The evening world. Newspaper, November 23, 1922, Page 32

HIS STRENGTH AND WEAKNESS) = Analysis by fe S~ “MARQUIS, STUDY AS An United States and Gi iso ‘protected by. conytient gountries of the world. All eh Fererved pila > CHAPTER Vil. “Just Kids. ENRY FORD was born July 80, 1863, and is still a boy. Along with the amazing shrewdness in him there Is ® charming simplicity. ‘How did he impress you?" I asked a well known writer after she had an interview with Mr. Ford. ‘‘He is a mixture,’ she replied, ‘of sweetness and steol, of vision and practical shrewdness, of humor and authority, and of be- Mef—belief in men, in nature.” The steel is there—I have witnessed it strike and cut with the sparks flying ftom it—and also the sweetness. Chil- dren especially call forth the sweet- ness, the gentleness, the spirit of youth, the love of nature, which, are present in him. As between youth and age, he seems to prefer the com- pany of youth. Introduce him to a groub of people in which there are ninety-nine adults and one child, and the one child will receive the major portion of his attention, and besides that will have a bully good time. I have known him to spend the bet- tér part of a day in the woods with a boy of ten, and both we¥e apparently’ J oi mS D OF FORD WELFARE DEPARTMENT m THE EV: EVENING WORLD, THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 23 1029. (jp AND SMALLNESS \¢ D-D-. ANe Nene Tone HENRY FORD AND SOME OF HIS PLAYMATES—MEN WITH WHOM HE HAS SPENT HIS VACATIONS. having the time of their lives. “Come even to the half of his kingdom. He with me, boy," he said, “I want to akes promises which he sometimes show you some of my friends.'’ ne, sometimes forgets, and ‘We were in a little cottage in the times fulfils in his own pecullar way edge of the woods on the banks of the He hates to say ‘No.’ He hos a Rouge just above Mr. Ford's residence way of leaving you with the {dea at Dearborn. He slipped a pair of that he is in entire sympathy with opera glasses into his pocket and he your proposition, and of delegating and the boy started out on a “hike.” the unpleasant task of turning you T was not included in the invitation, ywn to some one else. but decided to join what I knew would To turn d a request mado of us be an interesting expedition of ex- embarrassing. To grant a favor t ploration. A few rapid strides and pleasure. Henry Ford is asman of then a pause. enerous impuls¢ { think he would “Listen, boy. Hear it? Hear it? prefer on all occasions to do what Hear that song? Quiet, now! Don't he is asked to do, This, of course, move. He's right there in that tree MEL LATE JOHN SORROUGHS AND MENT FORD |! Impossible. And so, when it somewhere."” and out came the opera neee to turn a man down, he ginsses. “Ah, there he is! I found] fact that Mr. Ford makes his most] heve much and drive a Ford car." eks to relieve himself of the em- him, Take the glasses, boy, and look] intimate counsellors men in his own] Me. Ford left without disclosing bis] barrissment of doing so by re! ns ut him. He's on the very tip of that/organization with whom. it would] identity e man to some one else, at the same limb. He's a beauty, isn’t he?"’ There] seem he would have the st in com Arriving in Port Huron, Mr. Ford indicating just how he would were feathered friends everywhere.|mon. That there is in Mr. Ford that] de d to give to My, son new the man and his request handled. He protects them the year. round,| which is attractive to men of a higher] Start in his old business. He pu Net ometime en # man a note feeds them im winter, knows their] order is seen in the intimate friend-] chased from a newsboy his entire out-| to an exe ive, which was in reality gong, and calls them by namo. ship he has enjoyed with two great|fit—basket, papers, apples, oranges,| a code letter understood by the off- He loves the birds. How much, I|men—John Burroughs, up until the! chewing gum, crackerjack and all tho! cial reeviving it, ‘That note was al- once discovered on going to his home |time of his death, and Thomas A.|"est—and had it smuggled aboard ow 1ys the same with slight iations for. dinner. The front door was] Faison. These three were in the habit | train. in the spelling of one word, The fate locked. From the inside ho called tojof taking their annual outing to-| AS we were pulling ont a son of Mr. | of the individual, Joyfully and unsus- us, ‘informing us that it, would be] gether, and were not infrequently to-| Bdison brought the basket to his] pectingly bearing that note, hung on necesstry to go to a rear entrance tol gether between times. What is there| father and holding it up before him | the spelling of that word. If the gain, admittance. Later the manner |in common among them? suid: “Here are, Dad. Go to it.’ ]} note read, *Pleaye s-e-e this man," of our reception was explained. A] Between Burroughs and Ford there m hooked his arm through the} jt meant he was to be favorably rabii had built her nest on the}was the love of nature, of birds and of the basket and to| handled, If it read ‘Please s-e-a this veranda over the front door. En- | flowers and streams and hills. One| eall his wares. Down rough the] man,'’ It meant that he v to let trance through that portal disturbéd|joved tar more understandingly than | train he went, doing « | fice bu lown easy le—dropped “Mrs. Robin so much that Henry had|the other, but both loved the same » for everypody bou ne: erboard into a sea of uncertainty, 80 hailed up the’ screen and locked the | things son gave back no cha I have be-] far as obtaining what he wanted was door until the Robin family had moved | \Zetween Edison and Ford there is] fore me as T write a copy he El} concerned, there to wait and flounder to other quarters. the bond of mechanics and inven. | Paseo Herald, which I purchased from | about until, utterly discouraged, he But to return to my story Han. Aud ‘back of It all there ie the|tB® Newsboy Edison, It cost me a} gave up hope of attaining his end. It As: we passed through the flelds|spirit of youth. It was in Bur-|9llar. It Is worth more than that to ay Trade Gore that @ bldnt I noticed what I thought were the roughs to his last hour, It is in Edi- day “No' would have ween a much ma foundations of numerous haystacks.|son and Mord. Hdison at seventy-five he boys—Henry and Thoma considerate way of dealing with cases Halle had been laid down on the lis working his two shifts and finding | Were Meving a ereat time, Henry was) of this kind ground several feet apart. Across) nis joy in life and his interest in his) Sng for a while and when he re-} iy, rous and democratic these and close together otlier rails|work increasing rather than dimin-| turned it was with und Hanis} will be found the manner of Henry ad been placed. On these, grass | ishing. black from smoke und coal dust. “The | tora, once you wet to him, but the had been piled up to the depth of] “when are you going to retire? | Chalineer on this train xplained, | ohiem is to get to him. ‘The ap- two or three feet. he wan asked recently, The reply| “!% 80 old friend of mine. I knew him | | vc) to him is, I believe, the most “You must have had a wonderful | was “Never.” i when I worked at the electric NEM} idea and most digicuit of that of crop of. hay on this field,” I re- Phere. is a story of Ford and mal-| Plant, So I have been having a Visit |, man alive, He would have it so Rerked, ‘judging from the numbor|eon that has never got into print,| With him. 1 went forward, climbed) ,, Who do not understand, blame of foundations for the stacks." It has an amusing nt the wame [over the tender sind down Into the} iis gecrotary for making him so in- ‘A megry twinkle came into his|time a dramatic incident in it that| Cth. A’ve been running the elaine. | | ccessiht eye and he laughed as he said makes it worth repeating pea ORE when, Wo. TenOnea Hardiy a week pa hat some Swines ate not foundations (for) Lata in the fall of 1914 Mr. Ford | clemens..Tt waa in the little slalios ne 1c to me from a dis- haystacks. I had those built ax shel-| planned to take Mr. Bdison by spe- | Ouse here that Edison had worked as} wit request that I be kind ters for the rabbits. It makes a nice |clal train over the route between De- |" Ske Pet inka A icsk ae to assist him tn obtaining an warm place for them in which to]troit and Port Huron on which Edison 1/00" i pale rg panel ahaa ps adn acetic HAY with Mr, Ford. The an- live in the winter.” in his youth had worked as newsboy aaa Which in after yeara became |sWer 18, ‘There is but one approach ‘After passing the rabbit shelters we| The train consisted of three or four Riadahrepas While in the station Henry |t© Mr. Ford and that ts through his came, a little further on, to a corn-| coaches, and the party was limited |. vested that Thomas send a message | Secretar And then’ the question, field in which the bare stalks of last}to u small number of invited he wire. it ec clenred the |?7Hiow do T get to his secretary?" year’s crop were stf! standing *} of whom T chanced to be on AS LOA ceadlantt enated himaelt ate Anat newer is, ‘Make an ap- “Why did you not cut this field off The trip to Port Huron was un ir RRL? Blow a Laman tect | point m, and take your vgrn?" I asked. eventful. Mr. ivond und M x off a message tc t ae Tknitt long. You may have to Again there was a little chuckle as| Spent much of the time y Jerse: wa ot hose t lis answered: ‘Well, you see, I plant-| Stories—Mr. Edison Phat ge 3 seh one | lly, Henry Ford has preferred e¢ that corn for the aquirrels, and|dents of his boyhood days, and Mr |aoimie impression, A croWp of people {te remain tn class i vome of’my other friends, and left it] Ford offering a story now and stood In silence looking ata man then | Was born. He goes occastor nto standing so they could get at it in}!9 which the laugh was on Bir loge’ to asvasit ¢ ave, but in {the drawing rooms of those who have the winter. And let me show you]One of Mr. Ford's stories on | injagination se boy of 1 ittained social distinction, what they did.” ¢ self is also worth mention pity pp rot at ease there, and “We followed Him a little way into] He, together w some of his!" Guadenly some Paley owauen r than is necessary. No King the woods and found the ground cov-| Mechanics, was testing ac road broke in on the wire. }w ver hedged about, none but ered with cobs from which the corn|Ye!rs 4 and. to give it Mi paused and listened, A smile played {the Grand Llama of Thibet was ever had been stripped. ORD smal sey made 8 tp bout his mouth, The ope whe inaccessible “J have a lot of friends in here,” he] te Sandy roads of northern M was standing behind Mr, Edison and| Henry Vord would be a greater raid. ‘‘Let me show you a particular) 848 They took an outiit wit tne 1d been leaning ov 7 tly Jand wiser man ff were a better friend. See that bird box—the one on| #2? canbed at night along t Wathhing’ hia @low aalibarate wank =P An, insule ile pole? Notice that the box is|/OM® cvenine his chy at the key, turned ‘ining & t ly misses mueh featened to a straight, smooth rod of |*™4!! wood a re, SIMRO: f0OPs of ua stan bout a {in this world r worth irom, and the iron {s bolted to the top|* farm hou! On golng to: the) enh passed rapidly through the emo- | knowing. @#the pole. 1 did that so the squir-| [OUS? for some provisions they foam [tions of embarrassme me, ange I recall, by of tration, an the farmer in the barn tinkerin wit i ep réls could not get at the birds. But). socond-h sutomobile—not af%nd horror. and said} interview wt two men had with nee what huppened. A flying squirrel | }oorq. by the way. but At to us, “Some operator broken in] him at t wn home. It was by took possession of that box and made]... | without making himself known |%Ad sent over the the message. jappointment and was In regard to a it bis home. He runs out on that} yy, word inquired ay to the nature o | ‘Tell that Kid to get off the ’ contribution to a church building Mmb that hangs over the box and] ihe trouble with the f Oe mk And he was right, ‘I wa ind, ‘What suecess did you have?" makes a flying leap. He never fails| ine. ‘The explanation was that the|Kld’ on the line, And there wer!) asked one them the next day. to land on the roof of his home. I'll} rarmer had pourht the ear fr an {another one back of him enjoying |We had a delightful visit,” he re- bet he's in there now. He knows my | nt who had driven it to the farr the fun | pl “Mr. Ford entertained us and signal, and if he is there he'll come home, und that he had never] When Mr. Edison hod fintshed. | so led the ver n that we never out and take a look. Now, boy, keep|) able to get the thin the operator sat down at t key | pot a chance to mention the church.” your eye on the hole in the box!" Mr. Ford, with his mechanics, nd sent the Information down the|' ‘phe tsolation of Henry Ford's mind ‘He went to the pole to the top of] work, put the machine into running |lne that the “'k w had just out as near perfect a 8 poss which the box was fastened. He] order, and contributed a few new]slowly ticked off the | meswag to make jt. Tor this reason the rapped upon it—three times—and| spark plugs an¢ some t When|was Thomas A. Eudis Apprentice feonfidence born in him of success then out came the head of Friend}they had finshed the f y tuyned [operator on this key more than Mfty]aiong one line never forsakes him Squirrel. For a minute he eyed us|/to Mr. Ford and said: years ago. when he enters other spheres of very calmly and very solemnly and] ‘What's the charge I would give a great deal to ‘mow|tymreht and action. Ad per dhen turned back to hie nest as if| ‘Nothing,’ was the reply just what that felle \ broke In a , Bak gatiofed that everything was all] “But I can't let it stand that way," |" Edison's mes i ™-] does not penetr N when one right, and that Henry and another! said the farmer. ‘You have not onty [Slt a8 @ Practical Jok working on the t puter boy were just making a friendly call.| given your time, but you have als< CHAPTER Vil! tter to be t And so the multimillionaire spent] given me spark plugs and tools Behind a Chinese Wai ticlam than none ae the better part of the day with a| Here's a dollar and a half, [ insis NCE you get to Mr. I | that any w ten-year-old boy having a bully time] you take that much at any rate." é) will find him, of \him? esiling on his furred and feathered} ‘'No,"' sald Mr. Ford, “I can't do affable and d H To-morrovs Dr, Marquis will discuss friends. He loves the great out-of-} it ‘T have all the money I want.’ r leave 1 you the 1m. | Henry Ford's attitude toward the doors. The old farmer looked him over and pression that 1 to do|Church and his attitude toward have referred elsewhere to the then drawied out, ‘‘Hell! you can’! . anything, | philanthropy: 1 / ae y WHO'S WHO, AND ¥ WHAT’S HAPPENED. HEN the whaler Good Luck, out of New Bedford, was wrecked at the Fire Mountaéa, a volcanic island in the North Pacific, in 1889, ‘one of the two survivors was _JOHN WINTERS, who wrote down in his log of the finding of vast quantities of ambergris, the substance so valuable ‘because of the demand for it as a perfume base, and of the storing of the precious stuff in one of the innumerable caves in the island. His log goes on to tell of the strange fate of his companion, who believed that the weird noise coming out of a myste- rious hole in the island was the voice of a man he had murdered calling him and, finally crazed. had jumped into the ‘Winters, according to the log, Hetald the same fate for himself, abandoned the island in a small boat. He stted down the position of the cave where the ambergris was stored in code on a piece of skin and inserted it in the bindi:g of his log book. Demented, he 1s picked up and brought to Honolulu. There he dies, leaving his log, with the cipher message of such tremendous value, in the hands of the keeper of a Chinese resort. In this place, many years later, LITTLE BILLY CORCORAN, hunchback steward of the brig Cohasset, recovering from a spree, accidently finds the log among the Chinaman's col- lection of odds and ends. He judges from the description that the Fire Moun- tain, with its many caves and queer lava formations, including one that looks like an elephant's head, is the one which gave refuge not long before to the Cohasset’s crew when chased by a Russian gunboat for violating the rule against trading for seal skins with the Siberian natives. SQUARE JIM DABNEY is the blind captain of the Cohasset. tractive granddaughter, RUTH LE MOYNE is mate of the brig. They are told of the log and the hunchback’s opinion that their island was the one where the great store of ambergris was hidden. They are all in the dark as to the location of the cave, at Ruth suddenly discovers the skin within the binding and the following ipher message is revealed: 43344544236153314G) 215111 13236243361 5311535231 133446231511 1464643441132. i Rut on 31151156263534424461 1313421446. Maadavol saa seooreat S413 1115115, Be DR. ICHI, a Japanese, had been shipped as cook by the Cohasset and feigning almost complete ignorance of English, is disregarded as the Cohas- set's officers talk over the discovery. Ichi*steals the cipher and in San Fran- cisco becomes associated with WILD BOB CARE Ichi employs JOSIAH SMATT, brings us to MARTIN BLAKE, our hero, who, conveying the decoded message and the latitude and longitude of Fire Mountaiy to Carew at the command of Smatt his employer, meets Billy. feigning intoxication, Billy substitutes blank sheets of paper for the matter in Martin's pocket. The substitution, when it is revealed to Carew at the Black Cruiser saloon, results in Martin’s being set His lendid looking but unscrupulous sea captain sharp lawyer, to decipher the message. And this upon by Carew's underlings and imprisoned in a room. Carew’s gang also seize and imprison Ruth, but Little Billy and THE BOSUN, Thomas Henry, his devoted and gigantic ‘friend, rescue both the girl and young Blake. Martin shoots SPULVEDO, keeper of the dive, and is shot himself by Carew. wound is not serious and he is welcomed as a partner in the Cohasset’s ente prise—the salvage of the ambergris. The brig is well on her way out of San Francisco when Ruth, the hudchback and Dabney tell him the story. Partly by reading Poe’s “Gold Bug” Little Billy says he solved the cipher and shows Martin the key. As they flee a pistol battle follows in which Martin's __As they sailed northward toward their goal, hoping to reach it ahead of Carew (who is in love with Ruth), Martin, overwhelmed by her beauty and under the influence of a starry night, ki sses her. He too has fallen under her spell The Cohasset reaches Fire Mountain in such a fog that Dabney decides not to attempt to land and search for the ambergris until it clears. MACLEAN, a superstitious member of the crew, tells Martin that some- thing evil is to happen to ky ittle Billy. He curses the gloomy mountain, which he calls the “De'il’s Kirk.” That night he awakens Martin to tell him that the hunchback has disappeared. As he and Martin search the fog-enveloped deck, he later hears McLean call for aid in a curiously strangled voice and then hears the sound of a falling body brig and, free-them- board t Carew and his Japanese, who reached the island secretly after a fight, imprison Martin and the Bosun in the lavare sleves from their shackles, figure out me plan, 25) RI the Bosun. ‘Ruth all right. They let the lass take the Old N into ‘ls room and stay the to nurse ‘im, be safe, Martin. Strike me, God will never let them ‘arm swixgle stiff if "E will!” There ws a wealth of simple faith in the giant's voic and some of it found lodgment in Martin's troubled breast. He composec himself, held]; himself In sure check, and told what had happerfed to him, The boatswain then told of events in the cabin after Martin was hors de]),, combat. Carew at once ordered Char-] \ ley Bo Yip, the Chinese cook, to pre pare “slathers o’ grub,'? the boat swain related, ‘Then they stowed us down here, Well within fifteen min- utes they waas down ‘ero again— breaking out stores. Charley Bo Yip was with ‘em, As ‘oe goes aloft scain boatswain “Now— F, now, sit still, and ‘re's my seheme: We can get out o’ this lazaret into the ‘old. One time, some years ago, the Old Man ‘ad a door cut in the for’rd bulk- cad, ‘ere, 80 'e could get at the goods without opening the ‘atch on deck. Afterward, we boarded it up—but the boards aren't nailed; just ‘eld by cleats." A flame of hope kindled {n Martin's t. He was for immediate action. ome on—let’s startl’’ he ex- exclaimed the atswain, “Swiggle n We don't int Them comin’ down ‘ero to find did the wanishin’ stunt." Some thin points of light, dently shooting into their dark prison, from around the edges of the trap- joor over thelr heads, stopped the hoatswain's taik, Some one wae about old on © come down to them ‘e tins mo a big wink. Hey neat lt was the Japanese, Ical. some’ hing Martin They're deep uns,| 46 gpoke to Martin. “My dear Mr. perp Chip Biake, we muchly desire your pres ‘The Bosun then told Martin that] ' "stn tne cabin. Can you travel Carow's ship, the Dew, had been |iicre without assistance?" wrecked and that only fifteen of her|' srectin received @ sharp, meaning thirty men had survived. lance from the boatswain. In the sombre fleld of Martin's mis- “Yes, I can make it," he told Yeh! ery bloomed a tiny flower; and when-| jiu promptly scrambled to bis feet ever his mental eye rested upon this} ang stumbled toward the landing. exotic, a sudden glow of happi Mcetibe hont’tine called’ Good pervaded his being. This wee flower was a memory—the tho Pall biel canow'a’ bestea Saroe! himself lying helpless on the cabin} peached him: floor, while two soft arms pressed his] “Goodby, lad, Good luck!" re-addled head to a_ protecting som, and warm Hps caressed h pels be fi AYLIGHT, dazzling to Martin's So, she loved him! She returned D gloom-accustomed eyes, filled his love! In that black moment tn the Cohasset’s cabin. the cabin, she had bared her heart] ‘This table was littered with the to him—bared it fearlessly before all that hostile, leering company His love was returned, Ruth loved him “Bosun, we must do something: now—at once!" he cried ‘The giant placed a restraining hand upon his shoulder. debris of a meal, which Charley Bo Yip was phlegmatically and deftly clearing away, and Martin stared across the board's disarray at Wild Bob Carew's disdainful face. Martin was again surprised with the incon "Easy lad! Not so loud, or ye'lll gruity of Wild Bob's appearance con- e them coming down fer a look-| trasted with his activitimes, Was this see, I got @ plan, didn't 1 tell ye!) splendid figure of @ man the vicious First, though, let's fix these bleedin’] outlaw of wide and evil repute? The frons, in case they pay us a visit.} renegade thief? The persecutor of ‘Ere, Martin, stick out your ‘ands!"'| women? The pitiless butcher of de- Martin complied, and felt the hand cuffs close about his wrists “See If you can pull fenseless men? Ich!'s suav silence. voice broke an uneasy your ‘ands out * “Mr, Blake, we have brought you Martin ould, easily up here for a little chat,’ sald Ich!. All right ep them ‘ang-|*And before we commence, I bes. ing from one wrist,"’ said the bout-| please to inform you I am your very awain, ‘In case they come down or ar friend, and [ think of you no ll. us, We don’t want them to find wu} So--will you not be seated? loose." Martin seated himself gingerly upon “But we can't lounge here indefi-| ihe edge of a chair. It was an un- nitely,”” commenced Martin impa-] comfortable position, and his arms tently. ached keenly from being constrained «Well bide quiet for a bit," said the in the unnatural position the hand- 'N cet SPRINGER A Tale Sf Mystery, Tecasure, Love and the Sea z TED BY ROBERT E. JOHNSTON “HE HAD A VIVID RECOLLECT! ©') OF THE TERRIFIC PAIN THAT ACCOMPANIED THE FORMER APPLICATION OF THOSE WRITHING FINGERS.” cuffs demanded, but he dare not élip| Ichi out a hand. E “I ain not mistaken tn assuming you would with relishness pt re-|c i to Carew, not 1 tl “Our dear Mr. jerstand, perhape."” k ur you were advo- sneered Wild would talk wit! chit—have your way. Icht went on till we call in the “Water — coffee,” sald Martin} cl briefly, é ‘8 seat at a nod from The Japanese barked an order to| !ct d heavily with the Chinaman. Yip filled readjusting his a cup with biack coffee} be him. and held it to Martin's lips commenced Martin drank eagerly, tilting back rehed the ship his head: and start upward into t rig ting. We have not Yip's face. He half expected suid ained The young woman some sign of friendship there, a f informed us with much readiness ing simile, or tho flutter of an eyelid. | Of & Place the paper is. But But he was diaappointed. There was} there are certain reasons Icht not the hint of an emotion in Charley ed at Carew—‘‘why we may mam Bo Yip's moon-like face. When Yip e truth of Miss Le Moyne’ turned away with the empty cup nen Martin heaved a satlsfled sigh we look to you, my dear Mi “That is better,” he sald to Ichi. to enlighten us; to: diepubeas woman's words. We he whaling man‘ “Fire away. verify the 3 I can talk now." Ichi stared off on a rambling and} °°" flowery appreciation of Martin's i {mplied thanks. Martin noticed, | | Martin must speak. while Dr. Ich! talked on Moto w massaging his Oriental indirectness, that leadly ft Martin did not was a large cupboard affixed to|rélish the e he knew those digita the cabin’s forward bulkliead it]could inflict. Hut puld he speak stood open and empty. It had con-|truth? tained four high-powered rifles, He wondered if Ruth had really am: shotguns and four heavy nav wered their tions, and If she ers, with a plentiful supply of told them t where the writing wi munition, for all arms. He dec pe had best tell them th They were go He reflested they |trut would not help them, and must be In the hands of Carew’sJit coul + harm Little Billy, fos men, Not a pleasant reflection + y was gone view of the boatswain's schem¢ an has the code,"? th Carew, breaking roughly into I sald him place it im bbs speech, commanded his attent pock Z Never mind all that Ichi! “Just as the young woman saté{” Jove!’ Woe cannot afford to wast?]exclaimed Ichi time listening to pretty courtesic Little B * sald Wild Bob, | He swung upon Martin with menacins |ewel), your wv, can you tell us eye and voice. “Here you! No ~ wnat ame that blasted huneb hedging now! What has become fe the code writing that directed to the eva \ om hi ir ambergris bidden ashore? Come> Bs hae het one a ppl SPIE SE nate Where: 8 ty I ¢ know what has become of Martin blinked with surprise at the sudden attack, and at the question it- | him.” 1 Carew. “‘Yqu ought to Pare know. had the wateh on deck “Come =< epeak upit® commanded| When you came out of the fom last Carew, again 7 “I don't know anything about It,” * muttered Carew Martin lied. ‘‘T have been a common | ‘The hback must have been 8. ron the shir knifed thrown over without being Eno Spin that yarn to the| recogn marines. I want the truth!" cricd| ‘‘No, t Carew. Since when has Old Man Dab- | hunchback ney permitted his foremast hand turned Ichi live aft? How long since Ruth Not of them! Martin's heart was Moyne takes @ heart interest in com-| pounding joyfully. Then Little Billy mon satlors? Hey?" was alive He leaned forward in his chatr, and} wre), hy on the shin uaa shot the questions at Martin. His face] sartea Carew. ‘Let us not waste any, was suddenly debased with evil pas-| pore ~ ail cet the fart sion, and bitter hatred was clearly re-| 1.4 y. Call in the minx. Perd veaied In his blazing eyes. har will tame some of that cursed It was jealousy—a wild, hate-filled] ovis of witness her preth fealousy ot him, Martin Blake—was| faring} saeco (unsomtiie he core of Cartw's rage abl “Come—where is at code?’’ wen on Carew. ‘Speak up lively, now! By | (copyriignt 1922, & oll Renéizatec tien Heaven, if you sulk, I'll jolly well] geil] more thrilling are the ocou Graw the truth. out of you Fars rences in to-morrow’s instalment. Ichi, call up that finger devil of yours and we'll see if a little gullet-twisting will loosen this cub’s tongue! Here Moto! The wooden-faced ju-{itsut man. | who had been seated on the divan got on his feet and moved toward, Martin's chair. His face was abso- | AM Pasenating Story of Romance, 'siery and latrigue In British India lutely expresstontess, his attitude tm. | F E personal, but he was rubbing his | OF THE hands together and stroking his | fingers as if to make them supple for yl the work that lay before them | By Talbot Mundy Martin observed the maneuver with a suddenly contracted heart. He iad a vivid recollection of the terrific pain that accompanied the former appll- catéon of those writhing fingers to his person. He cautiously worked the handcuffs down upon his ands so that a quick movement would fling them off. If he was to be put to torture, he would first fight! He eyemarked a carving-knife lying on the table within leaping reach. “Let us not use Moto just yet," A Tale That Every Minute’s Recding Makes More Worth While Pegins Montay, Nov. 27 —IN THE EVENING WORLD