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CARKOLLTON CHRONICLE
Vhe Marked Man
cA Romance of the Great Lakes *
By KARL W. DETZER
I W. N. U. S«m«
Copyright by The Bobbs-Mcrrill Co.
CHAPTER XIII—Continued
—14—
Norman dragged McCarthy past the
threatening flywheel and stowed him
forward under the low deck, brae-
log him down with . ets nod a cork belt
At the stern he lifted the trap and
staggered out again Into the sightless
Immensities of the night.
It was hideous this time. A mo
ment Norman faltered. Then lie
slammed down the trap. A brazen
sea slapped his face. The tiller,
yanking at Its lines under foot,
banged against Ills left ankle. He re-
leased the lines and gripped the oak
bur between h' heels. The boat
gladly uns,vere<l the push of Its pro-
peller. Norman, clinging to the hand
rail, felt the water as It swept over
him. tearing the sou’wester from his
aching head.
When he opened Ills eyes, Ills fa
ther’8 craft was rising high on the
top of another roller. The horizon
lay hluck on all sides. What did that
mean? What could it mean? One
thing, one only. Fog!
“What’s a hit of thick weather?’
he asked himself groggily. “What’s
a bit of thick weather to an Erick
8on ?”
It had become bitterly cold. The
night was far along. llow many
hours had he worked on that blasted
motor? Two anyway, or perhaps
three. Daylight must be near. Hut
how far had lie drifted? Was the
shore a mil' ahead, or ten allies?
Was It sand or reefs?
Eh? What was that?
Ue heard a sound down the squall
lng wind, an infinitesimal sound, fat
away. Wind? No. not wind. It came
too steadily, a distant and Indistinct
snore. Battle Ax fog signal? Blind
Man’s Eye? No, too long n note for
either o! them. He heard It uguin.
A vessel I That’s what it was! A
vessel . . one •ong, unbroken
suppliant blast.
“Distress!" Norrnun told himself;
he squaiied low against the cabin
“Vessel in distress. Continuous
blast.”
His tired eyes picked through the
darkness. The night laughed. It
slapped a million new winds, hooted,
roweled winds down upon him A
faint luminance shone above Hie port
bow. M was day. The horizon ran
backward, halted at two hundred
yards, and held fast.
Five minutes blew past. Then n
blur of dark solidity broke out ot
the watery walls. He could make
nothing of It for a moment. Shape
less, high a bulky Immensity, It
* "moved with a slow even motion. Then
from one side an iron propeller took
ouupe.
It was the stern of a freighter
Gradually, us she came nearer, her
bow heaved into view, low In the wa
ter, with breakers smashing across the
pilot house, flooding the observation
An ore carrier, she proved to lie, ot
old build and eight or ten hatches:
linking, sinking by the bow.
The storm pusiied her toward Nor
man. His eyes strained. The mist>
forms of five men clung to the tuff
rail. Forward of the coal bunkers,
hanging to a line, tie made out oth-
ers. He saw empty davits swinging
like supplicating arms above Hie deck-
houses. Empty. Their lifeboats bad
been lost, then . . . smashed, no
doubt.
Little smoke showed from the fun
nel of the water-logged vessel. Fires
were dyin0 evidently. Norman
strained his eyes for the name of the
wreck.
He made It out at last The Ad
iniral Burkett of Duluth. She wul
lowed like a toy. Norman pitied liet
there in that malignant water. His
own boat *7ns getting nowhere. South
west or east, which was lie headed?
Once more the fog parted. Nor-
man squinted his eyes. He did not
believe what he saw at first. Straight
ahead, not* three miles, loomed tiie
dunes of the Micldgan const. At the
same time, through the murky half
lights of early morning, a greni red
glow hurst forth upon the beach
A Coston signal.
Life-savers . . . coast guards-
men! They had heard the Admiral
Burkett’s distress call.
The men on the freighter waved
their arms. The flare was u warning
to their cuptain. It told him that he
was near shore. It might mean rocks
ahead und the loss of his vessel. It
might mean sate rescue, or perhaps
wet death. With his propeller high
above the water and boiler tires out.
•he whs helpless.
Six men, clawing along a lifeline on
the Burkett’s deck, teetered through
sens to the flooded chalu locker un
der the texas. They tumbled from
night, and immediately afterward a
bow anchor dropped It slipped low
«r and lower Into the water, dragging
Its chain down through the hawse
hole.
The captain of the Burket! had let
,go the anchor to keep from dragging
ashore. The iron found bottom
Would she bold?
Norman brought his boat Into the
wind for the third time. Again he
•remembered tiie doctor. It hud been
•hours since he had heard a sound
from him. McCarthy might be
dead. . . .
His own plight bad become a thing
apart from him. His own life and
dustafs boat were Insignificant
Scared? Sure, he was scaredl Who
wouldn’t be? He remembered what
Delong had said. Those men on the
freighter, were they scared, too? of
course they were!
The ore currier snapped at her
anchor. Fighting agulnst It, she
backed shoreward.
Now she held. She thumped down
on the rocky ledge and stood Uriii a
moment. Then u lumpy roller lifted
her and tiirushed hei mercilessly.
The men on the deck threw up their
hands. Norman fancied that lie heard
them cry out ull together. They slid,
slipped, scrambled. The freighter
poised for one brave moment. Then,
with a slow weary gesture, she rolled
upon her port side. A wave smacked
over her, und (lie funnel, still curry-
ing a wisp of smoke, tumbled end
for-end, und pitched into Hie froth of
waters.
Norman kicked over the tiller. He’d
better watch Ids own going If lie
wanted ever to see home again.
Home? He tasted Hie word bitterly.
Where was it? What was it? To
whom was he going home? To old
Gusiaf? No. A chilly grief spread
through hif heart. He clinked it
away. There was no time for re
grets. Again he dodged The reef. No
chance of crossing it. Must go around
it. As lie slid into n trougi., mount-
ed the next wave, und glanced shore-
ward. lie cried out ami gripped tight
against the cabin.
Blind Mail’s Eye! Stiff, unyielding,
unmindful of wind and water. <t poked
up its head half a mile to the south
west along Hie coast. At Hie same
instant a steamy grumble pressed out-
ward against the wind. Two short,
one long, two short. . . .
Norman’s feet steadied on the tiller.
Tiie husky voice of Blind Man’s Eye
called uproariously to him. It wel-
comed him home!
Between the wash and the tower,
like grasshoppers on tiie sand, a coast
guard crew made ready their gun
So it was one of Parish's men who
burned the t’oston l They would send
a shot line across Hie wreck r,f the
Admiral Burkett, haul out tho hawser
carrying Hie breeches buoy und take
In her men.
Relief, like n soft warm breeze,
floated through Norman’s spirit. Re-
lief! They were safe, those sailors.
New he need only get his own boat
ashore.
A chill wave slapped down upon
him. Shoot a line? Shoot a line out
to Blind Man’s Teeth? They couldn't
do that. He turned cold, sick, (’up
tain Parish had said so himself.
Well, they were trying It, anyhow.
On shore tiie brass gun exploded
Its projectile broke through the mist.
Tiie shot line uncoiled, spun Into the
air after it. Too short. A second
and a Ihir. time the line sagged Into
Hie water. Short Too much wind
Too much weather.
Minutes, half hours were passing.
Ashore tiie surfmen stood Idly. Nor
man guessed that they were debuting
among themselves, debating whether
they dared launch their boat. He
thought with a quickening heart ol
He Heard It Again. A Vessel I That’s
What It Wasl A Vessel.
the only other time that Parish's boat
laid put out since be came to the
point He had made u poor figure
Hint night, remaining ashore. And
tonight, at home, lay Cut-eye Me-
Coogun's letter.
A madness seized him. Afruld?
Scart? Coward? He’d never really
tested himself. If Parish's crew
wouldn't uttempt this, why shouldn't
lie do it for them? Why not?
Hr could try it. But lie must burry
Hours the vessel bad wallowed.
He pointed (lUHtaf's bout toward the
steamer. Breakers. white-headed,
white-bearded, like giants Incredibly
old and unbelievably powerful, pom
meled Hie side. But the ntotoi
chugged unexcltedly. Norman's feei
worked nimbly along the tiller. Me
glanced shoreward once. The surfmen
stood close together In a tight group
They saw Idin, undoubtedly. They
were staying ashore while he tried
No power-boat could make It out
through that mrf against the wind
It was up to him. Parish had failed
Would he fall, too?
He Worked his bow closer under
the lee' of the wreck. Twenty yards
away the deck tipped now. A sailor
[coiled rope on Ills arm crawled
He flung down Hie rope.
the lee ot t
awuy the dt
with ajcoilei
to thejrail.
ft snapped directly over Norman’s
head, untniled In the wiud, whipped
down He caught It loosely under
his arm.
Norman took a full breath and with
the line still under his urm, set one
foot on the wet coaming alongside the
cabin. Cautiously, gripping the band
rail, doused deep under mountainous
waves, lie crawled to the bow of bis
boat.
He mnd< the line fast to the post.
“Come on!" he howled, and tiie wind
ate up Ills voice.
Fresh blasts ripped out of the north.
The fish boat drew away from the
freighter until the thin line snapped
tight. Norman glanced overside. A
dark shape was rolling toward him
on the crest of a gray wave. A man?
No, a dog. The ship's dog! He
reached out fils arm One moment
he drew buck his hand. Again he
leaned out, strained toward Hie uni
maI. It was u big dog. a good swim-
mer. Ills lingers gripped tiie hair,
then a strong metal collar.
“Jump," he cried. “Jump!"
A wave leaped high over the coam-
ing and flung the wet dog groveling at
his feet. He looked up quickly ut
t lie deck above.
"Come on, men. hurry t" he bowled
again.
A pair ol boots protruded over tlie
higher, rail. They slid, jerking along
the life line from tiie steamer deck
A bulky body followed. Norman
dragged trie fellm. to Ids knees,
opened tiie forworn batch and flung
in Hie seaman, lie threw Hie dog
in. too, 'W. re lie siappeu shut the
cover. A second pair of boots kicked
out ot the fog. Again the hatch
opened and shut witli a bang. This
time water poured Into tiie cabin.
Norman thought of the wiring, ot the
stout-hearted engine doing its host
Without tiie engine. If Hie wiring be-
came wet. that thin little l.ne would
purt In a second. Without tiie engine
there was no hope.
A third man glided tiie rope, hand
over hand; a fourth; a fifth. The
mist slit open and Norman peered
up through wot lashes, with aching
tormented eyes. Five more heads
bohbed Into sight. Farther aft, an-
other paying him no attention, stood
immovably by Hie rail, watching this
hazardous rescue, tnk'ng no part in it.
Six more to make the trip. That
Inst one . . . that was the cap
tain, it flashed over Norman, a cap
tain loath to leave his command
What difference to Hie captain If she
were only a tramp vessel, what dif
ference If her very heart were torn
out already? His own, his own com-
mand! Norman remembered his fa-
ther, who awn in alone from the wreck
of his schooner on Mustache shoal.
If would he hard to bring tiie captain
down A sixth man slid, a seventh.
The eighth. Hie ninth . .
“Where are the rest?" Norman
screamed.
"Four washed overboard in the dark
frying to launch tiie lifeboats.” the
tenth sailor answered. His great voice
was hoarse and blustery. “The old
man’s there yet . . don’t think
he'll come." He Jnhbed a glove to
ward Hie broken ore carrier.
Tiie captain had raised one font
toward Hie rail. Norman saw his
face for a troubled second Old. lie
appeared, with rod whiskers. A sea
broke across the deck. Before It
came, tiie olllcer had drawn hack his
foot. Deliberately, coolly as a man
ui liis own fireside, lie braced his
body while he fumbled in Ids pocket,
opened a clasp knife and slashed the
rope. He watched the fish boat ride
safely away. He waved once and dis-
appeared behind tiie rail.
He was not seen again. Such was
his code.
CHAPTER XIV
Home
Norpian slapped shut the v.ihin
trap. Ashore men were running. Nor-
man drove tiie how deliberately and
desperately against the high spitting
wash of the beach, lie was risking
his father’s boat. But why not?
Whose boat was she now, Gustaf’s
or Ills? She was 1 great little boat,
wasn’t she? Well built. Brave. De
pendable. Handle her properly, what
wouldn't she do? What hadn’t she
done for Gustaf? For Gustnf? Ah.
lint site was his son’s boat now She
would do as much for him. Ten sail
ors ... ten sailors and Doctor
McCarthy depended on him. He drove
Hie boat cruelly.
A boat could be mended.
Forty yards from the bench Nor
man made out tiie forms of men
running with a line into the surf
He screwed togethei his eyes that
were blue as Ills father’s ad been
He watched Captain Stocking, bis fat
red face twisted Into astounding con
tours, his mouth like a cavern.
He watched James Delong, bare
headed, hauling with the surfmen.
lie watched Sue Stocking thrash In
to Hie waves with the men, and Julie
Rlcliuud, up to her knees In water,
lists to her cheeks, Immovable as the
light tower Itself, staring straight ui
him In an ecstney of terror.
So Julie bad come? Come to pn>
a Sunday visit In spite of wlint Cap
tain Stocking had said? lie would
convince her this Hn.e. Make her stay!
The Ashing boat flung atop the Iasi
of the breakers. It scraped against
bottom with an Impact that threat
ened to tear Norman’s bead from tils
shoulders and his heart from bis
chest.
Traps to the cabin slapped off. The
sailors from the Admiral Burkett
tumbled up to the deck In agonized
attitudes of horror, hurt and dismay
The dog leaped out first among them.
He plunged overboard and started
swimming to shore Just cs Parish
staggered through the side of a tipsy
wave. Th» captain flung the line from
Ids shoulders. It iandfd with a thud
on the deck. A sailor grabbed It and
made It fast to a cleat
“Wad'* in!" Norman shouted to Mc-
Carthy.
Norman, watching him go, felt the
boat tip under foot. An unsuspected
roller struck him from behind und
wrenching loose uis grip, swept him
overboard. The wet line streaked
above him. He grasped it. tugged,
swallowed sand and water, beard an
enormous roaring us of Innumerable
Held pieces, breathed air once more,
und was dragged to land.
It was Julie who was talking In
Ids ear, saying sweet, silly tilings.
Why was lie so tired? Why wan Julie
here? lie opened Ills eyes. Why %*as
James Delong toting him on bis
back?
They reuched the lighthouse.
"I'll call you. Julie," Delong said
“Just a minute . . . want to rub
him down."
“Here’s a sailor ... he has a
broken arm," that was Sue’s voice.
“And, father, Norman brought in ten
men!"
“And a dog,” Captain Stocking
added.
"A dog?" Sue cried.
Nortnuu relaxed. A dog? What of
It?
“Whose dog?" Sue demanded.
“Ship’s dog," Samuel Stocking an
swered.
Norman shook tils head.
“No.” he contradicted “That ship’s*
broken up. It’s my dog now."
Delong's fingers fell like Iron
pinching the flesh on his back.
“That’s enough.” the lawyer cried,
“hove you in bod in a minute. Here,
lake some of this . . . warm you
up."
It burned his throat, whatever It
was. Languidly lie rinsed Ids eyes.
Outside the wind hooted Norman
heard it peacefully. Wind? It rocked
a fellow to sleep, that wind. And
he used to fear it? No lie couldn’t
have feared wind, lie loved It, just
as ids father did
“I’m coming in !*’
Julie’s voice. Her eager, warm lit
He voice! Norman sat up feebly. He
remembered at last. Today was Sun
day. tiie equinnxial. The keeper had
not wanted visitors.
“Julie," he wldspered, "Julie, come
here a minute."
She came with a rush. But why
was she crying? What was there to
cry about? Or was that just Julie’s
way? Cry . . . why, she would
cry or laugh, one of the two. every
ten minutes, or else she’d die. That
was all right. Wasn't lie half
Frenclde himself? He patted tier
hand.
“Give me my host suit," he hade
in a husky whisper, “in that closet
there. My uniform. That’s It. Thanks.
An 1 Julie, when I come out I want
to tell you something."
He fumbled Into his clothes. No
time to he In bed. on Sunday, with
Julie Rlelinud visiting the light, lie
walked unsteadily into Hie kitchen
Doctor McCarthy sat by the stove.
Ids fat face hlue-wldte.
"1 can't thank yt u all at once.
Erickson."
Norman grinned. •‘That’s nothing.”
“Here's coffee, Norman,” Julie said
“Thanks," he answered.
Tears again wet tier eyes.
“No call for crying.” lie said awk-
wardly.
“Not cry for gl.idness?"
"Let her cry!” boomed McCarthy.
Norman squeezed her hand and
with exploring feet sough* Hie kitchen
door. He must get outside for a min
ute, must feel the wind again, let It
clear his head Most of all. lie must
see the radiant white tower of Blind
Man’s Eye.
He walked slowly around the house,
breathing deeply. Midway to the
tower Samuel Slocking. Ids daughter
und James Delong were trumping to
ward him. The men lifted their feel
heavily, like pack horses. Sue walked
liet ween them with her chin high. Hei
face was happy. Queer, Him she
should look so happy. Queer? Why.
no I Wasn’t he happy himself) He
was returned to land. But not us a
fugitive— He had not fled Hie sea
Land and gray sea. lie loved both of
them He feared neither. It was a
dream that lie ever had feared, a
dream melting with Hie soft insipid
fog. Land and gray sea, both were
beneficent to him.
.The floor was wet, tiie carpet sog
gy In the parlor. Captain Stocking
sunk into ids rocking chair ami
stretched out his short legs. Julie
opened the door from the kitchen.
She came in composedly.
"Good riddance!” the captain said,
gulping. "Good riddance, by Skillu
gallee!"
“Riddance?" Norman asked.
“Your friend Baker," Delong an
swered.
Sue broke In gravely.
“He refused to rescue you."
"He bucked out!" Captain Storking
shouted. Turlsli got Ids eyes opened
Kau Idin ucross the dunes soon us you
was ull ashore. Goin' to drown him
ten fall mm deep. Such language, and
ui Ids age My, oh, uiy I"
Noruian listened with Inattention
He heard what Hie keeper said.^ hid
Ids gaze flitted to Julies round
flushed face. Her ‘duck eyes were
nearer purple uow. lie regarded
them with a growing sense ot pence.
He was not interested In Ed Baker
any more. Strange, but tie was uot.
Many other tilings seemed much more
important to him.
"My boat?" be asked.
"High and dry, lad, high and dry.
Skinned up a little. We drug It In.
all heavin’ together.
Norman swallowed. An old worry
came back to disturb his present ease.
“I'vt a summons," be confessed,
"somebody complained to Inspector
McGoogan. . ."
"Cat-eyo McGoogan?" Captain Stock
lng snapped Ids Angers. “That snoop-
in' alligator! I've writ him!"
"About me?" asked Norman.
Sue Stocking broke In quickly.
"Did you have a letter from bead-
quarters. Norman, and not tell us?*
Norman nodded.
Captain Stocking gulped.
"Ye did? Will, I bud one, too,
Erickson. And I answered It. 'Ccn*
duct unbecomln' the service!' Joslah
Parish will write McGoogan now I
guess, and Doc McCarthy. Don’t you
need to worry none 1" He mopped
Ids face. “You young uns have took
all the tucker out of me tills day for
sure. Too many things at once!” lie
looked accusingly at Ids daughter.
"Why couldn't you of waited?"
"Waited for what?" Norman de
mnnded.
Sue Stocking smiled. Delong arose
and walked toward her.
"You see. Norman, old shipmate,"
she explained, “I’ve decided, Jimmy
Cry—Why, She Would Cry or Laugh,
One of the Two, Every Ten Minutes,
or Else She’d Die.
and I have, to go back inland to live.
When? Why, Jimmy, just when do
we go back?"
James Delong gripped her hand af-
fectionately.
“Tomorrow or the next day at lat-
est. As soon as we all get dried out
and can bring tiie missioner down.
We’re going to be married here,
Erickson, in the light bouse by a mis-
sioner!’
“Well?" Sue asked In tiie silence
that followed. “Aren’t you congrat-
ulating us?"
Norman glanced at Julie Richaud.
Her black eyes were large und full
of light, her cheeks flaming under
tier wet hair. She sat very compos-
edly in the lighthouse parlor, as if
she had lived there always. Sue urose
briskly.
“Come, Jimmy, these people need
something to eaL I don’t know what
they’ll do after I’m gone. Norman
isn't much ot a housekeeper. How
will you manage, you and dad? How
will you ever keep shipshape?”
“Never mind. Sue," Norman said,
*1 guess Julie can tend to that."
“Julie?" Captain Stocking swung
around.
"Yes," she agreed, looking straight
at Norman. A great contentment
shone on his face. Her own glowed
and responded to IL "Yes," she
agreed. “I'll keep It shipshape.'*
“My, oli my!” the keeper puffed out
of the room.
Norman lifted Julie hlimlly from
the chair. *Rlie allowed tier hands to
remain in his. They were trembling
u little.
“Julie?"
“Yes, Norman."
“You'll he happy at the lighthouse?”
“Didn't you hear me tell them?
What matter the light, Norman, or
the farm, or water, or anything, so
long ns we are together? It's yours
und mine, isn't It? Land and sea,
hoth of ihem. Yours and mine. Blim*
Mans Eye will be out home."
The door hurst open Samuel Stock
trig halted halfway through it. stured.
exclaimed, popped out again. He
blundered Into Hie kitchen, saw Hie
couple there, und escaped a second
time.
“My, oh. my!” be met Doctor Mc-
Carthy in Hie ball. “Such a day!
Such a day! And they ain’t a stmt on
the reser^Tilon a fool old man cun go
without settin’ foot where be uin’t re-
-q ul red."
The doctor glanced at the two closed
doors.
“A tine girl, Sue,” he remarked.
"Aye, und u tine boy 1 got. And
my other girl, Julie, sties flue too.
was you to ask me. Let’s go smoke.
Doctor. They'a n bench in the slgnul
house. My, oh my!"
He stamped down Hie hall. The
fog signal hooted . two short,
one long . . It died out, ueeding
steam. Norman heard It undisturbed
Never mind. Hie keeper would tend
It tills time. He touched Julie's
fragrant black hair.
••I love the water, Julie," he wills
pered.
••Nothing else, Norman?"
- . . the water and you.
Leaning down, be wiped her eyes
gently. After all. she was only a lit
tie girl.
|THE END)
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blood, Stops the Chills and
fortifies the system against
Malaria and Chills. 60c.
Bilious
Bilious, constipated? Take N?
NATURE’S REMEDY—tonight
—the mild, safe, all-vegetable
laxative. You'll feel fine In
the morning. Promptly and
pleasantly rida the system
ot the bowel poiaons that ' TO MORROW
Muse headaches-26c. f ALRIGHT
For Sale at All Druggists
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/tonight
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Martin, W. L. The Carrollton Chronicle (Carrollton, Tex.), Vol. 25, No. 11, Ed. 1 Friday, February 1, 1929, newspaper, February 1, 1929; (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth728852/m1/3/: accessed July 16, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Carrollton Public Library.