as dead as that The leper backed slowly out of the door, §$he muzzle of the automatic leveled unwaver- ingly at the mate’s stomach. “Come ahead now,” he commanded. The Imate followed slowly. The man was mad— pe 80d there was murder in his eyes. That was They stood in the half light of the salon, w each other across the shifting, rocking “Damn you for interfering,” said the man, Bis voice heavy with hatred. “Just when I'd made this ship my own.” . “You speak good English,” the mate said. #Who are you, anyway?” “Good English!” The other snorted, “You've Ppead_of Capt. Ronald Adair?” The mate's eyes widened. “That's right,” said the other, grinning Rgain. “Ronald Adair, late of his majesty’s army. Adair who was kicked out for stabbing & fellow officer; Adair who came to the and wen: native; Adair the drunkard, $he murderer, t'ie leper.” “Yes,” said tne mate curtly. “I've heard of pou. I thouglt you were in the prison ward pt Papua.” “I was—up until a week ago.” “How'd you get out?” “You're stalling,” the other gruntead "IV on’t do you any good. I'm going to kill pu.” “I don’t doubt it. Still, I'd like to know.” ‘The dreadful eyes glittered over him bale- fully. “Easy. I bashed in a guard’s head with ® chair and jumped over the wall. I may as well tell you. They'd had me cooped up in $hat charnel house for five years. I wanted $0 be free—to die in the open, fighting—fight- men, the sea, anything—but free, not $rapped like a rat!” ‘{l‘!m floor shifted, tilting sharply, as the THE SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C, MARCH 22, 1931/ ing. 18. Variety of corun- dum. . Cleanse. . Foundations. . Sextuor. . Flat - bottomed boat. . Expiring. . Native of Kurdi-- stan. . Genus of Aus- tralian trees. . Serpent. . A ship canal. . Month, . Stream. . Biblical name: Chron., iv.13. . Fault. . Willow tree. . In what place? . Banner, . Ocean. . Nooks. . Eskimo boat. . Full of small peb- bles. . Genus of Amerl- can climbing 8 sel. . Chemical substance. sweet “They threw him overboard the next morn- ing—bed clothes and all—and I made the rest of the crew take to the boat. They went quickly enough after I shot one of them, a bullet-headed Dane, through the heart. That’s how I did it!” The schooner tilted again, coming around with a terrific shudder. A “I took the wheel, got her around, and head- ed the other way. And then—" “And then you safied in a circle,” the mate finished. “Yes, I sailed in a circlee When daybreak came you were right on top of me. I tied the wheel and got out of sight as quickly as pos- sible. You came on board.” “You don’t know much about a ship, do you?” Notes of Art Continued from Nineteenth Page leries to the right of the main entrance, oc- cupled from time to time by the works of American artists. The first gallery contains works of art from the Near East—Persian paintings. In the second gallery are to be found paintings by East Indians, including the works of artists of the nineteenth century, to- gether with a bronze Vishnu dating back to the eleventh or twelfth century, and exquisite early potteries, one a great vase, blue and sil- very gray with figures in high relief, produced in the thirteenth century, HE photographic division of the National Museum is showing at the present time a sollection of portrait studies by Aage Rem- feldt of interesting and excellent character. Remfeldt works in a very low key and attains some remarkable results, interpreting spirit as well as appearance, wobtaining in his prints subtle nuances of expression. He has attained international reputation. A REDUCED model in bronze of the buffaloes : by A. Phimister Proctor which ornament the approaches to our Q Street Bridge, ex- hibited in New York in 1916, prior to the com- pletion of the bridge, has lately been pur- chased by George D, Pratt and presented to the ‘Toledo Museum of Art, MA_R'.ION BOYD ALLEN of Boston, & non- resident member of the Washington Arts Olub, 48 holding at the Vose Galleries, Boston, an exhibjtijon of her paintings in oil of Glacier Rocl 114. Not a profes- sional. 115. Resembling bone, @ » 134. Saucy. - 135. Branches of ‘Continued From Seventh Page The mate hesitated, but only for asked Loughridge, sparring for time. “No,” said the other, “but I can learn. I've plenty of time. I'll study charts and the com- pass until I can keep her out here all the time.” “And food?” “There’s enough on board to last one man a year. And in a year’—the leper’s eyes gleamed like live coals—“I won't care——"" The leper backed carefully toward the come panion steps, mounted them sideways, like a crab. At the top he paused, leering evilly back at the mate. “Come on up. I want you to untie the wheel. I can’t manage knots so well” Grinning he extended his left hand, the stubs of his fingers spread wide. and Artists ‘pretive skill of the artist. Mrs. Allen has very successful in her transgriptions of great Western scenery. ANNOUNCMNT has been made that New York Water Color Club and the American Water Color Society, which have held joint exhibiticns for the last five years, will hereafter exhibit separately, the American Water Color Society in the Fall, as usual; the ‘New York Water Color Club in the Spring. The reason given for the separation, which is en- tirely friendly, is the fact that the joint ex- hibitions have grown so large that many ex- cellent works have had to be omitted because of lack of space. IN the art gallery at Howard University there is being shown at this time an exhibition of prints lent by the Downtown Gallery, New York. This exhibition will continue through April 2, & Music Notes, Continued .from Twentieth Page Church of the Ascension this morning at 9 o’clock. Rossini’s “Stabat. Mater” will be sung in entirety by the chorus choir and quartet of Hamline Methodist Episcopal Church at evening service of Palm Sunday. The choir under the direction of John H. Marville, They went slowly aft over the pitching deck, the mate first, the leper a dozen feet behind. A hundred fantastic thoughts whirled through the mate's brain as he made the short journey. He was young and he thought of Vancouver, his home port, and a certain blue-eyed persom who awaited his return in a little cottage not so very far from the sea. i Thinking, he clenched his jaws. There must be some way—some way. A quick turn—a rush—perhaps if he was quick—— : But the leper, as if anticipating the action, Buddenly scrambled up on the roof of the hatch. “Hurry up!” he shouted down at , gese ticulating like a demon. “Hurry up, you want to go over dead! Hurry up, so I can turn her around and drive her into the teeth of this gale. Hurry up!” Even as he fumbled with the knot a thought drummed into the mate’s brain. It was wild— desperate—the barest chance. But he had te take it. : » “The knot's slippery,” he shouted at the .crouching scarecrow figure on the roof, “Slip- pery and wet!” \ BUT'hls eyes weren't on the thing above him, They were searching the mass of rushing, tumbling waves for just the right one. And then he saw it—a monster—bearing down on the ship like a foaming avalanche, The knot came apart in his hands. The