The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-05-06

SYNOPSIS OF PRECEDING
 CHAPTERS.
 The great steamer Titan, supposed to be unsuitable, starts across the Atlantic. Rowland, once lieutenant, now a common sailor, meets his old love Myra. She is with her husband and child.
 The Titan cuts ship in two. and her captain endeavors to conceal the tain gives him whisky, so that he will be discredited. Myra accuses him of attempting to murder her child.
 Rowland is drugged by the cap tain's order and is then given the will disgrace himself. Myra,s chil.i steals away and joins Rowland.
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 Has Ter soul beauty of face and the figure and carriage of Venus? Has her soul deep blue eyes and a sweet, musical voice? Has it wit and grace md charm? Has 1t 6 wealth of pity for suffering? These are the things i loved. do not love her soul, if she has one do not want 1t. I want
 
 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 OF him." ne whispered to tile third officer. Then he pushed the button which called the captain, blew short blast of the steam whistle as cali te the boat swain and resumed his watch on the drugged lookout, while the third off cer conned the ship
 The steam call to the boatswain is so common 6 sound on a steamship as to generally pass unnoticeG. This call af- fected another besides the boatswatn. A little nishtgowned figure arose from sn underberth in a saloon stateroom and. with wide open, staring eyes, sroped its way to the deck unobserved by the watehman. The white, bare little feet felt no cold as they battered The blanks of the deserted promenade, and the little figure had reached the s:eerage entrance by the time the cap ;ain 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
 hi AC nf a great evolutionary principle, which develops the race life at the expense of the individual, it might be consistent with the idea of a Coda first cause. But does the individual who perishes. because united 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 piete lack of evidence that he does exist, I 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 God"- He burst into fit of incongruous laughter. which stopped short as he clapped his hands to his stomach end then to his head. What eils mer he gaspe1. "I 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 changieg It's a-what? What on earth is it: On end-and the windlass and the spare anchors-and the day its-all alive-ail 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 a thing Of horror, black and forbidding. The two end barrels were the bulgipg, nghtless eyes of a 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 serpents which danced on their tails, md the anchors themselves writhed md squirmed in the shape of immense hairy caterpillars. while faces appeared sn the two white lantern towers, grin aing and ieering at him With his hands on the bridge rail and teara streaming down his face, he laughed 1t the strange sight, but did not speak, md the three, who had quietly ap- preached, drew hack to await, while below on the promenade deck the little white figure, as though attracted by his auehter, turned into the stairway lead. ing to the upper deck.
 The phantasms goria faded to blank wall of gray fog. and Rowland found sanity to mutter, They've drugged me-" but in an instant he stood in the darkness of garden, one that he had known. In the distance were the lights of house, and close to him was . young girl, who turned from him ano hed, even as he called to her.
 By a supreme effort of will nc drought himself back to the present, 70