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The age-herald., 1902-02-15

Those amongst us who do not remember still the appalling anxiety regarding the attitude of European powers at the out set of the war were either uninformed or are afflicted with deplorably poor mem- ory.
 Even after the fall of Santiago, and later still, 1t looked as if France would along fought us in the cabinets of Eu- rope, and France as an active foe in arms meant Russia in that Identical relation. Germany, whose ruling classes bitterly hate us because of commercialism, would have joined the ill-assorted pair, the au- tocratic Republic" of France and the Empire of Russia, and then for us the devil would have been to pay and no pitch hat.
 These three military giants of the first rank had no fear whatever of the United States as a military pigmy of the seventh rank; but they did have an overwhelming fear of England. They could not have seriously invaded our country for every American with even shotgun is re- sourceful soldier of noblest valor; but they would have swept us from the seas as a broken winged gull is driven before a storm; would have destroyed our then practically defenseless seaport cities; and would have taken possession of South America, and would have cast the Mon roe Doctrine into their wastebasket.
 Still we siobber over our dear Sister sepublic' and "ancient ally France and our almost equally "ancient ally" Rus
The Savannah morning news., 1902-08-17

THE marshal would rearrest me-"
There's no way out of this blasted
country"
Government launch suggested
Henry Il can run it. Take train at
the junction. The marshal won't know
The white squaw's waiting"
Stanton stopped kicking the bed and
sprang to his feet
Where's my hat? Do you think we
can do it, Eenry?"
PAY no attention to people," advised
Henry as he opened the door to the
second room through which they would
reach the hall. Nobody knows you"
1t was this fact that enabled Stanton
to reach the dock. In front of the post
office, at the far end of the street, they
could see the marshal, the center of a
knot of men. He was telling again how
he had taken that smart Aleck" pris-
oner.
Miss Bates gave low cry that was
half sob, as she saw them. Regard
less of Henry, Stanton took her in his
arms and kissed her.
"Will you do this for me, Miriam?
We are sure to find a minister on the
train, and if not we can be married in
St Paul"
20, hurry up" she begged 1--WE have
only twenty minutes. l thought you
would never come. Can you do it, Hen
ry?"
Henry did not answer in words. but
the boat shot out from the dock with
out the shrill scream with which it al
ways announced it's arrival and depar-
| ture. Even as they steamed away they
could hear the whistle of the western
train at the crossing. five miles below
The junction was just beyond the viii
lage, around the bay. The wind was
against them, but Henry fought his
way with a recklessness that made
Miss Bates hide her face on Stantons
arm as the waves dashed over the
boat.
The train whistled at the village.
Four minutes and it would be at the
junction. The twinkling of lights SEEM
ed very far away
You will never make it," exclaimed
Stanton.
Il will make it," gasped Henry
And. he did. Just as the train slowed
up at the junction the launch grated
on the sand.
Come, dear, hurry" Stanton lifted
Miss Bates to the shore.
I'm a minute. Goodby Henry. We
can't thank you" Her voice broke, and
running her fingers caressingly over
| his shoulder she let Stanton lead her
! into the brilliantly lighted train.
Another whistle, that sounded a de-
flance to the marshal still telling his
story-to the new arrivals now-and the
train rolled away, leaving He@-y
standing straight and still beside the
launch. He did not move until the last
glimmer of light vanished down the
track. When he turned to jump into
the boat. for the first time in his rife
he knew what physical weakness
meant, and he climbed YEARLY in. TO
go back to the agency alone"
The Savannah morning news., 1902-08-17
THE WRECK OF
THE MY LOVE.
Her Strange Fate on the Labrador Coast and the
Uniqnc Conspiracy That Ended Her Career.
BY NORMAN DUNCAN.

When Skipper Tom Black had OBJ
tanned the command of the schooner
My Love, bound north from Rudy
Cove-which is on the east coast of
Newfoundland-to the Labrador, to
trade for fish and oil. his friend, the
shifty-eyed stranger. left the harbor
by the first craft sailing south, though
the My Love still had to be refitted
and loaded with merchandise. At the
time no significance was attached 10
this sudden departure. Nor, at the
time did the men of Rudy Cove think
it extraordinary that Skipper Tom
should develop a strong fancy for the
companioship of the young supercar-
go, late O. nights, in such places as
where they might talk without inter-
ruption. More over. such was the
shippers reputation it was but to be
expected that his cook and crew of
two should be chosen from among the
reckless spirit ashore-good sailors all,
but men of careless habits of thought
and conduct, or of weak will.
Skipper Tom Black said old man
Topsail, with a shake of his head,
some days before the My Love set
sail, "'tis queer crew you've picked"
Maybe" said Skipper Tom, winking
broadly, She'll go to her wreck"
The supercargo, who of late had
found some difficulty in looking honest
men in the eyes. stood near. He
burst into a loud, harsh laugh, in
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in Jail You'll have to come with
me-"
Where tor" Stanton was trying TO
think out. He remembered now he
had read that selling whiskey TO the
Indians was punishable with fine and
Imprisonment and he had also read
that the Indians not infrequently play
ed upon the ignorance of visitors and
thereby secured whiskey. witness fees
and mileage to the United States court,
wherever the case was tried.
The lookup" said the marshal, abb
ruptly. Come along"
Then Stanton rose and looked up at
the marshal from his hight of five
feet and eight inches.
DO you know who 1 am? Lieuten-
ant John Stanton, United States vol
unteers. I am going to marry Miss
Bates at the agency this afternoon. 3"
Henry looked past him out over the
lake and the corners of his mouth
twitched, "and 1 will thank you to
send me over at once. 1 am in a
hurry"
You needn't be-" dryly. You've
plenty of time. You're my prisoner!"
Stanton's face was very white and
his eyes flashed fire as he said in a
voice that trembled with anger. IF you
don't take me I'll go myself"
DclOlt lie COulu ItdCt Tire CdilOC Inc
Indians caught him at a signal from
the marshal. He struggled violently,
but he was one against dozen.
You might as well come peaceably,"
suggested the marshal.
Il tell you Miss Bates is waiting"
Unfortunately the marshal had been
Tilted not three days before by the girl
of his choice and his interest in matri-
monial affairs was small.
That can't interfere with justice, :"
he said. shortly. Take him to the no.
tel, boys
over at the agency Miss Bates was
packing her trunk and singing softly to
herself as she stopped every few min
utes to look at the fringe of pines
across the bay. She reused herself
with a happy smile and folded another
gown, only to fall into another day
dream that curved her lips and sent a
new light into her eyes. An exclama-
ton of dismay in the next room was
followed by the entrance of Miss
Greene, the sewing teacher.
20, Miss Bates" she began, breath
lessly. tits too awful
Miss Bates dropped her pretty gown
and rose to her feet.
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Dor to harbor, seeking trade where it
was most likely to be found, he grew
firm in the impression that some plan
was afoot in which he was not con-
cerned-some wicked plan in which
they dared not let him have a part.
He was uneasy; he wished that he had
staid at home to fish from his father s
punt.
One night when the vessel lay at
anchor in Rocky .Harbor. Skipper Tom
and Ben Roth, the supercargo came
aboard late and went together to the
after cabin. Mark crept along the
deck to the companionway, and there
lay still, listening intently. The crew
were sound asleep in ntheir ham
mocks in the forecastle.
Put him a Shore" Mark heard the
skipper growl.
"'Twould be too suspicious" Roth
replied. He'd back to Rudy Cove
somehow, and he'd tell a tale there
that might land us in the Jail at st.
Johns. We can't afford to have talk"
He mustn't be hurt" the skipper
muttered.
mo" Roth exclaimed. I'll have no
hand in that"
Nor IT, said the skipper. Then, af-
ter a pause: He's a bad boy. Sure,
there's not worse boy in Rudy Cove.
Do you think"
Hes got a bad name" said the
supercargo, "but l don't think he's a
bad boy. He
"A bad names enough for me-" the
skipper interrupted. THE ones same
as t'other. 1 had my eye on that boy
before 1 shipped Bill for cook. He'll
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which merriment was conspicuously
lacking
Sure. and perhaps she WILL" he
cried, who knows that the My Love
won't be wrecked this voyage?"
Old man Topsail remembered the
words and the laugh.
The My Love was fourteen hours
out from Ruddy Cove, with a fair
wind blowing, when Mark Trimlet, a
stowaway, disclosed himself 1t was
then evening. The schooner was for
on her course-far beyond the point
where her owners would have excused
a return to the Cove to land the boy
John Arnot, of the firm of Arnot &,
Co, traders, was not the man to over
look aheer waste of time.
Skipper Tom knew this, and Mark
Trimlet knew it, when they met face
to face on the after deck. Mark had
heard boisterous laughter in the fore
castle when the skipper was at sup
per. He had made haste to take adj
vantage of this period of good humor
in which to brave the inevitable. To
be sure, he was not prepared for the
reception he got, for this man had
given him many a jolly word in pass
ing, ashore.
Skipper Tom stopped dead His eyes,
small and shot with red, opened wide
and flared
Mark. by" said he, his voice charg-
ed with ironical pleasantly, what be
you doing aboard the My Love? Does
you not know that I'm skipper of this
craft?"
Sure, Skipper Tom" Mark answer
ed. with a quick smile. IT slowed
away"
The skipper drew down his thick eye
brows until they almost hid his eyes.
1t was a black scowl, full of the light
of evil intention. The boy covered be-
tore it.
Now, did you. b'y?" Said Tom,
sweetly. 'Tis kind of you. And why
did you stow away?"
"Twas yourself that told me you
might take me aboard the My Love"
Twas when l thought l might make
use O you; but 1 changed my mind.
And where do you think you be go
ing?"
1.-THE My Loves bound for the Lab
rador." said Mark. IFS a coast I've
never seen
Such was his rage that Skipper
Toms great body fairly quivered. His
voice, however, when he spoke again,
was soft as a lovers whisper.
THE My Love, by he said slowly,
Is DouHQ lot Vn6 DOILO1I. mat, my
by, is where you will strike land, if 1
have to heave you over the side to
send you there"
Skipper Tom reached for a Delaying
pin. Mark started back in terror The
supercargo, who had been standing
near, stepped forward and caught the
shippers arm.
He's in the way" Tom protested
angrily.
None o. that" said the supercargo
You shan't hurt the boy. 'Tis bad
enough now. Wen be caught if you're
not careful. We can get clear O. the
boy later. Mark" turning to the lad
Get for'ard. and keep out o the way"
Mark fell easily into the routine of
work aboard the My Love. He had
known the schooner from the day her
keel was put down in old John Arnots
little shlpyard at Rudy Cove The Cove
harbors but 500 souls; So as matter
or course, he was on familiar terms
with the cook and the two hands. II
was plain, however, that he was not
welcome. AS the ship went from har-
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join. Wen take him in-give him a
share-say hundred. Thatll close his
mouth
Tell him all?"
"Sure-tell him all. He's a bad boy,
say. Everybody says so. He'll join.
Leave him to me. I'll speak when we
get the fish ashore"
And if
wait till the time comes,'' said the
skipper, sharply.
1t was far into the night before
Mark Trimlet fell asleep. He had not
thought that he could fall into misery
so deep. He was not a bad boy-not
a vicious boy. But he was a careless
fellow, with spirits so high that many
a time they had leaped the bounds of
good behavior. He pranks had been
many and Wild his indiscretions many;
all done through thoughtlessness. He
had made mistakes which had brought
bitterness to him. 1t was a mistake to
run away-a sad mistake to go away
without kissing his mother, though it
was but for month, and his brother
Hugh would tell her where he had
gone. But he had not meant to be
wicked.
"A bad name." he said to himself
Sure, it's bad one, indeed, / must
have. They think because I've a bad
name III do some wicked things with
them. Skipper Tom thinks so. Ben
Roth thinks so. But I'll not do a wick
ed thing-no matter what 'tis-no mat
ter what they do. I'm not bad.
never meant to be bad. A bad name!
I'll change it; sure, 1 will. I'll get my
good name back. I'll not have folk
think I'll do anything they want just
because I've bad name. Twill De
a good one after this. Therell not be
a better name in Ruddy Cove!"
.
For two weeks after that night the
My Love traded in the harbors OF
Labrador At last, her merchandise
was all exchanged for dried fish and
seal oil and the livers of cod Flour
and salt, pork, nails, homespun, sugar,
molasses, spinning wheels, lanterns,
needles. axes. feathers and ribbons,
and ALL the rest of it were disposed of.
The hold was filled to the matches with
fish, packed away like cordwood; and
the deck was crowded with casks
and tierces. With a glad heart
Mark say the day of de-
parture for the South approach. He
wanted to be home-to be in an atmos-
phere of honest purpose once again.
He was sick of the dread of some dark
deed. Many word and look had fed
his suspicion since the time he lay on
the deck by the companionway.
IT'S time to be off, he heard Skip
per Tom say to the supercargo, one
day. He'll be at Red Mans Island be-
fore us, if we stay any longer. Next
week was the time fixed"
Red Mans Island. That was up the
coast, far out of the homeward course
Why should the My Love make that
port of call? And whom was she to
meet there@ Mark was puzzled
Well so out with the next gale. 3"
the supercargo replied. "'Tis a good
wind we must have to bear ont our
story"
There was a gale in the eastern sky
the next morning. The My Love went
out in the teeth of it, and all the people
in the harbor she left marveled. She
ran north, and was soon enveloped H.
dense fog--hidden from the eyes OF tbs
folk ashore. All that day she labore6
through high seas. The skipper told
the supercargo that IL was fine weathe
and the supercargo boisterously agreed
Skipper and crew were In high goo
humor, though the My Love buried he
rail- and great wave washed part O
her deck load away. AL that day she
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back to town. and two of the Indians
rose and followed him.
Stanton never read his papers. The
broad sheet of blue water that flut-
tered and danced before him drew his
eyes from the printed lines, and his
thoughts followed the little waves back
to the agency and Miss Bates. He
remembered how she had begged him
to let her come to the reservation for
year. Just a year" she had asked.
1T is so little. Think how we have
wronged them. o, l must do some
thing!" He had smiled at her woman
ly desire to recompense the Indians
for the injustice they had suffered
from the white race, but he did not
object. He had been ordered to Cuba,
and they could not be married at once.
The reservation would give her some
thing to think of, and teaching In
dams would occupy her time. This
was his first intercourse with the red
man, and he idly confessed to himself
that they were neither as bad nor as
picturesque as he had expected. No.
he decided, as he looked at his drawsy
neighbors, an Indian may steal, but he
is too lazy to be treacherous or cum
ming. He too indolent to plan devil
try.
He changed his mind the next min
ute, for the marshal put his hand on
his shoulder and roughly brought him
back to the dock.
You'll have to come with me-" he
said.
Isn't Henry going back? 1 prom
ised to wait for him. Stanton yawn-
ed
You can't go to the agency or any
where else" growled the marshal. He
was feeling rather sensitive. He had
come up to arrest two Indians for
horse stealing, and when he stepped
from the train they were miles away,
hidden in the rice fields. He had not
been fortunate in making his arrests
and his rival for office was calling at
tention to the fact. His term had al
most expired, and If he wanted a re-
appointment he could not afford to
make another mistake. Consequently
his manner was little more unpleas-
ant than usual.
II arrest you," he said, with swell
ing chest. for selling whiskey to the
Indians"
Il never sold drop of whiskey in
my life" Stanton spoke Indignantly,
but the marshal interrupted him with
wave of his hand.
Henry Young Bear" he asked lis
this the man who sold you a pint of
whiskey?"
UGH" Henry had forgotten his
Did you see him. Big Thunder and
Long Grass?"
A chorus of grunts answered him.
There's witnesses enough to send
you to Jail" he remarked pleasantly
TITS a pretty strong case against you
It's past me how a mans always try
ing 10 sell whiskey to these poor dew
lis when he's so down on them for
drinking it,"
II never sold a drop of whiskey in
my life" repeated the bewildered STAN
ton. Il bought a pint OF whiskey for
Henry at his request and he gave me
the money 10 pay for g."
The marshal looked az him in open
scorn. Don't incriminate yourself" he
advised. He gave you money and you
gave him whiskey. If that amt selling
you're doomed 10 spend some months
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ment relief and be sent home to Rudy
Cove"
Sure" Mark burst out, 1.-The May
Loves as sound as a bell!"
BY" Skipper Tom said impress
sively, She'll be taken off shore this
night and sunk
THE My Lover" cried Mark, horri-
fled. Sunk? Scuttled?"
"Scuttled," said the skipper. Then,
in confidential way: do you re-
member my friend? Sure, you know
him. The man with the shiny shoes
Came with me to Ruddy Cove. Well.
by, he'll be here in a schooner in
three days. He'll load this cargo and
carry it to ST. Johns as fast as the
wind'll take him. He'll sell it on the
docks, and when we meet him in the
States We'll be rich. Who's to know
where it came from? Who's to know
the crew of the My Love wasn't .Ist
away? Now, by, will you join u.s."
Mark was dumfounded. He stared
at Skipper Tom without saying a
+ word. Join them?
Think it over, by" said the skip
per. Tell me tomorrow" His face
flushed as he continued. " 'Twould
be hard to have to tell the folk at
Ruddy Cove that Mark Trimlet was in
the forecastle when the My Love
TUNED over-was in the forecasIe
by, and went down with her"
Mark waited his time. Nothing was
to be gained by precipitate action. He
knew in his heart whether or not he
would join in the plot. How clever
Continued on Page Twenty-five)
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labored; but, when night came. III.
wind fell somewhat, and she sven.
smoothly on to her destination. 81
was off Fed Mans Island at dawn ~
the next day-a Clear, warm day. when
it broke, with smooth water inshore
Now for the land. lads" the skipper
cried, when the anchor was dropped
Quick work for it. lads" said the
supercargo.
Red Mans Island is a bleak. min.
habited place, three miles off the La.
brador coast, which itself in that nar+
is a desolation. Few ships pass thar
way in a year. There was no eve to Sea
what might be done-no tongue to tell
of the deed. The skipper and the SUI
percargo went ashore. When they re-
turned the crew was set to work Mark
vited to bear a hand; nor would he
have done so, even had he been com.
manded. What was the meaning Of
this work? They were unloading tho
ship. What right mad they to do that?
They were taking the fish to a gulch
300 yards inland. Why? In three DAYS
working laboIIously, they had the fish
and deckload slowed away ashore, and
covered all over with tarpaulin. They
had stripped the My Love of every dol
lars worth of cargo. What was the
plot? Mark wds still outcast from ii
But he knew that he would be in
formed.
Mark, by" said the skipper on the
fourth day, "come ashore with me-
The lad was taken to the spot where
the cargo lay hidden. He prepared
himself to say "No!"
They be 800 quintals o. fish there"
said the skipper. Fish is worth 81 20
a quintal, laid down in st. Johns. It's
$3.50 that fish is worth in all. The
deckload's worth $500 more"
Mark looked up, for the skipper had
paused
:" It's all ours" said the skipper.
mo" said Mark quickly. "'Tis John
Arnot & Co.'S of Rudy Cove"
I" 'Tis ours" said the skipper. yours
too, if you be smart enough. The My
Love was wrecked in the last gale A
flaw of wind turned her over. She
went down off the Labrador coast
down in a hundred fathoms O. water.
Understand? She was blown out Of
her course and capsized and the crew
was cast away on Red Mans island.
which they reached in the punt. Pref
ty soon they'll sail off in the punt to
Rocky Harbor. Then they'll get gov
The Savannah morning news., 1902-08-17
ON THE RESERVATION.
BY FRANCES ROBERTS.
Copyright, 1902, by the 6. S. Mcclure Co.

stroke of the paddle. He did not like
Stanton. His eyes were too blue and he
laughed too much. He was too short
to marry a girl as tall as Miss Bates,
and Henry drew himself up to his last
inch and made the canoe. rock danger
ously while Stanton drew his lips in a
long whistle.
AS they neared the town and saw the
United States marshal on the dock,
Henry smiled to himself and his pulse
beat slower.
Half a dozen Indians were lying in
the sun. Some of them wore blankets,
others were in store clothes, but they
were all comfortably waiting for any
thing that might happen. Their bead
like eyes saw more than their lips
would ever tell.
AS Henry beached the canoe the
marshal and his companion turned and
went uptown.
Il wait here" muttered Henry,
when he had landed the lieutenant di-
rectly in front of the knot of loafers.
Il shall not be long. I just want
to send a telegram"
You go by store. Get me whisky"
He pulled half dollar from his pocket
and gave it to Stanton.
All right" promised the lieutenant,
and he hurled up the road. impatient
to be back at the agency.
Henry joined the group in the sun.
Not a word passed between them, but
each knew the thoughts of the others.
1t was perhaps half an hour later
than Stanton came back. His hands
were filled with papers, and brown
parcel stuck out of his pocket He
gave it to Henry, who tore off the
paper and held the bottle so that all
could see, and then slipped it into his
pocket.
II forget" Che turned to Stanton), IT
must see doctor. Be back in ten min
utes You can waltz
IF you don't take any longer" Stan
ton sat down on an overturned boat
and opened his papers. Henry went
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Henry Young Bear lounged into the
agency store just in time to hear the
storekeeper say. impressively:
And the teachers goin' to be mar
ried tonight and take the 1880 train
west. She's goin' to the Philippine
Islands. Her mans a soldier. Mollle
told me all about it when she came
down for a dozen lemons and pound
of chocolate. Miss Bates didn't expect
him. She was surprised when he came
over last night and wanted to be mar
ried right away. If they don't catch
the train they won't catch the steamer,
and if they miss that steamer he's IL
able to be court-martialed and shot.
Henry Strengthened his shoulders and
walked up to the counter.
What you say?" he asked, forget
ting that he had not spoken English
since he returned from Carlisle.
The storekeeper gave startled
jump.
II always said you could speak Eng
lish if you wanted to-" he grumbled.
around the teacher. She's going to
marry a lieutenant of volunteers OF
the United States of America, and
leave here forever on the night train"
she is not!" Henry sroke calmly,
but with determination, and before the
storekeeper could more than gasp at
the cheek of the Injun," he left the
store
His face was as black as his hair and
his heart heavy as he stumbled over
the doorstep. He knew the man spoke
the truth. He had seen Miss Bates
when she met her lover, and the ex-
preston on her face convinced him
that the interest she. had shown in him
was for his race, not to him as an in
dividual.
Holly his thoughts flew back over
the few months Of their friendship. He