The Alto Herald (Alto, Tex.), Vol. 30, No. 1, Ed. 1 Thursday, May 1, 1930 Page: 3 of 10
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THE ALTO HERAI.P, ALTO. TEXAS.
Don't waft until
IET Sir Walter Raleigh mel-
J low down that powerful
pipe of yours 1 Sir Walter will
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tobaccos. And the tobacco is
wrapped in heavy gold foil to
keep it fresh and fragrant to the
last pipeful in the tin.
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and outer soles of the shoe. The
wearer may heat It by attaching a
connector In the heel with a wall plug.
The bent lasts about one and a half
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of the Telephone Exchange Cafe-
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Black Sheep's Gold
Men have rone down to the South
Sons, stayed a few months or a year
or two and have come back and writ-
ten novels of vaj-ylng degrees of ac-
curacy; mostly romantic, glamorous
and colorful tales which have captured
public Interest. Not one of them has
the authenticity of the novels of Beat-
rice Grlmshaw. All of the other South
Seas writers combined have not equaled
her output of stories, neither have they
attained to anything like her hu««
audience In Europe, America and oth-
er parts of the world.
During nearly a quarter of a cen-
tury she has lived In that romantlo
district and has written Its novels for
about the same length of time. She
has nailed the sapphire and turquoise-
tinted waters and visited the spice-
scented, tropic-laden, coral-built atolls
and Islands from Papua to the limits
of Polynesia and groups farther east-
ward. She knows not only the various
types of natives, but also the polyglot
specimens of humanity that have bpen
attracted from other parts of the
world; and she hns first-hand knowl-
edge of the physl.ckl attributes and
the flora and fauna of that fascinat-
ing section of the globe.
Beatrice Grlmshaw is an authority
on the South Seas. She draws with a
sure hand whether she be depicting
world vagabonds and beach-combers,
natives, traders, sailors, gold hunters,
explorers, government officials or ad-
venturers of type. Above all she
draws the country, with its waters,
Its mountains, Its verdure and its de-
tached mystical characteristics. And
with It all she has the gift of roman-
ticism; the ability to construct plots
and weave the fascinating elements of
the region Into novels. One has never
read a real South Seas story until he
has read the fiction of Beatrice Grlm-
The cigar was unwontedly good; It
had made me peaceful and dreamy—
that, or the reaction after the fuss of
getting aboard and away. At all
events, 1 leaned back in the cushioned
smoke-room chair, and gave myself
up to enjoyment; let the sounds and
sights and the smells of the great
liner flow pleasantly over me. They
were all there, the things that I had
known and forgotten. And the beat,
beat of the great steamer heart, that
was to carry on, day and night, until
Hongkong; and the barely heard,
long wash of the Coral sea, as we ran
north from Cairns in Queensland up
towards Torres straits, through all the
sapphire and topaz glory of a tropic
winter day. . . .
I had the sum of one hundred and
seventy-two solid pounds, mine since
yesterday, in the care of the ship's
majestic purser. There's nothing
makes a man feel so innocently drunk,
as a hatful of cash, when he has been
a long time short. This cash of mine
was tho result of a lucky win In a
■weep on the English Derby; nothing
more respectable than that—but the
strictest purist could hardly have
found fault with my way of spending
It I was down In Cairns upoh busi-
ness (very small business and cheap)
when the windfall came; and wisely,
I decided to go home at once, Instead
of waiting for the monthly B. P. boat
One treat I must have, I decided; and
the call of the Cutacnra suggested its
kind. I would spend eight of my pre-
cious pounds on a two-day run to
Thursday island, and get back thence
to New Guinea by cutter. For two
days, I would dream that I was back
In the spacious days of Home and
riches; the years when my father
owned a fine country house, and a
smallish town house, and I had been
going to be an English squire, some
time or other, and life and society
and tho "right people," and what one
was going to do with oneself after
Harrow and the 'Varsity had all been
changeless, solid as fixed stars.
Nothing sollder than that house, the
long avenue with the firs and the
crackling gravel, the cottages and
farms that were ours, the garden and
Its strange old-fashioned roses—rice
roses, Scotch yellow, moss roses, cab-
bage. Nothing more sut*e than tlie
passing for ever and ever the same,
of those slow summers and winters
in the north of England climate; pale
suns and pretty, passionless flowers,
rain and short days and, snow. Every-
thing set, unalterable. . . .
In one half lionr, it was swept away.
My father fell dead of unsuspected
heart trouble. The solid house, the
firs and the avenue, the cottages and
farms, Harrow, Cambridge, the "right
people," the sot, unalterable way of
living, all went down the winds of the
world together, swept by the same
great hurricane. He had speculated.
. . . Anyone can fill. In the rest
That was in '14. Sou know what
followed. I was eighteen years of age,
hearty and husky of build. There
was only one thing to do; 1 did it
In '19, demobilized, aged twenty-three,
I faced the world with some scars
and medals to my credit; also two
crosses. Nothing much more.
X bad been in Egypt I Mesopotamia.
The sun lands had got me. I took up
innd in Australia; failed; went north
and north; landed at Inst at Papua. I
had a trading store at the wild west
end of the country, I was some years
older, a little wiser, a little tougher
than even the war had left me. The
wild lands had marked me for their
And, on that Jeweled day of equa-
torial wlntpr, I was on board the East-
ern liner Catacara, having my treat;
with no thought of anything but a
couple of days' enjoyment under cir-
cumstances that had been mine, and
were not; with no dream of anything
fateful, anything significant, in the
brief Journey. I was merely going
back to Daru by "T. I." So I thought
What I did not know (—you remem-
ber; you did not know—) waa that I
by Beatrice Grlmshaw
Illustration• by irwln Myer*
Copyright by Hughe* Masai* * Co.
was, on that day, running right Into
the double fate that was to change
It began In the oddest manner con-
ceivable. I had finished my cigar,
looked at myself in the long mirror
as I strolled out on deck, and decided
that I was at least not unpresentable.
I was in a peaceful mood; I found a
chair, and dropped into it, wishing 1
knew how to purr like a cat; for I
felt that way.
I was simply lifted out of the chair,
before I had time to settle down, by
shrieks proceeding from forward,
where there was a wide unoccupied
space of deck. Girls' shrieks—at
least three were In It; and they were
screaming at the top of their voices.
Of course I made for the space of
foredeck, extremely ready to come to
the aid of beauty In distress. I don't
know what I expected; certainly it
was not what I saw.
Three ship's officers, attjred in all
their tropic glory of white drill and
gold, were cantering down the deck
like horses. On the shoulders of each
sat. astride, an extremely pretty girl,
dressed in a bathing suit of the kind
known as "one-piece." The girls had
Jbckey caps on their heads, and they
One of Them—a Tall, White-Limbed
Las* With Red-Bobbed Hair—Waa
were flogging their mounts along with
silk handkerchiefs, and screaming en-
couragement at the top of their rather
I saw all this In a moment and
guessed, without much difficulty, that
the riders were three musical comedy
actresses, going to Join a revue com-
pany touring the East, of whom I had
heard when taking by passage. One of
them—a tall, white-limbed lass with red
bobbed hair—was apparently winning;
her mount, the chief officer, was yards
ahead of the rest. I saw that I saw,
too, the face of a girl on the oppo-
site side of the deck; staring hard at
the racers; she had a profile like an
Italian coin, dark hair close shingled,
and exceedingly blue eyes. That face
held me for an Instant; it was as if
the owner had suddeuly called. . . .
Then I saw what made me leap
across the deck, tear off my Jacket
and fling myself over the rail of the
Catacara, down thirty feet Into the
In the excitement of winning, the
red-hnlrcd girl had let go her hold
of the chief officer's forehead, waved
her arms, and lost balance completely.
They were near the rail; she began to
topple, and 1 saw she was bound to
go. I didn't wait for her to fall; I
sprang first. I think we went through
the air almost together; she struck
the water about as soon as I, and we
both went down, in a smother of foam
and boiling blue.
We cams up well In the rear; when
I had grabbed the girl, and got the
water and my own hair out of my
eyes, I could see the steamer's Im-
mensely tall stern already hundreds of
yards away, and leaving us as If no-
bady had seen us go overbonrd.
Of course they had; they were get-
ting a boat out. and taking the way
oft the ship, as quickly as might be-
but If ever you have been left in the
midst of the Inhospitable ocean by a
liner running at full speed, you will
realize that I had plenty of time to
grasp the situation; plenty of time,
too, to wonder if we weren't both like-
ly to be drowned before help could
reach us. Because the red-haired girl.
In spite of ber stage bathing costume,
couldn't swim at all.
She was plucky; no one could have
been pluckier. She gasped a good bit,
but did not cling; she did as I told
her, put her hands on my shoulders,
and let her legs (wing out to support
her. "I—I can float—a bit," alio said
chokingly. "I—I'm not a scrap nfrald.
Never say die; th-that's my motto."
If she was not afraid, I waa; abom-
inably so. Because I had seen some-
thing she, with her face toward
my back, had not seen; something I
did not want her to aee. A black,
sharp finger, the finger of death, and
ugly death, that beckoned to us both.
I didn't need to look at the Catacara
—now motionless, a long way off—to
know that the boat sho had lowered
stood no chance in that llfe-and death
race. I knew what a shark could do
to the way of speed, when once it
scented food. Tills shark was only
cruising so I thought—but if it made
up its mind to attuck us, twenty sec-
onds would see the finish.
The shark was getting curious; zig-
zagging about; coming nearer with
every tack. "Look here," I said sud-
denly, "are you game to do Just what
I tell you and ask no questions?"
"Aren't I? Try me."
"Then put your mouth down to the
water, and blow as hard as you can."
lie stared; was about to speuk—
bvj something In my face (1 think)
ked her. Awkwardly she bent her
to the swaying green that barely
d us up; struggllngly but deter-
minedly blew. I blew also. Bubbles
went streaming from our lips under
water; a string of stiver bells, a web
of pearls. Years ago. in mid-Pacific,
I hud heard about this way of keeping
oft sharks; had even seen the girls
who swam in the 1'russlan-blue pools
of Nlue, blowing bubbles every now
and then, Just as a measure of precau-
tion. , . .
But was there really anything In it?
Had any human creature, attacked,
or In danger of attack ever kept away
these tigers of the deep by merely
pulling bubbles at them? I didn't
know. I only knew that there was
nothing else to do.
It was Impossible to go on blowing
forever. We halted, for a rest. By
tills time the girl had certainly guessed
what was happening; but she said
never a word. Her laughter, her silly
bravado, had vanished; she held to
my shoulder with a clutch of iron, and
her breath came short as sobs, but
she still kept her head, still refrained
from grabbing or hampering me.
I looked at the fin again. "G—d," I
said, and didn't know I spoke, "It's
coming"—for it had turned end on,
and I saw it as a black spike sticking
out of the water, incredibly huge.
I put my mouth down again, and
blew—blew till my lungs were one
hot pain all down my back. Th*
blnck fln poised. I felt the girl's finger
nails like claws In my netjk; heard
her spluttering uselessly into the wa-
ter, game to the last; swung her
round, I don't know how, so as to get
my body between her and the sea
tiger that was hungering for our blood;
8aw It go off with a rush like a tor-
*'ilo, and thought the end was come,
hat I bad forgotten about was th«
don't think for a moment that our
lowlngs and bubbllngs hud any effect
upon the shark, other than to excite
Its curiosity. It was the near ap-
proach of the ship's whaleboat, furi-
ously rowed, that gave It pause. Pause,
I say, because, when the boat had
dashed between us and the shark, and
four strong arms were busy hauling
us up over the gunwale—a thing that
can't be done In seconds, try how you
may—the shark suddenly seemed to
realize that its dinner was leaving It,
and made such' a determined charge
that the sailors had to fight it oil with
all the avnllable oars.
They got us into the boat, and the
chief had a tot of whisky ready. I
never saw a man look more as If he
wanted one himself, but that was
small wonder; If he hud not been
playing the giddy goat, nothing would
have huppened. I think I told him as
much; also, that I was not in the leapt
cold, and would have a dry shift in
ten minutes; didn't need a drink. The
lady, I said, had better have one.
She and ho shared it Her face
looked very white, under her wet red
hair, and 1 dare say he may have
thought she would tuke cold; anyhow,
he put his uniform coat round her,
and was making all fust with his arm
when she wriggled apart from him,
and flung herself down on the seat be-
"I'm going to sit next the bravest
man I ever met," she said, her breast
heaving up and down very fast under
the white and gold coat I saw she
wus almost in hysterics, so I simply
answered, "Rats. We fell over to-
gether." And nobody said anything
more, till the whaleboat nosed against
the ship's side.
When they got us on board, It was
the very devil for five minutes. Peo-
ple came and shook my hand, and told
me I was a brave man; some of them
thumped my back; several wanted me
to come and have a drink.
"We all know Gln-Sltng Is game,"
said somebody, "but you're gamer."
"We couldn't have done without Jin-
ny," cut in some one else. "No, by
Jove I"—"Jinny for ever!"—"Gln-
Silng's preserver"—"Hooray I"
They would have It; I was fairly
mobbed. I could hardly get to my
cnbln for a change of clothes without
being carried on the shoulders of the
crowd. But that I was determined
against; I slipped down n steward's
companion, and got away.
I dropped on the lounge; It was
some time before I even thought of
drngglng oft my sodd?n shoes, and
shedding my wet clothing. I had not
touched the chief officer's flask, or
accepted the champagne that others
had been anxious to uncork for me,
but I was drunk, mind and~body, on
one look that 1 had caught as I came
■lowly—drenched with weariness and
wet—up the ship's ladder. A look
from blue eyes below black shingled
hair. A look that cast a girl's fair
soul at my feet
(TO BB CONTINUED)
by Arthur Brisbane
Women Always Pioneers
Last Man but One
48 Years' Work. Thanks
A New Planet
Oklahoma unveils a fine statue to
the pioneer woman. Women have al-
ways been earth's real pioneers, In
Ideas and in action.
Far back in the Stone age they had
produced all the grains we know by
developing the seeds of wild plants.
They tnmed female buffaloes to pro-
vide milk for their children, planted
gardens, changed human beings from
a nomandic to a settled life.
They are the pioneers of the fron-
tiers and pioneers in ideas and in
The influence of mothers on their
sons In the last million years has
changed men from prognathous can-
nibals to semi-civilized money-grub-
bers. It is a great improvement.
The "Last Man's club" of Stillwa-
ter, -Minn., has buried Its last but one
member. Eighty-seven years old,
Charles Lockwood accompanied to the
grave the body of his friend, Peter
Hall, who died at ninety-one.
Now Lockwood Is the last. When he
goes the club will end.
Some day the last member of the
human race club will die with no
one left to bury him. Or perhaps some
friendly cataclysm will wipe out the
earth and the last few thousands left
That is a long way off, millions of
millions of years away, according to
What will men achieve meanwhile?
William Manck, forty-eight years a
letter carrier, absent only one week
In forty-eight years, retires. His su-
periors shake hands with him and
are photographed doing it. That'£ kind,
but Uncle Sam might do more.
He might give William Manck and
other faithful servants of the post
office a generous pension on which
they could live comfortably when their
hard work is done.
And without waiting for them to
be worn out, he might give them gen-
erous pay, which he does not do.
The richest employer in the world
should be at least Just.
Professor Shapley, director of the
Harvard observatory, bears from Can-
ada that another planet, sailing
around our sun, hitherto unknown to
us, has been discovered.
How many are there in our celes-
tial family? How far out to space
does the family reach?
Our ignorance > proves the extreme
youth t>f our "thinking race." Only
a very young and ignorant baby is
unable to tell how many brothers and
sisters it has.
Our newly discovered planet neigh-
bor, circling around the sun, far out
beyond Neptune, Is the most interest-
ing thing In the news.
We are only a little more than 90,-
000,000 miles from the sun. This new
planet, about tike size of our earth,
is 1,335,000,000 miles from the sun.
Multiply that by six and you will
know approximately the length of the
far-off planet's Journey round the sun.
On that planet you must live 3,200
earth years in order to be one year
To see the new neighbor, look now.
It will be visible with earth's tele-
scopes only about a hundred year*
longer, and then be hidden for 3,000
years, while It finishes one of its own
Japanese customs compels each per-
son to speak with great humbleness
of his own achievements.
The clever Japanese statesman,
Wakatsuki, who got everything for
Japan that he wanted, gave nothing
that he didn't want to give, writes
his government lamenting his "inade-
quate ability," calling his work "re-
grettably insufficient," and winding
up, "I am ashamed."
Interesting news from Russia. Stalin,
boss of Bolshevism, celebrates the
new commercial treaty with Britain
by ordering nine British automobiles,
costing from thirteen to fifteen thou-
sand dollars each.
When Stalin and other Russians
feel that a $15,000 car is necessary
that's II sign bigger than a man's
hand. It means that somebody la be-
ginning to enjoy wealth, and means
nothing good for Communism.
Robert Bridges, poet laureate of
England, dead at the age of eighty-
"I live on hope, and that, 1 think,
Who come into this world."
Hope is to the mind what bread is
to the body. All that come Into tills
world, work their way wearily
through the years and go out when
the work is done, "live on hope," and
die in hope, however faint.
All the powers, you are told, agree
that It is desirable "to humanize sub-
Very desirable, but how?
The young lady In the comic opera
sang1: "Shoot Him Gently, Oh, So
Gently," but you can't do that in war-
Submarine commanders send tor-
pedoes to blow up ships, or don't II
they do, it can't be "humane."
(®, 1910. by King Feature! Syndicate. Inc.)
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