New Britain Herald Newspaper, September 17, 1921, Page 5

BY FREDERI A real sea story—full of thrills and which is rather discovered tha e were el spice of romance Harriot Wade all over, and also that the plot which led to the Queen in the China amazing Sea. CK F. MOORE action—wtih surprising. t it love story when it was » thirteen persons concerned in the imax aboard the steamer Coral a charming was a e vl R SO S L T O T N NSO . 3. S <. Lo N (Copyright, 1920, by (Copyright, 1916, by T (Continued from Yesterday's Herald.) lendon, the last surviving seafaring family nd the founder of th Line, a Far East Navi is informed by her gen- eral man r, Tweedles that he sus- pects the Manila agent Satterlee is crooked. She wires Batterlee to show more business in six months or resign Then she books passage for Manila 10 investigate in person Capta Nickelsen, ¢ of the Glendon line boats, nership with Satterlee on a crooked deal, taking freight for lower rates and pocketing the money. They have & man named Rattray in their power. When they receive the wi from Miss Glendon the: rrange th Rattray to ship as skipper of a Glendon boat, *The Tropic Bird,” turn pirate and %o after the Cristobal, of which Cap- tain Galen is In charge. Galen is a drunken derelict and is under the influence of a foxy old Chink who is engaged in sm ing pearls Galen's boat Is boarded by Rattray's erew, Galen shot by Rattray and the boat set fire after they had taken a basket of pearls and locked the Chink in a in Miss Glendon and a friend, Mrs. ‘Wade, a novolist, meet a traveler en- route named Westward, who tells her strange storles of piracy on the high s within the past few days, and of the Intervention by a U. 8. gunboat Miss Glendon learns trom Westward, who turns out to be a professional gaimbler, that Rattray has been sen- tonced to death for piracy. She also learna that Rattray was formerly mate or. the Coral Queen, & Glendon boat of which Nickelsen Is captain. She is Informed that Nickelsen and a man namey Strang were accomplices in the boarding of the Cristobal. Satterlee an1 Nickelsen prepares to flee. Strang is found by a Chinese coolle hanging around the docks at Manils The coolie offers to sell him the secret hid- ing place of the poarls Nickelsen and Satterlee are surprised by a visit from Miss Glendon and Mrs Wade aboard the Coral Queen. Miss Glendon announces her intention of salling on the vessel's next trip. She speedily finds herself in the midst of all kinds of Intrigue and conspiracie in one of which Satterlee and Nickelsen have planned to rob a bunch of Chinese passengers and sink the ship. Strang is shipped as first mate and is told that the robbery and sinking were planned by Miss Glendon, whos income Nickelson tells him does not equal her expensive habits of living. Westward mysteriously appears on board. Strang does not believe Nickel- sen and in a sudden act, overpowers him and takes charge of the vessel. income Nickelsen tells hom does not know who inspired the robbery and plans for sinking the ship, but he will insist upon retaining charge of the vessel uutil he finds out Eleanor member ¢ daughter don Crown tion company ptain of one is in part- “He said it was you!" she cried. “You and your Tropic Bird crew! I— planning robbery!’ “Nickelsen is a lar!” he blurted, signaled for the engines to stop and for the anchor to be lowered, then turned to Eleanor. “There’'ll be trouble! hastily, in a low tone, looking ladders, and pulling out his revolver. G be killed for this—and no questions asked. But Nickelsen you were hore to get money—lots of ft. I don't belleve that, Miss Glen- don. And now they'll get me unless what's done is by your authority. The secretos Charlie Li's_head and blue shoul- ders spurted up through the port lad- der, a pistol in his hand. ¥ crouched back against the brid as Strang lifted his revolver. “Get down!" he shouted, and Char- He, astonished at this show of re- sistance, dropped back “Take charge of the Strang!" she cried as Strang for the laddar. He turned back ond revolver from her hand and closed the weavon “Shoot! he said at both can ship, Mr. started and pulling a sec- pocket, seized her fingers over his Satterlee—anybody who BEFORE an AFTER CHILDBIRTH Mrs. Williams Tells How Lydia E. Pinkhain’sVegetable Compound Kept Her in Health Owrmekb?. 2.l d:‘nlE. :inkh.l:‘u.. otable mpound hej me . g before and after m baby was born. { uffered with back- | ache, headache, was M| generally run_down and weak. I saw Lydia E. Pinkham’s fiVegetable Com- | pound advertised in | the newspapers and try Now I feel fine, take care of my two boys and do my own work. 1 recommend your medicine to anyone who is ailing. 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The bluc-clad figure pitched headlong to the deck From under the bridge Eleanor heard Satterlee roaring something to Strang, and, leaning over the rail, she saw the agent swiftly throw up his revolver nd point it at Strang. “Stop!"” she scres ed Jon't shoot!” and shook ‘the revolver the agent, who did not look up She saw slender puff of smol nd a red tongue issue from Satterlee's revolver. Her own apon, ¢xplod- ing in her hand, leaped from her fingers and fell down to the foree deck She saw Strang stand straight and stiff, lean back and sway dizzily, clutching his breast. He threw one hand high in the air and fired his revolver into the sky and toppled over backward The Chinese renewed their scream- ing and clawed furiously at the bars of the hatch grating in a new on- sl.ught to break out. The swimming Chinese and Filipinos were shouting in terror, and above the uproar Sat- terlee could be heard below kicking and pounding on the captain’s door. He ran aft to meet Westward, Mrs. Wade and Juliana. Down there!” he bellowed at them, pointing to the social hall. “Where's Miss Glendon?" Westward. “In the saloon! Get below!" He spread out his arms and barred their way, and shoved Westward to the social hall. Then he ran back to the captains cabin, and as he reached it, Mr. Ching stepped out “Strang! Strung! Where—" Just as the Cantonese cleared the he saw Satterlee, and whipped up his revolver, but before he could air, the agent fired twice. Ching stepped back and turned. His heels struck the coaming and he double backward into the cabin, fall- ing so his fect remained hanging over the polished brasswork of the lower board. Satterlee leaped over him with a cry, and Eleanor heard Nick- elsen’s voice: “In the wheelhouse, Ben! A knife!” Eleanor slammed key in the “What's Westward. “They've killed Strang!" moaned. “Look out! Nickelsen Satterlee—they are the pirates!™ Mrs. Wade ran up, and Julian came crawling up the stairs, as the door was pushed open violently. Nickelsen, his forehead torn above his left eye, ed in, Satterlee behind him, revolver in hand. “Git back!" shouted Satterlee as Westward approaching him, planning to disarm him. The agent lifted his revolver. “Look out for him!™ “He killed Strang and mate!” “Oho!" sald Nickelsen. “That's how the land lays, hey? The own- er’ " “Put your hands up'" | terlee, and when the g his arms over his head h: pockets in search of weapons. “Git over there in the corner stay there,” said Satterlee W di1 you tell Strang alpout me?” demanded Eleanor. “My want- n- rd. but you at cried In here! ran inte the social the door and sought lock. happened 7" hall, for a demanded she and cried Eleanor. the Chinese warned Sat. mbler raised slapped his and “Hush, dear! This is no time “This is the time!" cried the cap- tain. “I'll teach ye to come sneaking out here for yere blood money. here . . . 439 Chinks under hatc and a small fortune in their wallets. I'm to get and then I'll turn ‘em loose and you youw'll have a boat to yourself . to sink or swim!” es, CHAPTER XIII. Westward Ho wrenched the revol- ver from Nickelsen's hand, and hurled him back against the bulkhead. The captain moaned sund lay still Westward was about to tie the cap- tain with curtain cords when Juliana leaped on him and attempted to drag him away. “Don’'t y “I lote de captain! Her attack was 8o Westward fell and before get to his feet Nickelsen caped through the door. A moment later he was In a boat with Satter- lee and the Filipino chief engineer, putting off for shore. “They're gone,” said Westward, “but we're not done with 'em by any means.’” “Hello!" cried Mrs. Wade, and they she screamed you—" sudden u do da Do that he could had es- NEW BRITAIN DAILY HERALD,‘ SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 17, wizened lttle hite coat half up the stairs, regarding them with stolid countenance. Westward laughed. “Sinbad, the sailor! Who are you!" he said, with a trace of -a_bom bom.” for four said Westward. got to look after those Chinese right away.” Mrs. Wade uttered an exclamation and ran toward the stairs. She had heard a peculiar scraping and tapping in the direction of the social hall door. As she looked upward, a hand holding a revolver limply' came over the coaming. and then a white arm. The elbow gripped the inner side of the board, and a hand and shoulders lifted slowly inch by inch—a yellow head, a face grimed with dirt and distorted with pain! The form rose with and Strang, half over the coaming. fell forward into the social hall. He dropped the revolver, and groped for it an instant, until his head sagged down to the carpet as he fainted. Eleanor gave a low. poignant cry and sped up the stairway. Juliana screamed, not knowing what had happened, and as Westward came inning back at this new alarm, his revolver ready, he saw Mrs. Wade leaping up the stairs. “What's up?” he shouted, mount- ing the steps three at a time, to see Eleanor bending over a white figure lying across the high threshold talk- ing and crying in an incoherent bab- ble. “Here's Strang!” cried Mrs. Wade. “Dead? Good Lord, he'd been bad- ly winged, anyhow!" He stooped and picked up the revolver. Yot dead!" cried Eleanor. “Har- Do something! Quick! He'll die if we don’t hurry! “He wanted to take a shot at some- body mighty bad, to drag himself about in that shape,” said Westward. Westward picked him up by his middle, and with Mrs. Wade laid him on his back on the carpet just inside the door. Eleanor threw down a cushion from the seat. “Get water, professor,” said Mrs. Wade. “Look at his shoulder! He bled enough to be dead! Find some wine or spirits!’ “Harriet! We've got to keep him alive! I'll never forgive myself—to think of his lying out there all this tim “We've gzot to work like the dick- ens,” said Mrs. Wade. “My husband wasn’t a doctor for nothing! Sinbad® Water! Juliana—bring a cup—tea, anything! Eleanor, there ought to be a medicine chest— West rd was going to the bridge to make a survey of the shore, when he heard an uproar on the saloon deck, and he hastened down the ladder heard Eleanor attempting to open the door of the social hall. “Juliana’s in there” said Eleanor. “She’s holding the door inside!” Westward threw himself against the heavy teak and burst in, sending Juliana sprawling. She sprang up and fled to the saloon. The mattress was doubled over, and at one end the strings which lashed the cotton cover had been torn away. Westward plunged down after Juliana. She threw something under the table as she saw she was overtaken and turned on Westward, reaching behind her for the stone teapot. “Get that!” he commanded, taking her arm. She struck him in the face, but yielded readily enough when she saw he was in earnest and drop- ping to her knees, brought out the yellowish buckskin sack stuffed full of some soft substance, which she had thrown under the table. Westward ripped it open, and as Mrs. Wade and Eleanor came down the stairs he unrolled a ball of cot- ton and held up an iridescent nug- get gleaming with gray and silver and pink—a great sea jewel. It was one of Fat Yuen's pearls! PP great effort, “Rattray’s pearls,” sald Westward in a whisper, looking at the defiant Juliana “Did Nickelsen have them?" askéd Eleanor, as she drew near to look at the cocoons of cotton, some of them still wrapped in the varicolored bits of silk, just as they had been taken from Fat Yuen's basket in the Cristobal by Rattray. “These mecan danger,” said West- ward, stuffing them back into the sack Rastily. ickelsen and Satterlee’ll never give up as long as they know the loot is here. But, by George, we've got some news for Manila—and Strang!" “Do you eanor. Strang? No, I don’t. If Strang had been in with the captain on this he'd never start trouble himself—not to save you and the steamer. And Juliana knows more than we realize.” They put Strang on the mattress and carried him to the captain’s cab- in, which made an ideal hospital. “We'll go question Juliana,” whisp- cred Westward, with a look at Mrs. Wade, as they got the mate in the bunk. “I'll stay here,” said Eleanor. “Keep an eye out toward shore,” said Westward as he went out. Juliana had been so thoroughly frightened that it took only a few think he knew?" asked ET'THE HABIT- OM, HUSU-HUSH = WHATS® TUE DIFFICULTY FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS minutes to extract from her a con fession of the whole p: which she had surprised out of Nickelsen. CHAPTER XIV. Leaving Mrs. Wade and Eleanor to take care of Strang, Westward went down to the engine room and stoke- hold. The fires had been hastily drawn and the glowing ash heaps still gave off terrific heat and had set the iron plates fairly glowing. But he managed to get clothing and waste into the fire boxes, with some oil and fine par- ticles of coal, so that a good smudge was rolling from the funnel when he came up. thoroughly blackeped. Going to the bridge, he set an Am- erican ensign, union down, to a sig- nal halyard, and got out the rockets and Coston lights to study the direc- tion. He intended to fire some of them when darkness came on, and the funnel smoke which rose straight up was planned to attract the atten- tion of any vessel which might sight it. Already he had arranged earthen dishes full of oil, provided with a bit of rope as a wick, on the bow and stern, and had found three deck lanterns in the lamp room. With these he planned to illuminate the ship as soon as darkness came, to prevent boarders from coming over the sides by stealth. Night came down like a blanket, and clouds which had been drifting up from the southward heavy with a promise of rain, now closed the sky against the light of moon or stars. The surf outside was rising with the wind, and as its booming increased the water of the bay became restless. “Here goes Fourth of July in Elk- hart,” said Westward, and Mrs. Wade saw him illuminated in a yellow glare, crouched behind the storm apron. With a swish similar to the burst- ing of a steam pipe, a rocket shot up into the gloom like a new-born comet, turned to seaward in a grace- tul curve, and burst redly against the sky. Two more were fired at inter- vals of a few minutes. “Now.” he said. “for the grand il- lumination. Keep a good watch on both sides. and call me if you see or hear anything. “They can't get up very close be- fore we see 'em,” he whispered. “You'd better have Juliana up here to help watch, or she’ll be in mischief Hello! Something happening ashore!” There seemed to be some sort of a quarrel, and as they watched and listened for a few minutes the trouble culminated in a tiny tongue of fire, with the report of a revolver. After a moment's silence they heard Sat- terlee’s voice. “Oh, cap’'n! You fire?” Someone broke through bushes heavily, and stumbled, cursing in low tones. “Cap'n! Cap'n! It was Satterlee yelling in alarm. A boat scraped through the bushes, and of scrambling with voices of Filipinos raised in argument, and the clank of rocks as they tumbled as somebody fled. % “He shot me “Ben! Where— greasy * screamed Nickelsen. “(Continued Tomorrow.) 1921. TRUMBULL PAPERS DELIVERED TODAY Historical ~ Incident Mass. and Conn. Between artford, Sept. 17.—The letters and official state papers of Jonathan Trumbull, governor of this state dur- 1z the Revolution, were formally presented to the state of Connecticut this afternoon by representatives of ‘ne Massachusetts Historical society, in whose custody they have been for 126 years. The exexrcises were held in Memorial Hall of the state library before several hundred distinguished suests and spectators. The formal pre- sentation address was made by Sen- ator Henry Cabot Lodge of Mas: chusetts, and an address in behalf of Connecticut by Senator George P. VcLean. State Librarian George S. Godard received the 29 volumes of dncuments in a brief address of ac- ceptance. Governor Lake presided and made a short address. The Trumbull papers. which were on exhibition all day at the state li- Lrary in Memorial Hall, are bound in 29 volumes and consist of the so- v.'lll(‘? ‘“Washington paper,” the let- ters fo Wm. Samuel Johnson, Amer- ican agent at the British court, mili- tary returns and other volumes of Suquebannah papers,” “Narragan- cett papers” and papers dealing with the relations between the Conneci- cut colony and the Indians. Governor Lake entertained at luncheon at the Hartford club this roon all the living ex-governors of Connecticut together with the repre- sentatives of the Massachusetts hi terical society who came to Hartford attend the ceremonies attending the return of the Trumbull papers {0 Connecticut. Former Governors. The former governors of the state whp attended Governor Lake's lunch- con were Senator McLean, who made ‘he address of acceptance; Thomas Waller of New London, Phineas C. Lounsbury of Ridgefield, Rollin S. Woodruff of New Haven, Frank B. Weeks of Middleown, &Simeon E. Baldwin of New Havw. Marcus H. Holcomb of Southington, Henry Rob- erts of Hartford and Morgan G. Balkeley of Hartford. Senator McLean said in part: “In accepting this gift in behalf of the state of Connecticut I shall not attempt to estimate its value. Priceless today it will remain priceless as long a< things of value are cherished in American civilization. Nor shall 1 attempt to measure the tides of pride #rd pleasure that will return to my fellow-citizens in the knowledge that the Trumbull papers henceforth will Ybe in the custody of our scholarly and devoted librarian. “In matters relating to the social urd political life of the colonies these papers are replete with signed testi mcnials of the higher character. They tell us of brave men and women who {lived and died for the future; who bullt for the centuries to be when ‘he sun of liberty shone high, and the shadows of coming events were short and dimly outlined.” CITY ITEMS. Mrs, Seward Ridlon and daughter, Betty, of Gorham, N. H., are visiting Mrs. Ridlon’s parents Mr. and Mrs. Anderson of Bain street. 50 per cent off on Ivory, Axelrod’s. —advt. Isidor Wilson, a well known groc- eryman, has bought through the Camp Real Estate Co., a three-family house at Nos. 95-7 Shuttle Meadow avenue, from Alexander Olson. G. Peterson sold through the Camp Real Estate Co. a one-family rouse on Hillcrest avenue to August Dahlman and wife. Removed from 72 W. Main strect to 96 W. Main. New Britain Dry Clean- ing Corp.—advt. The Pioneer-Annex mame whick was to have been pilawed tomorrow has been postponed. Victrolas and records, Henry Morans. —advt. H. Dayton Humphrey sold taday to Roger W. Cowles of Hartford, the new six room bungalow belonging to Gunard Peterson, No~17 Faxon Place, Belvidere. Mr. Cowles is connected with the Crowell Drug Co. and will move his family here the latter part of the month. The Universal club of the Landers, Frary and Clark company enjoyed a trip down the Conpecticut river today. They will return tonight. H. A. Trav- ers and James Crowley arranged for the dinner. Miss L. P. Farrell, teacher of Vocal Technic and voice placement, resumes teaching Sept. 20th. ' Studio, 39 Wal- nut street. Phone 1117-2 or §83-4.— advt. The fall meetings of the Sunshine society will be resumed on Monday afternoon at 2:30 o'clock. A 1fFge at- tendance is desired. Semon’s Vienna ice cream, bulk, 50c at. Axelrod’s removal sale—advt. Chamberlain council, Jr., O. U. A_ M., will meet tonight when the degree team will exemplify in full form, de- grees on a large class of candidates of Lincoln council, of Waterbury. A so- cial time will follow the work. H. C. Lyons is in charge of the meeting, Theron W. Hart, pianist, organist, song coach, has resumed teaching. Phone 143-5.—advt. Edward Farrell of 103 West Main street, and Miss Bertha M. Johnson of 96 West Main street, have taken out a marriage license. 50 per cent off on Ivory, Axelrod’s. —advt. OVER NIAGARA FALLS. Body of Victim Is Identified By Sister As Akron, Ohio, Woman. Niagara Falls, N. 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