The Worthington advance., 1900-12-14

N8ng 80lOne.89slfm m gong TO na0& On II
II kills me. Death is only little thing,
anyhow, compared to this slavery
When we hike away from here for the
islands next week, I'm going tos heave.
all I've got ,of the stun over the side.
Then it'll be me or the powder. I'll do
the best ] know. I'll be trying to win,s
anyhow. Much obliged to you, all the.
same If s {. III. ..6 III K
Bad job, breaking II on al Of 4.
sudden, told him. I Dangerous ats
that. Yet you're . pretty husky lock-
ing fellow. You may beat it. '5'
II was pretty skeptical about it, but
I didn't want to discourage him. Well,
the mudhook came up ten days later.
and away we went to Honolulu. We
started in the morning, I didn't SEQ
Kingsley until along toward night. He
looked pretty bad, too. I knew that
he was making the fight. I'd 5gts. i.
Kingsley'll be coming to me for
the stun tonight I thought. He's
been taking 30 or 40 grains q day, and
he won't be able to stand it. But I'll
be 4beached If it's found out that I've
given him a sixteenth of a grain. I'm
sorry for Kingsley, but wouldn't be
able to help him OUT I.
SWELL, Kingsley didn't come to me
until along toward two O'clock on the
following morning.
!. "'Just an Injection he whispered to
me, hoarsely. I'm going insane .@:s
Il couldn't, and told Kingsley so as
decently as could. It hurt me to turn
him down, but I couldn't take the
chance. He shuddered all over, and
staggered out of my little store room.
+, "Right for'ard of my store room was
the store room of Wang Woo, the skip
Iper's steward. Wang, of course, hit
the pipe. Most Cinnamon in the navy
do, in the midnight privacy of their
store rooms, but no official notice is
taken of that. It's looked upon as
part of the Chinaman's game. Well,
Kingsley stumbled into Wang Woo's
store room: Woo was cooking him.
self pill in. the dark. heard Kings
ley beg the Chink for little of the
gummy stuff, offering to give up a
months wages for it. Woo passed him
up, and Kingsley stumbled forward,
almost mad, as he had right to be.
He'd already have been insane had it
not been for his great natural strength.
AT nine o'clock that morning, the
hour for sick call, saw Kingsley
come down the after ladder, looking
frightful. His face was drawn to knot
from his sufferings. One of the gun
divisions was breaking out the after
magazines, the matches to which were
right at the foot of the after ladders.
The matches were wide open. Kings
ley, coming down the after ladder, saw
that they were open. But Wang Woo,
coming around from the ward room
at little lope, to answer the call Of
the skipper's messenger above, was
looking aloft through the main hatch
to see the messenger boy, and he didn't
see the open magazine matches. Well,
he had one foot already over one of the
matches, and was just about to plunge
to the bottom of the fixed ammunition
magazine, when the collar of his blouse
was gripped by the hand of . man
whose muscles were like iron. I mean
Kingsley. Kingsley raised Wang Woo
bodily to the ladder steps. Wang Woo
almost tainted when he saw the dam
ger he had been in, but he smiled bland
1y at Kingsley, and Kingsley followed
him into the Chinaman's store room.
"Why, of course, Cinnamon are CRATE
full. Kingsley didn't report himself
sick at all. He emerged from the Chi
naman's store room ten minutes later,
looking quite clipper, comparatively,
and his eyes were focused to pin points
until we got to Honolulu. Then Kings
ley went ashore, took an overdose with
all the deliberation in life, and was
found dead in bed at little hotel in
Waikiki, with suitable letters, telling
about his people, sealed and addressed
to the skipper, on the table beside him.
"A Chinaman'll always make good for
favors received" d."-Washington Star.