The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1909-01-08
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The DIRECTORS REPORT
Observation-Disclosures g1ss.,ss iSsssVs.

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| YORK. was feeling her way in the thick
fog like a blind man without n guide
On the bridge the captain and chief
oricer compared anxious notes: for
ward the men discharged profanity and
tobacco juice with equal fuency. and
kept on the qui vive. They knew they
were not a hundred miles from the
celebrated Barnacles cruel reef,
cemetery OF many stout ship. The
engine room was aware Of the fact
also, and babe no more rejoice.
In the salons, however, all went
merry as the marriage bell The first
class men passengers had got TO the
coffee and cigar stage of an excellent
dinner, and conversed among them
selves with the fine, full-blooded conf
dence of men who had done them
selves well.
Septimus Q. Browbetter millionaire
ship-owner and director Of the Green
Anchor Line, sprawling In big leath-
er chair. chewed the end of his Ha-
vana contentedly. The world went
very well with him. lie was stron <
and fiorid and healthy, with a pulse
as reg lar as quarter day, sir. and a
digestion like sausage machine"
little quiet man had just asked Mr..
Browbetter what was the secret of his
success In life. Here was a theme
which the millionaire loved. II lent
itself to post-prandial eloQuence. He
settled the bulk of his double chin in
his capacious collar, took long puff
at his cigar and a sip at his green
Chartreuse, and replied, in a loud. mas
terful voice:
resolution, sir-iron will and reso-
luton. That's the recipe. A determi-
nation never TO let things stand In my
way. | always settled the line | would
take, and | always settled anybody who
impeded my progress. They'd got TO
go. sir. every time. Push. hustle,
scrimmage, sir. Shove men and cir
cumstances over. Shoulder 'em out of
the way. That's my advice to a young
man starting in life. Make up your
mind. go for the goal and stamp on
opposition. There's your chart for sue
cess in a nutshell. sirl'
Is that your advice 10 every young
fellow asked the quiet little man.
Certainly. You can't beat it,"
"And you would like every man to
follow it?"
I've said So
Doesn't it seem to you rather in.
human"
do you're tallSin' rot. LIES a |
scrap. a shindy. a Rugby scrimmage.
Every man for himself is my motto. |
an the devil take the hindmost' I've |
taken care e : self; let others take /
care OF themselves. Every tub on its |
OWN bottom. | say"
nt.t
little man. Society would break up IL
everybody acted on those lines. There
would be no order-no method. fpeo-
pie went about stamping on each other
With determined resolu ion-if they all
adopted your chart OF success - the
present muddle of diluted bogus collec-
.ivism and semi-anarchy in which we
i've would he even more complicated
Ind impossible"
We'll. you've heard my game" said
ir. Browbetter. brutally. Let them
LAY 1t as can. Them as II too weak
an go 10 the wall-an' the"
The sentence was not completed. At
hat moment Mr.. Browbetter and the
est Of the people on the Sirocco felt a
erriflc shock. There was a series OF
Ierve-racking thuds and bumps. a hor-
ible cracking. grating noise. a splint-
ring and a crashing. shrieks and cries
4 distress. and a loud wailing cry OF
The ships struck"
The Sirocco was on the dreaded Bar
acles.
Stewards ran about warning passen-
ers TO get on deck with all speed. The
Fell-trained, disciplined crew was mus
cred and took its allotted stations
he boats were got ready and lowered.
nd cody and calmly the captain
houted his orders to his lieutenants.
Tho as calmly and coolly saw them
arried out.
The ships officers busted themselves
Drming the passengers into squads
he women and children gathered in
ne pale. huddled group. Gained by the
teady. calm demeanor of the steward
sses. The men. however. were more
iffcult to handle and only the stern
OF the officers prevented
number OF them from rushing the
oats
Septimus Q. Browbetter was one of
ne ringleaders. His rudy face had
rown CHASTITY with terror, and in his !,
anic he was gesticulating and dashing
bout the deck like a mailman.
Suddenly the vessels bow parted and I.
ent down, and a shower Of spume and !
pray broke over the company gath. |.
red in the waist and stern. !
IL was more than Mr.. Browbetter
'uld stand. He made a rush toward :
lie boats. but was Immediately brought !,
p and checked. .
DO you know who amp" he bel.
wed. I'm a director Of the Green q
nchor Line and I'm not going TO be =
owned like a rat in a trap for all the !,
Iptains that ever sported gold braid" !,
"Mr. Browbetter," replied the can >
in. steadily, you may be a director
! shore, but I'm director here. I've -
ur hundred lives to save - yours =
nong them - and / can save all =
here are boats enough But Won
MT go yet Women and children !.
st. Go back to your squad, sir. or =
] shoot you" 7"
The vessel began rapidly to settle. =,
asts and tunnels went by the board. :
ne effect on the millionaire was cleo. =
ical
Stand asidel will get into boat "
hell with your order and disci. 20
ine!" "
He made a bulllike rush forward - -
he captains pistol cracked and tho :"
an of wealth foil fafnting % a. -,