Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1912-06-05

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ton and time to CALCULATES Cold Is neg.
attve heat and can be treated like ra.
diant energy. decreasing as the square
IT the distance"
The officer stood moment looking
ahead md humming tune to himself,
then. saying. Yves: that's So" returned
to his place.
unjust have cast iron stomach" he
muttered AS he peered into the binna-
Gle, ''Or else the boatsw'n dosed the
wrong MINIS pot
Rowland glanced after the retreating
officer with cynical smile. II won
der" he said to himself. why he comes
down here talking navigation to fore
mast hand Why am up here-out Of
my turn? Is this something in line
with that bother" He resumed the
short pacing back and forth on the end
of the bridge. and the rather gloomy
train Of thought which the officer had
interrupted.
How long," he unused. would his
ambition and love Of profession last
him after he had met and won and
lost the only woman on earth to him?
Why Is it that failure to hold the af-
fections of one among the millions of
women who live and love can outweigh
every blessing in life and turn mans
nature into hell to consume him?
Who did she marry? Some one, prob
ably stranger. long after my Danish.
ment. who came to her possessed of
few qualities of mind or physique that
pleased her, who did not need to love
her-his chances were better without
that-and he steps coolly and easily
into my heaven. And they tell US
that God doeth all things we'll and
that there is heaven where all our
unsatisied wants are attended to-pro'
yided we have the necessary faith In
it. That means. II it means anything,
that after a lifetime Of unrecogn1zed
allegiance, during which win nothing
but her fear and contempt. may be
rewarded by the love and companion
ship of her soul. Do love her soul2
Has her soul beauty Of face and the
figure and carriage of Venus? Has
her soul deep blue eyes and sweet.
musical voice? Has it wit and grace
and charm? Has 1t wealth of pity
for suffering? These are the things !
loved. do not love her soul, If she
has one do not want it. want
her-l need her." He stopped in his
walk and leaned against the bridge
railing. with eyes fixed on the fog
ahead. He was speaking his thoughts
aloud now. and the first officer drew
within hearing, listened moment and
| went back working on him." he
whispered to the third officer. Then
he pushed the button which called the
captain. blew short blast of the
steam whistle as call to the boat
swain and resumed his watch on the
drugged lookout. while the third Off
Ger conned the ship.
The steam call to the boatswafn Is so
common a sound on steamship as to
generally pass unnoticed. This call af-
fected another besides the boatswain.
A little nightgowned figure arose from
an underberth in saloon stateroom
and. with wide open. staring eyes,
CROPPED its way to the deck unobserved
by the Waterman. The: white. bare
little feet felt no cold as they battered
the planks Of the deserted promenade.
and the little figure had reached the
steerage entrance by the time the cap
tain and boatswain had reached the
bridge.
"And they talk" went on Rowland
as the three watched and listened. ''of
the wonderful love and care Of mer-
ciful God. who controls all things. who
has given me my defects and my ca.
pacity for loving and then placed
Myra Gaunt in my way. Is there
mercy to me in this? AS part of
great evolutionary principle. which
develops the race life at the expense
of the individual. it might be consistent
with the idea Of Coda first cause
But does the individual who perishes.
because untitled to survive, owe any
love or gratitude to this God? He
does not! On the supposition that he
exists, deny it! And on the COM
plete lack Of evidence that he does
exist. l affirm to myself the integrity
of cause and effect, which is enough
to explain the universe and me. A
merciful Coda kind. loving. just and
merciful Cod He burst into a TT of
homogeneous laughter, which stopped
short as he clapped his hands to his
stomach and then to bis head. what
ails me?'' he gasped. Il feel as though
had swallowed hot coals-and my head
and my eyes-I can't see." The pain
left him In a moment. and the laughter
returned. whats wrong with the
| starboard anchor? It's moving. It's
changing. It's a-what? What on
earth Is it, On end-and the windlass
land the spare 'anchors-and the dav.
/; its-all alive-all moving"
! The sight he saw would have been
horrid to healthy mind. but it only
| moved this man to increased and uncon.
! trollable merriment The two rails be.
low Leading to the stem had arisen
| before him in a shadowy triangle, and
| within It were the deck fittings he had
mentioned The windlass had become
! thing of horror. black and forbidding.
The two end barrels were the bullying.
lightless eyes of nondescript mon.
ster. for which the cable chains had
multiplied themselves into innumerable
legs and tentacles And this thing was
crawling around within the triangle.
The anchor davits were many headed
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