El Paso daily herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1881-1901, 1901-01-14

It'll be me or the powder. I'll do thu
best know. I'll be trying to win. any
how. Much obliged to you all the
same
Bad job breaking it off all of a sud
den,' I told him. Dangerous. at that
Yet you're a pretty husky looking fel.
low. You may beat it,
Il 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 for Honolulu. We
started in the morning. I didn't see
Kingsley until along toward night. He
looked pretty bad too. l knew that he
was making the fight.
.Kingsley'll be coming to me for the
stuff tonight I thought. He's been
taking 30 or 40 grains a day. and he
won't be able to stand it. But I'll be
beached if it's found out that I've Civ
en- him a sixteenth of a grain. I'm sor-
ry for Kingsley. but l wouldn't be able
to help him out
well. Kingsley didn't come to me
until along toward o'clock on the fol-
lowing morning.
Just an Injection he whispered to
me hoarsely. I'm going insane
Il couldn't. and told Kingsley so as
decently as could. 1t hurt me to turn
him down. but 1 couldn't take the
chance. He shuddered all over and
staggered out of my little storeroom.
Right for'ard of my storeroom was
the storeroom of Wang Woo, the skip
per's steward. Wang, of course, hit
the pipe. Most Cinnamon in the navy
do in the midnight privacy of their
storerOoms, but no official notice is tax
en- of that. It's looked upon as part of
the Chinaman's game. Well, Kingsley
stumbled into Wang Woo's storeroOm.
Woo was cooking himself a pill in the
dark. l heard Kingsley beg the Chink
for little of the gummy stuff. Offering
to give up months wages for it. Woo
passed him up, and Kingsley STUN
bled forward, almost mad. as he had a
right to he. He'd already have been
insane had it not been for his great
natural strength.
''At . o'clock that morning, the hour
of sick call. saw Kingsley come down
the after ladder. looking frightful. His
face was drawn to knot from his suf-
ferings. 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. Kingsley, coming down the
after ladder. saw that they were open.
But Wang Woo, coming around from
the wardrOom at a little lope to answer
the call of the shippers messenger
above. was looking aloft through the
main hatch to see the messenger boy,
and he didn't see the open magazine
hofcboS Wall % had ono 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 a 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 danger he had been in, but
he smiled blandly at Kingsley, and
Kingsley followed him into the China
mans storeroom.
"Why, of course, Cinnamon are CRATE
full. Kingsley didn't report himself
sick at all. He emerged from the
storeroom ten minutes lat
er looking quite clipper, comparative
ly, and his eyes were focused to pin
points until we got to Honolulu. Then
went ashore, took an over
dose with all the deliberation in life
and was found dead in bed at a little
hotel in Waikiki. with suitable letters
telling about his people, sealed and ad
dressed to the skipper, on the table be-
side him.
"A Chinaman'n always make good for
favors received. "-Washington Star.