Amador ledger., 1901-02-22

uOWeNeT, happened 10 De smoking
pipe at the gangway. Kingsley was
looking out over the beautiful harbor
Of Acapulco in his dreamy. dopy way
his way. that is to say. when he was
off duty. Well. edgej over to Kings
ley. We were quite Hpart from the
rest of the men.
'Bucko.' said / in as kindly a way
as l could felt sorry for Kingsley.
who was most obviously a gentleman
you want to cut it out. You do for a
fact. It'll nail you. It's a game you
can't beat. Nobody can beat it. I can
reduce you acknowledgement of grain
day. Better let me take hold of you
It'll be on the quiet
"'That's good of you, PAL replied
Kingsley, never taking his eyes away
from the horizon to look at me. 4 won't
forget 1t, but I've tried reducing be-
fore. am going to make the fight
alone. I'm going to hang on If it kills
me. Death is only little thing. any
how, compared to this slavery. When
we hike away from here for the islands
next week. I'm going to heave all I've
got of the stuff over the side Then
It'll be n" or the powder. I'll do the
best know. I'll be trying to win, any
how. Much obliged to you all the
same
Bad job breaking it off all of sud-
den.' l told him. Dangerous, at that.
Yet you're a pretty husky looking fell
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. 1 didn't see
Kingsley until along toward night. He
looked pretty bad too. 1 knew that he
was making the fight.
" 'Kingsley'll be coming to me for the
ruff tonight l thought. He's been
taking 80 or 40 grains day, and he
won't he able to stand it. But I'll be
beached if it's found out that I've CIV
en- him sixteenth of a grain. I'm sor-
~ for Kingsley, but 1 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
81 couldn't, and told Kingsley so as
decently as could. 1t hurt me to turn
him down, but l couldn't take the
chance. He shuddered all over and
staggered out of my little storeroom.
Tight 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 n
right to be. He'd already have been
insane had it not been for his great
natural strength.
? cat 9 o'clock that morning, the hour
of sick call, l saw Kingsley come down
the after ladder, looking frightful. His
face was drawn to a 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 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
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 a man whose muscles were
like iron. l 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
Chinaman's storeroom ten minutes lat
er looking quite clipper, comparative
ly. and hts eyes were focused to pin
points until we got to Honolulu. Then
Kingsley went ashore, took an over
dose with all the elaboration in life
and was found dead in bed at 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'll always make good for
favors received. "-Washington Star.