Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, May 21, 1912, Page 7

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The Pure Food Store Ask the Inspector | gered and clung to the { three watchers approache: = " | the Mttle white figure beiow climbe ldogn s - iodow THE EVENING TBLEGRAM LAKELAND, FLA, MAY 21, 1912, of the Titan By Morgan Robertson Copyright, 1808, by M. F. Mansfleld. Copyright, 1912, by Morgan Rob- ertson. All rights reserved. aMegkiiice, durlig Which T win nothing but her fear and contempt, I may be rewarded by the love and companion- ship of her soul. Do I love her soul? Has her sonl beauty of face and the fizure and carringe of a Venus? Ias her soul deep blue eyes and a sweet, musical voice? Ias it wit and grace and charm? Ilas it a wealth of pity for suffering? These are the things T loved. T do not love her soul, if she has one. 1 do not want it. I want ber—I need ber.” Ile stopped in his walk and leaned against the bridge railing, with eyes fixed on the fox ahead. He was speaking his thoughts aloud now, and the first officer drew within hearing, listened a moment and went back. “Working on him,” he whispered to the third ofticer, Then he pushed the Lutton which called the captain, blew a short blast of the steam whistle as a call to the boat- swain and resumed his watch on the drugged lookout, while the third ofli- cer conned the ship, The steam call to the boatswain is so common a sound on a steamship as to generally pass unnoticed. 'This call af- fected another besides the boatswain. A little nightgowned figure arose from an underberth in a saloon stateroom and, with wide open, staring eyes. groped its way to the deck unobserved by the watchman. The white, bare little feet felt no cold as they pattered the planks of the deserted promenade. and the little figure had reached the steerage entrance by the time the cap- tain and boatswain had reached the bridge. “And they talk,” went on Rowland as the three watched and listened, “of the wonderful love and carve of a mer- ciful God, who controls all things, who has given me my defects and my ca- pacity for loving and then placed Myra Gaunt In my way. Is there mercy to me In this? As part of a great evolutionary principle, which develops the race life at the expense of the individual, it might be consistent with the idea of a God—a first cause But does the individual who perishes, because unfitted to survive, owe any Jove or gratitude to this God? Ile does not! On the supposition that he exists, I deny it! And on the com plete lack of evidence that he does exist, 1 affirm to myself the Integrity of cause and effect, which is enongh to explain the universe and me. A merciful God—a kind, loving, just and merciful God"— [le burst into a fit of Incongruous laughter, which stopped short as he clapped his hands to his stomach and then to his head. *\What ails me?" he gasped. *I feel as though | had swallowed hot coals—and my head —and my eyes—I can’t see.” The pain left him in a moment, anud the laughter returned. “What's wrong with the starboard anchor? It's moving. It's changisg. It's a—what? What on earth Is 1t? On end--and the windlass —and the spare anchors—and the dav- fts—all alive—all moving." The sight he saw would have been horrid to a healthy mind, but it only moved this man to increased and uncon- trollable merriment. The two ralls be- low leading to the stem had arisen before him in a shadowy trian i within it were the deck fittings he had mentioned. The windlass had become a thing of horror, black and forly 2. The two end barrels were the 1) lightless eyes of a mondescript ster, for which the cable chuins lLad multiplied themselves Into fnuuicrat legs and tentacles. And this thin: crawling around within the tr The anchor davits were ma serpents which danced on t and the anchors themselves wi. and squirmed in the shape of i1 se hairy caterpillars, while faces : vl on the two white lantern towers, »rin- ning and leering at him. Wit is hands on the bridge rall anl t 1rs streaming down his face, he | il at the strange sight, but did not and the three, who had quiv proached, drew back to await below on the promenade deck 1! white figure, as though attracte! laughter, turned into the stairv I ing to the upper deck. The phantasmagoria faded to wall of gray fog, and Rowland ? sanity to mutter, “They've ¢ me,” but in an instant he sto ! the darkness of a garden, one th:® ' known. In the distance v t lights of a house, and close to a young girl, who turned from ' fled, even as he called to I By a supreme effort of he brought himselt back to the st 10 the bridge he stood upon #n:i ' duty. “Why must it haunt the years,” he groaned. * drunk since? She could L me, but she chose to damz strove to pace up and dc % the upper bridge steps. “The survival of the fittest,” he ram- bled as he stared Into the fog—"cause and effect. It explains the universe— and me” He lifted his hand and spoke . unseen fa- V) 2. ks effeet? Where in the scheme of ¢ balance, under the law of the ation of energy, will my wasted W of love be gathered and 1ed and eredited? What will bal- ance it, and where will T Le? Myra,” he called, “do you know @ TS N, The Little White Figure Stood at His Foet. Fou lave lost? Do you know, in your goodness and purity and truth, of what you have done? Do you know"— The fabric on which he stood was gone, and he seemed to be polsed on nothing in a worldless universe of gray —alone. And in the vast, limitless emp- tiness there was no sound or life or change and in his heart neither fear nor wonder nor emotion of any kind |§ save one, the unspeakable hunger of a love that had failed. that he was not John Rowland, but some one or something else, for pres- ently he saw himself far away, mil- lions of billions of miles, as though on the outermost fringes of the void, and heard his own voice calling. Faintly, yet distinetly, filled with the concen- trated despalr of his life, came the call, “Myra, Myra!" There was an answering call, and. looking for the second voice, he beheld her—the woman of his love—on the op- posite edge of space, and her eyes held the tenderness and her voice held the pleading that he had known but in drenms. “Come back!" she called. “Come back to me!” But it scemed that the two could not understand, for again he heard the despairing cry, “Myra, Myra, where are you?' and again the answer: “Come back! Come." Then in the far distance to the right appeared a faint point of flame, which grew larger. It was approaching, and he dispassionately viewed it, and when he looked again for the two they were gone, and in their places were two clouds of nebula, which resolved into myriad points of sparkling light and color—whirling, encroaching, until they filled all spa And through them the larger light was coming—and growing larger—straight for him, He heard a rushing sound and, look- ing for it, saw in the opposite direction a formless ohject as much darker than the gray of the void as the flame was brighter, and it, too, was growing lar- ger and coming. And it scemed to him that this light and darkness were the good and evil of his life, and he watch- el to see which would reach him first, but felt no surprise or r t when he saw that the darkness was nearest. It came closer and closer until it brushed him on the side, “What have we here, Rowland?” sald a volee. Instantly the whirling points were blotted out, the universe of gray changed to the fog, the flame of light to the moon rising above it and the shapeless darkness to the form of the first officer. The little white figure, which had just darted past the three watchers, stood at his feet. As though warned by an inner subconsciousness 'e. | of danger, it had come in its sleep for safety and care to its mother's old lover—the strong and the weak, the degraded and disgraced, but exalted; i the persecuted. drugged and all but aclpless John Rowland, With the readiness with which a man who dozes while standing will an- | swer the question that wakens him he said, though he stammered from the now waning effect of the drug, “My- ra's child, sir; it's asleep.” He picked up the nightgowned little girl, who screamed as she wakened, and folded his peajacket around the cold little Lody. “Who is Myra?" asked the officer in “'a bullylng tone, in which were also chagrin and disappointment. “You've been asleep yourself.” Before Rowland counld reply a shout from the crow’s nest split the air, “Ice!” yelled the lookout. “Ice ahead! Iceberg! Right under the bows!” The first officer ran amidships, and the cap- tain, who bad remained there, sprang to the engine room telegraph, and this time the lever was turned. But in five seconds the bow of the Titan began to lift, and ahead and on either hand could be seen through the fog a field of ice, which arose in an incline to a hun- dred feet high in her track. The music in the theater ceased, and among the babel of shouts and cries and the deaf- ening nolse of steel scraping and crash- ing over ice Rowland heard the ago- nized voice of a woman crying from the bridge steps: “Myra, Myra, where Cve Yet it seemed | | .----------‘-.----- Eat Sandwiches Sc. A MAKES g o @ % 3 3 i» ponsive Pecker Bros. For a Good Square Meal, Short Order or Lunch, call at the popular O, K. Restaurant, No. 107 N. Florida Avenue, Peacock building. Short Orders Reasonable N. B.—f'ish Market, No. 218 North Kentucky. Fresh and Salt Water Fish when possible. YAUN. 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