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TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 2, 1010.
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ly interested in the provisions of the
The recent activity of the Rumanian
army suggests the presumption that
Rumania is trying to annex Hungary.
Attorney General Palmer appears to
have submitted both cheeks for the slap-
• After a chicken has been raised in
Texas, shipped to Kansas City, killed
there and put in cold storage, then six
months later sent back to. Texas, is it
to be wondered that the cost has ad-
vanced 50 per cent?
The undertakers are now being in-
vestigated; someone must have entered
a complaint against the high cost of
dying.
• It used to be the shoe that pinched;
now it’s the price.
The strike breakers’ union is serious-
ly contemplating going on a strike to
enforce their demands for double pay
for overtime.
treaty as they are in the others, com-
monly designated as groceries.
Where' would the cold storage bar-
ons be if the hens should combine to
restrict output?
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It’s strike, strike, strike,
From actor to engineer;
And strike, strike, strike,
For cheese or decimal beer;
I’m a lover of justice and peace,
But, whoever may happen to win,
I stand no show; what I’d like to know
is, Where do I come in?
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Song of a Humble Citizen.
With temples throbbing and hot,
With temper ruffled and red,
A citizen sat in his rent-raised fla
Wearily propping his head;
“I’m a man of peace,” he moaned,
As he fingered the grocer’s bill, .
“Yet self-control is leaving my soul
And I’m nursing a longing to kill!”
Little Town of What’s-its-name!
In the Weekly Call
Ladies’ Aid proclaims a fete
At Odd Fellows’ hall.
Sale bills decorate the trees,
You will find one, too,
Neai’ the old postoffice sign:
“Box Rent Now Is Due.”
Posters -in the windows say
There’s to be a game
Friday with the Liztown Reds:
Root for What’s-its-name
LITTLE TOWN OF WHAT’S-ITS-NAME
Little Town of What’s-its-name! \
You’ve been there I know;
There’s a Town of What’s-its-name
Everywhere you go.
Sometimes on the mountaintop,
Sometimes in the plain;
See it as you motor through,
See it from the train.
What’s-its-name is always found
Set in rustic frame,
And you always, always say:
“Wonder what’s its name?"
Copyright 1918 by Ralph D. Paine. All rights reserved.
Printed by permission of and by special arrangement
with Houghton Mifflin Company, Boston and New York.
Little Town of What’s-its-name!
All are quite alike;
Now and then they have a fire,
Never have a strike.
Now and then a baby’s born,
Then somebody dies;
That is why old What’s-its-name
Never grows in size.
Pictures in the albums, too,
Look about the same—
Fact is, things seldom change
Here in What’s-its-name.
It’s strike, strike, strike,
From window cleaner to clerk;
And strike, strike, strike,
With never a thought of work;
I’m strong for order and law,
But I have nothing to say,
For first and last I am lashed to the
mast;
Whoever may win, I pay.
With temples throbbing and hot/
With temper ragged and red,
A citizen sat in his rent-raised flat,
Wearily propping his head;
“I’m a man of peace,” he moaned,
“But all this makes me sick; (
Upon my soul, I’ve lost control;
I’m turning Bolshevik.”
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New York Office, 341 Fifth Ave.
D. J. Randall.
Chicago, St. Louis and Detroit Offices,
The S. C. Beckwith Agency.
Little Town of What’s-its-name!
Those who glibly run
Through your shaded thoroughfares
Miss a lot of fun.
You, like all the What’s-its-names,
Underneath the sky,
Glory in a sweet content
Money cannot buy.
Let the cities have the gold,
Selfishness and fame/
You have mostly happiness
Little What’s-its-name.
—William Herschell in the Indianapolis
News.
There is one cure for the h. c. 1. i all at once, dear.” Justwed—“That’s
which no one will be willing to adopt. J all right; go on taking an allowance
Everybody go to work, and stop talk- i from your father just as if nothing had
ing.
From what we knew of Gen. Smuts,
we are surprised that 'he gained his
own consent to suggest such a thing
as a league of nations to the United
States senate.
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Political affairs in Hungary have
become monotonous. There has been
no try-on of a new government for a
week.
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{weeks can not possibly aggravate pres
lent conditions and if the president is
wwilling to stake his political future on
mhe success or failure of his plans sure-
ay the people can afford the few days
Required. It must also be borne in mind
that while every citizen who has a plan
or the betterment of conditions and is
tully as patriotic as the president, he
has not the opportunity for a broad
-iew of the field as has the chief execu-
tive, who, it must be remembered, must
make his plans fit one hundred or more
sheepish admission, “and you will have
to stand behind it.”
“Of cou’se, Terry, my son, It’s worth
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visit was
The first consignment of mail from
the United States has arrived in Ger-
many. Some of the letters are post-
marked several years ago. Now listen
to the Huns abuse Postmaster General
Burleson.
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agreeably flavored
A German steel works has a hydrau-
lic press that can exert a pressure of
11,000 tons. A German by getting in
this press and turning it on at full
pressure can realize the full force of
the peace treaty.
Was Doubtful of Her Mistress.
“I’m afraid I’ll never be able to teach
you anything, Maggie,” was the des-
pairing utterance of a housewife to a
new Irish domestic. “Don’t you know
that you should always hand me notes
and cards on a salver?”
“Sure, mum, I knew,” answered Mag-
gie, “but I didn’t know you did.”
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existing need. A few
mands knowing thatiit must first be
wrested from the possession of his fel-
low citizens before handed to him, for
despite all our efforts to have the gov-
ernment looked upon as a thing dis-
tinct and apart, we can not iget away
rrom the fact that each, man, woman
and child in the nation is part of what
we term the government.
If the country is to be blessed with
a. gradual return to the normal of food
prices it is not going to be made a fact
by increasing the pay of railroad shop-
men, railroad trainmen, dock workers,
shipbuilders, carpenters and brick-
layers, while the pay of the clerk, the
bookkeeper, the salesman, the wood-
sawyer, remains the same, nor is it to
be expected that normal prices are to
be regained by raising the pay of every
one who exchanges service for a week-
ly or monthly consideration. A prob-
lem of this magnitude and of so many
ramifications is not to be solved in any
such off-hand manner. The road to a
solution of the problem is more likely
to be found in an exhibition of con-
fidence in those working at it than by
raising false issues and confusing the
efforts of those who are honestly labor-
ing at the task.
The French newspaper men parted
from Gen. Pershing very cordially on
Sunday mutaul admiration was ex-
pressed by both the general and the
writers. Probably the French news-
papers have much greater reason for
feeling kindly toward the American
general that Pershing has for admiring
the newspaper men, for it was the
American general who gave the French
newspapers many a first page story and,
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scriptural injunction, he is hitting back
with both fists. Senator Frelinghuysen
of New Jersey appears to have pro-
voked the nw head of the nation’s
legal department, for Mr. Palmer has
filled some rather severe charges
against him, accusing him of being in
sympathy with Germany, and backing
up his charge with documentary evi-
dence.
end the patriotism of each other is to
at once invite anarchy, the very menace
we are so vigorously combatting and
which is threatening our fair land under
the name of bolshevism. Just at this
time it will make little if any differ-
ence as to which party the president
'owes his allegiance, for the condition
which we now face is for men to meet,
pot partisans.
'While the situation has been made
i the more acute by the demands of a
portion of our citizenship, it must not
be overlooked that the entire nation is
affected, and this being true, he must
It must have been a Democratic
member of the national upper house
who wrote: “O, for a Lodge in some
vast wilderness.”
code of tow-boat manners, did
Terry? Straight towage?”
“He has my signature,” was
Mrs. Justwed-—“You must not ex-
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comfort and convenience of the masters
of ships from many seas who dropped
in for mail or orders before sailing out
again, bound coastwise or offshore to
Cadiz, London, and Valpariso. Bluff,
bronzed Englishmen commanding laden
steamers calling for bunker coal, rug-
ged Norwegian skippers of steel square-
riggers, down-coast Yankees who drove
the great six-masters through fog and
snow,—these and their brethren of the
bridge and quarter-deck met to renew
old acquaintance or form new friend-
ships, and Captain Joe made them feel
at home, nor was his cigar-box ever
empty. A piazza jutted over the water,
with a railing to whittle or to rest
your heels upon. It commanded a pan-
orama of shipping so varied and lively
that the chairs were filled on fine
days.
Captain Joe Dabney had a desk, and
business both urgent and important
was continually transacted, but a brace
of clerks attended to, details and he
appeared to be more of 'a host than an
executive, entertaining his maritime
guests in a manner suave, leisurely, in-
finitely courteous. He was a Dabney
of Roanoke County, Virginia, distantly
related, it is true, to the patrician kin-
folk who had been lords of plantations,
but no less bound by the obligations of
a gentleman. He stood six feet, there
were two hunderd pounds of him, and
althought he spoke with so much lazy
affability his tow-boat creys answered
respectfully and were prompt in obed-
ience. Blond and pink, a youngish man
of fifty, he fastidiously attired him-
self in white flannels during most
months of the year and undoubtedly
adorned the seafaring community.
He was swinging his legs from a
table in the big room while a swarthy
brigand of an Italian skipper loading
coal for Buenos Aires expressed his
volcanic opinions of the ship-chandlers
of Norfolk. Captain Joe was all tact
and sympathy, but his glance wandered
to a window and he gently interrupted
the tirade.
“Now, Captain Marotto, you just
leave those bills with me, if you please,
1 and I will make that thievin’ hound toe
1 the mark if we have to haul him into
1 cou’t. Shy seven cases of macaroni?
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The chauffeur had been haled into
Court for speeding and running down
a pedestrian. “Your Honor,” said the
chauffeur, “it was all my fault. The.
pedestrian was not the blame.” And the
poor Judge dropped dead.—Cincinnati
Enquirer.
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delirious welcome. A dusky retainer
with a lavish display of white shirt-
front threw open the doors and made
haste to snatch Fenwick’s suit-case,
bowing him into a spacious hall where
a six-foot black-loge blazed in a cav-
ern of a brick fire-place. Almost in-
stantly this thoughtful attendant i -
appeared with a tray and cocktails.
“Yo’ very good health, Mr. Fenwick,”
exclaimed he host as he raised his
glass. “Here’s to fair weather and a
better acquaintance. Pardon me if you
do not indulge—”
“Very seldom, sir, but in honor of the
occasion and ‘a safe deliverance for the
good ship, with God’s assistance,’ as the
old-time manifest used to read,—I wish
every happiness to you and yours.”
They drank the pledge. Captain Joe’s
smile frankly affectionate. He had
been strongly, impulsively attracted to
this manly sailor whose behavior was
that of a No’thern gentleman, by God-
frey,—none of your uncouth rousta-
bouts who had cussed and kicked their
way out of a schooner’s fo’castle info
the cabin.
“This lazy limb of Satan will show
you to yo’ room,” said he, indicating
the solemn youth with the tray and
sternly admonishing him: “Find Cap’n
Fenwick everything he wants, Geo’ge,
and you better had step lively. He
carried a colored crew and when he
bats an eye they come near jumpin’ out
of their skins.”
Dressing was a luxurious process
which began with a hot bath and end-
ed with the borrowed white flannels
that fitted as trimly as Captain Joe had
CHAPTER V.
Cap’n Joe Dabney “Plays a Hunch.”
The Virginia Towing and Transpor-
tation Company consisted of Captain
Joseph Dabney, who was to be found
in a small, rather dilapidated building
snuggled on the river’s edge at Nor-
folk. It conveniently overlooked his
own wharf, where a dozen sturdy, well-
groomed tugs tied up at night or
touched for orders, hurled at them
through a megaphone from his office
window, which sent them to Newport
News, to Sewall’s Point, up the Bay to
Baltimore, or out beyond the Capes. In
this region of the town, between the
railroad tracks and the river, every
stranger was hailed as “Cap’n” with an
excellent chance of hitting the mark.
It concerned itself with things nautical,
a slipshod, happy-go-lucky maze of
small streets and alleys impeded by
countless loafing colored citizens who
had no other visible means of support
than the walls against which they
leaned..
Most of the floor space in Captain
Joes’s building was given over to a re-
ception-room or informal club for the
’phoned for my care, and also took the
liberty of info’min’ my daughter that
you would be with me for supper.”
“But—but I look like a tramp,” stam-
mered the young man, flinching at men-
tion of the daughter.”
“Easily explained,” calmly persisted
the host, “but if yo’ personal appear-
ance is disturbin’ yo’ sense of decorum,
we can touch at a haberdasher’s for
shirts and fixin’s. As for clothes, I
have a closet full of white flannels that
shrunk infernally, and I can fit you to
a dot. Mrs. Dabney is sojournin’ with
friends in Roanoke County and you will
meet only my daughter, Miss Ivy Bell.
As a chaperon, I reckon I can pass
Lloyd’s survey.”
There was no refusing a hospitality
so genuine. Terry Cochran, delaying
to glance at the order-book and ascer-
tain what work was ahead for the Un-
daunted, may have heard the cordial
speech and possibly it accounted for
the marked brusqueness with which he
said good-night. With a gleam of
amused interest, Fenwick surmised that
Miss Ivy Bell abney was no stranger
to the dashing cochran.
A colored chauffeur presently drove
them through the city and into the
country over a road which, after sev-
eral miles, swerved to approach a bay
and the riding-lights of anchored ves-
sels, with the beacons and gas-bouys
winking red or white to warn and bec-
kon. The car turned in at a driveway
which led through grounds of several
acres to a white house, wide, low, and
comfortable. Unlike the compact New
England dwelling familiar to Dudley
Fenwick, which was designed to defy a
more hostile- climate, this Virginia
home seemed like a hamlet of separate
buildings widely scattered, servants'
quarters, stable, sheds, and what-not,
as the guest discerned their shadowy
outlines.
Several dogs rushed out to bark a
It’s strike, strike, strike,
From dawn to evening glow;
And strike, strike, strike,
Wherever I chance to go.
The slogan, wherever I pass,
in our land-of-do-as-you-like
Is “Get to a man as much as you can,
Then ask for more—and strike!”
The Italian mariner was all sunshine
again, and Captain Joe strolled to the
window to watch the Undaunted fling
her lines to the wharf. The lithe fig-
ure and impetuous bearing of Terry
Cochran seemed to Inspire certain re-
flections which were not altogether
happy. It was as though the jovial
Captain Dabney had been reminded of
some problem that perplexed him. He
dismissed it, however, and hailed young
Cochran who had alighted upon the
wharf in a reckless leap.
“Hello, Terry! You were repo’ted as
passing in this morning with the Eliza-
beth Wetherell in two. Good boy!
Where did you find her, and is all well
aboa’d?”
“Ten of ’em missing, Cap’n Joe, in-
cluding the old man and his wife.
Heard any news of their launch? Aside
from that, ’t is a comical yarn and you
will enjoy it.”
“Tie the boat up till four o'clock,
Terry. Then you pull a Dutch steamer
into the stream from number four pier
at Lambert’s Point. Come into the of-
fice. What’s this about Captain Dodge?
I wired Portland as soon as you were
sighted, and a reply came from Amos
Runlett not ten minutes ago. It’s ad-
dressed to old man Dodge. And he left
his ship with part of the crew aboa’d?”
Instead of replying, Cochran bolted
through the doorway and joined his em-
ployer at the window inside, dragging
two chairs together and helping him-
self to a cigar.
“Listen, Cap’n Joe. This fine, large
schooner was abandoned in a sinking
condition. Get that? God knows why
she didn’t sink, but, anyhow, the mate
and the cook and four niggers in a yawl
found her after the gale and grabbed
her as a derelict. When I came along
they were heading her in for the Capes
as happy and free from care as a joy-
ried. You would have laughed, but it
came near getting my goat. This mate,
name of Fenwick, solid like a brick
house, had a notion of tipping me over-
board because I hinted at a salvage
job for my boat. He was civil enough,
but cleared for action. You could see
it in his eye. You know the kind.
They raise ’em on the Main coast and
the wise guy doesn’t crowd ’em too
far.”
Captain Dabney harkened with bland
enjoyment, as though the- discomfiture
of the intrepid young master of the
Undaunted appealed to his sense of hu-
mor.
“Put a crimp in yo’ billy-be-damned
POST GROCERIES.
Brownsville Herald.
Uncle Sam’s post grocery not only
serves to show people what are fair
prices, but also enables the govern-
ment to give the people the benefit of
the vast stores of supplies necessarily
accumulated by the war department in
anticipation of our European campaign,
which none believed in advance would
last less than a year. Under the cir-
cumstances, with prices soaring be-
cause of alleged shortage in the sup-
ply, it would have been nothing short
of criminal for the government to have
held these groceries until they were
spoiled and had to be thrown away.
Nor can the government be blamed in
the least for selling them at cost. The
government is not supposed to make a
profit on any such commodities as it
may have to dispose of as surplus.
There are no reasonable grounds what-
soever on which to object to the sale of
these supplies by the government to
the people.
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The new German government pro-
poses to adopt black, yellow and red
as the colors for the new flag of that
country. To this Belgium objects.
What’s the matter with .compelling
Germany to stick to straight yellow?
A Mystery Explained.
“When I first hit town,” remarked
the farmer, “I uster stand on a corner
and wonder how all these city people
managed to live.”
“Well?”
“Well, seeing as they have got $38
out of me in four days, it ain’t such a
mystery after all.”—From the Buffalo
Commercial.
wolf for his rights. And you will not
leave the question to Cap’n Joe Dabney,
the squarest tow-boat man on the
coast?”
“There is nothing to argue,’ 'insist-
ed Fenwick. “What you can’t seem to
get through your head is that we are
no longer members of the original crew
of the Elizabeth Wetherell. That rat-
ing was lost When we abandoned her
by order of the master, Captain "William
Dodge. We found her and took posses-
sion. And you propose to take her
away from us if I am stupid enough to
leave you a loophole for salvage.
“A sea-lawyer and a corker!” was the
comment of Terry Cochran “And you
have you two feet under you, at that,
and a fist that I am not anxious to get
in the way of.”
“You will sign a waiver, and refer the
towage bill to your office?” was Fen-
wick’s stubborn response.
“Sure I will, or it will come to a
clinch at this rate. 'T would be a great
pity to steam away and let you be
drowned so near to port. How are you
off for provisions?”
“Not far from a famine. A bag of
potatoes and some bread would help.”
“God bless me! What about a quar-
ter of fresh beef and a few dozen
eggs?”
“They would start a- riot, Captain
Cochran.”
“Well, I’ll send ’em over, and if your
black buckaroos will be kind enough to
slip me the end of a hawser, I will do
my best to snatch you in past the
Capes by this time tomorrow. I like
your style, Mr. Fenwick, and we will
get on well together.”
chief executive will be tantamount to
a vote of confidence in the man who is
doing the very best, possible to steer
the ship of state through the dangerous
paters in which the vessel has been
Dlown by the storms of war. Nor is this
{Vote of confidence being asked merely
ton personal or political grounds, for
during a period of nearly eight years
pr. Wilson has indicated his patriotism
ana his right to ask it by his official
actions. Being human, .he has made
[mistakes, but this, instead of weaken-
ing his influence, should have won him
[the support of all who are honest
enough to class themselves among
those who refuse to consider them-
selves perfect beings; but while he may
have made mistakes, he has also scored
successes sufficient to justify the belief
of the people that he is doing the best
mman can do under trying and harrass-
ng circumstances.
Mere justice would demand that the
president be afforded opportunity for
[demonstrating whether or not the plans
Mr. Glenn E. Plumb, the gentleman
who advocates the taking of the rail-
roads from their owners and turning
them over to the employees, made a
pre-labor day speech in Richmond on
Sunday in which he used such terms
as “financial autocracy,” “fundamental
economic, reconstruction,” "manipula-
tion of Wall Street,” and the like. He
is a poor orator who cannot get the
hand by hurling Innuendos at Wall
Street. But what is the use of con-
demning everything in sight and then
leaving the country up in the air as to
the proper remedy? It must be that
Mr. Plumb has joined the popular pro-
cession of those public speakers who
say pretty things which mean nothing.
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kmillions of people.
To withhold confidence from the men
-we have called to look after the busi-T pins operation and having thus met the
mess of the nation is to declare our lack
of confidence in each other. To cast
away the mutual belief in the honesty
Some genius has invented a bed
which can be converted into a double
setee, a porch swing or a reclining
chair. What is more needed is a bed
which can be converted into at least
one-half its value when the owner has
to move out of town.
TEXAS’ POPULATION.
San Antonio Express.
It is interesting to note the advance
in population made by Texas during
the period it has been a member of the
great American family of states. In
the census of 1850, which was the first
taken after it became a state, Texas
ranked twenty-fifth in point of popu-.
lation. The next census showed it to
be twenty-third, and the succeeded
one gave it nineteenth place. Then, in
1880, it had grown until it ranked as
eleventh, and during the next ten years
it acquired seventh place. In 1900 it
stood sixth, and in 1910 only four states
had greater population. When Texas
entered the Union there were only
thirty-five states. Now there arc forty-
eight, and Texas will probably occupy
fourth place in the list in the enumera-
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Pickering, Fenwick had lain in South-
ern ports loading pine lumber,—Savan-
nah, Brunswick, Jacksonville,But he
knew on the the water-fronts and res-
taurants. And this sort of kindness, in-
formal, gracious, warm-hearted, was
not apt to be encountered by a stranger
in the down-east ports of Boston or
Portland, where one’s credentials were
scanned and entrance granted in a
cautious, not to say suspicious manner.
(To Be Continued.)
The French chamber of deputies must
have taken fright over the unfounded
rumor that the United States senate
was about to act upon the peace treaty,
for the French body on Saturday
brought discussion of the document to
a dramatic close, twenty of the depu-
ties stating that they withdrew their
notice to speak on the treaty. This
leaves the United States until December
25th to do its Christmas shopping
early, and as the president will be out
of the city for several weeks it is prob-
ably that the upper house, having no
one in Washington to nag, will not
work more than half time, at full pay,
however.
“A great many commodities are ad-
vancing in price.” “And that reminds
me,” “Yes?” “I heard less kicking
when whiskey advanced $4 a gallon
than when milk went up one cent a
quart.”—Louisville Courier-Journal.
The Chileans have caught on. They
are demanding that the government
augment production, from a food ad-
ministration; stabilize money and bring
about economic conditions. Some peo-
ple, and the Chileans appear to be of
that sort, seem to be of the belief that
a government can do anything asked of
it. Chile is a republic and a republic is
presumed to be a government of the
people,' by and for the people, hence,
logically, the' government of Chile is
being asked by itself • to do certain
things for itself. There appears to exist
an idea, and it is not confined to Chile,
either that the moment the people elect
a government, the government and the
people become two separate bodies,
more or less antagonistic toward each
other. Mortals sure do act funny.
to endure the breaking strain. I am
afraid he has paid the price.”
“Yes. Dead or alive, he has paid it,”
solemnly affirmed another. “This af- ,
fair of quitting a ship before her time,
—when she was seaworthy enough for
the mate to fetch her in,—there is no
extenuation. One can’t argue that sort
of thing with his owners.”
They decided to await the arrival of
the mate of the Elizabeth Wetherell.
Curiosity suggested that they appraise
him for themselves. Shortly before
six o’clock the deep-throated whistle of
the Undaunted blew for the wharf.
While she was making fast for the
night, Terry Cochran ushered in the
castaways of whom Fenwick alone was
unabashed. The others huddled near
the door, Alfred Whittier and the four
negro sailors, burdened with an odd
collection of sea-stained bags and bun-
dles. In the presence of the party of
gravely attentive shipmasters they felt
themselves to be in the wrong place,
unexpectedly trespassing upon the
quarter-deck.
Captain Joe introduced the mate and
the visitors shook hands with him.
They were ready with phrase or two of
commendation, nothing effusive, merely
to signify that they knew what he had
done and approved it. He was pleased
beyond measure. Once before, when he
had shaken hands with the three rug-
ged old masters of the Fenwick schoon-
ers in the little office at the shipyard,
after his fathers’ death, it had seemed
like a ceremony of initiation to the
fraternity of the sea, but this Norfolk
episode was more a recognition of
things accomplished, not merely hoped
for.
It was to be shared with others,
however, and he led them forward, the
blushing Alfred as his “acting mate,”
the Holt brothers, Archie and Sidney,
who advanced with the limber elegance
of a cake-walk, the bow-legged man
with the grizzled wool who looked lost
and forsaken away from a ship, and the
spindling, jet-black foremast hand who
resembled a camp-meeting preacher and
was said to have carved several per-
sons that disagreed with him.
“I will pay off these sailors and they
can look out for themselves,” said Cap-
tain Joe. “As for the prodigy of a
cook—”
“He goes to a good hotel until I re-
ceive my orders,” declared Fenwick.
“I am personally responsible for what-
ever amount he wishes to draw for glad
raiment and moving-pictures.”
“Kiri we-all sign with you ag’in, suh?”
anxiously inquired Archie.
“You done said it ’fo’ me, buddy,”
echoed Sidne}, flashing two rows of
white teeth. “Somethin’ doin’ when a
nigger sails with Mistah Fenwick.”
“Leave word here where I can find
you, boys,” advised the mate. “There is
salvage due, remember.”
“Seems to me we had fun enough
without extry pay for it,” came from
the unworldly Alfred.
Fenwick was about to pilot him to a
hotel, but Captain Joe interposed.
“Please let me send a clerk with him.
It will give me great pleasure,. Mr.
Fenwick, if you will be good enough
to spend the night at my house. I have
“You don’t look it! On the level,
Mister Mate, I’d hate to sit in a poker
game with you. Need me? Why, that
crazy old coffin of yours is officially
dead. She was abandoned at sea. You
just told me so.”
“We are holding a wake over her,”
said Fenwick, without a smile. “If I
give you a hawser, what do you pro-
pose to call it? Towage or salvage?”
“Salvage to be sure,” cried Terry
Cochran, whose temper was short.
“You can’t afford to risk bad weather.
Better let your boss fight it out with
Cap’n Joe.”
“Towing or nothing,” as vigorously
declared the acting master.
“Then I will come aboard and talk
it over,” was the reply from the tug.
“’T is more like a floating, mad-house
than anything I have run afoul of in
a blue moon.”
A boat was dropped from the Un-
daunted, and presently these doughty
antagonists met and Shook hands upon
the unkempt deck of the Elizabeth
Wetherell. At a guess, they were
about of an age, fine specimens of the
manhood that is forged by the vicis-
situdes of the sea. The. mate, of a pure
New England strain, was quitely per-
tinacious, seldom emotional, while the
tow-boat captain, eager, restless, im-
patient, betrayed the dash of Irish in
him.
“Well, by Cripes!” ejaculated the lat-
ter, breaking into Fenwick’s story.
“Four niggers and a cook for a ship’s
company! And you have the nerve to
tell me to my face that you don’t care
whether I hook' on to you or not!”
“I am ready to take a tow, if you
will sit down at the cabin table and
sign a paper waiving all claim for sal-
vage, Captain Cochran.”
“It would serve you right to leave
you to founder, Mr. Fenwick.”
“Oh, we are used to that. We found
this ship a lawful derehict and we took
possession. And no pirate of a Nor-
folk tow-boat can bluff us out of what
belongs to us.”
“You are a bunch of ungrateful black-
guards,” hotly exclaimed Terry Coch-
ran, but repented before Fenwick could
retaliate. “I beg pardon,” he added in
milder tones. “Five days in an open
boat would make any man fight like a
• When a man holding the highest po-
Hitical office in the gift of the people
asks that sufficient confidence he
placed in him to permit the working
tout of certain plans, and when com-
pliance with the request will entail no
additional hardship upon those of
whom the concession is asked it would
lbe poor policy indeed to refuse to listen
ana decline to extend the favor asked.
President Wilson, in his Labor day
Message to the workers of the United
"States, says: “I am encouraged and
gratified by. the progress which is be-
Sng made in controlling the cost of 1iV-
ng. The support of the mvement is
widespread and I confidently look for
substantial results, although I must
counsel patience, as well as vigilance,
ecause such results will not come in-
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in fact, had not the United States sent
Gen. Pershing to France, and had kept
aloof from the great war, it is quite
probably that a number of French
| newspaper men would be out of a job
today, unless they were sufficiently
well acquainted with the Teuton lan-
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something to me to have you told where
to get off once in a while. Otherwise
you are liable to ride clear over me.”
Mr. Cochran indignantly denied the
aspersion, and went on to say: “I
swung the schooner out of the channel
and left her on the mud. This Fen-
wick wants you to send down a ma-
chinist and a cook and two or three
men this afternoon. His tarriers are
worn to the bone and he expects to
send them ashore to recuperate.”
“He had better ome along himself,
Terry. I’m glad to do anything in my
power. Amos Runlett will be down
from Portland in two or three days to
have the vessel docked and refitted.
If Mr. Fenwick wishes money for him-
self or his men, I am ready to honor
his request and charge same to the
ship’s account.”
“He ought to be in dry-dock himself
instead of sticking to that condemned
old coal-hod,” ungrudgingly suggested
Terr}. “Can you find a reliable ship-
keeper to send down with me, Cap’n
Joe?”
“That’s the idea, boy, Present my
compliments to Mr. Fenwick, if you
please, and info’m him that you are to
remove him by fo’ce if necessary.”
“After you, Cap’n Joe,” grinned the
tow-boat skipper. “ ’Tis my firm be-
lief that moral suasion is the one best
bet for me.”
Later in the afternoon, when the Un-
daunted had slipped away from the
wharf, Captain Dabney lingered in the
big room to discuss with several visit-
ing seafarers the narrative of the Eliza-
beth Wetherell. They were a staid,
respectable group, men who stood well
in their profession and kept sober
ashore and at sea, the master* of an
eight-thousapd-ton freighter from the
Far East, another in a full-rigged sail-
ing ship under charter for the Mediter-
rarean, a third commanding a monster
of an oil-tanker recently launched at
Newport News. A schooner captain or
two completed the jury of experts
which passed on the merits of Dudley
Fenwick’s achievement in slow,
thoughtful comment and question.
“A young man’s game. He played it
well,” said one of them.
“Very creditable, indeed,” agreed an
elderly critic. “He ought to be given a.
ship.”
“How old is he. Captain Dabney?”
“Twenty-five or near it, accordin’ to
Terry Cochran. We may learn wis-
dom with years, gentlemen, but we sigh
for the days when we were natural-
bon’ fools.”
“Quite right. This Captain William
Dodge,—a hard man and a competent
seaman, I am told. But he was too old
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