St. Landry clarion. (Opelousas, La.) 1890-1921, 1901-01-12

of Acapulco in his dreamy, dopey way
Ibis way, that is to say, when he was
off duty. Well, edged over to Kings
| ley. We were quite apart from the
rest ofthe men.
Bucko,' said /, in as kindly way
as / 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 game you
can't beat. Nobody can, beat it. can
reduce you gradually-eighth of a
grain day. Better Jet me take hold
of you.s It'll beson thequiet.'
! That's good of you, pal, replied
Kingsley, never taking his eyes away
from the horizon to look at me. I
won't forget it. But I've tried reduce
ing before. I'm going to make the
fight alone. I'm going to hang on If
it 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 to heave
all I've got of the stuff over the side.
Then it'll be me or the powder. I'll do
the bestI know. I'll be trying to win,
anyhow Much obliged to you all the
same
''sBad job, breaking it off all Of o
| sudden ] told him. Dangerous at
that. Yet you're a pretty husky look,
ing fellow. You may beat it,
II was pretty skeptical about it, but.
/ ] 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. / didn't see.
Kingsley until along toward night. He
looked pretty bad, too. knew that
he was making the fight.
" sKings1ey'n be coming to me for
the stuff tonight thought. He's
been taking 3o*or 40 grains day, and
he won't be able to stand it. But I'll
be beached if it's found out that I've
given him sixteenth of a grain. I'm
sorry for Kingsley, but I wouldn't be
able to help him OUT
s:Well, Kingsley didn't come to me
until along toward two o'clock on the
following morning.
"'Just an Injection he whispered to
me. hoarsely. Tn going insane
II couldn't, and I told Kingsley so as
decently as could. 1t hurt me to turn
him down, but couldn't take the
dschance. 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
.per's steward. Wang, of course, hit
the pipe Most Chinamenin the navy
do, in the midnight privacy of their
store rooms but no official notice is
4 taken of that. It's looked upon as
stpart of the Chinaman's game. Well,
Kingsley stumbled into Wang Woes
store room Woo was cooking him
self pill in the dark. heard Kings
,ey beg the Chink for a 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, I saw Kingsley
come down the after ladder, looking
| frightftl. 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.
4 The matches were wide open.s Kings
ley, coming down the after ladder, saw
/ that they were open. But Wang Woo,
coming around from the ward room
i at a little lope, to answer the call OF
i the skippe1,'s messenger above. was
Hooking 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. 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
ly 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 We're 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'H always make good for
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