Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-04-20

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k-e-l-i-n-e-a-b-o-a-r-d.
HI! What'd tell you? It's all right, old
IL grill The last was to the Tikvah.
"Tell 'em how to trim your ballast tanks. |
won't. That'd stop the colo.
Pericles thrust Johnson away from the
whistle pull and blasted her message to
silence.
"And there are some men who say there is
no Cod" exclaimed Pericles, flashing his
eyes round the sea. A light of unholy glee
came into his countenance. A volley OF
orders ratified from his lips,-weird, curt,
cabalistic sea words, and Johnson went
scurrving from the bridge. A word flung
forward through his cupped hands, and
faxen-haired sailor went clambering to a
lookout perch in the eyes of the fore rigging.
He turned to Esther Kent long enough to
say:
"Pray, pray, that this sea holds out just
half hour longer! Just half-hour longer!
It's dropping; but pray, Girl pray! AS if
for your life" and, closing her big brown
eyes, she granted the heathenish appeal.
1t was not in her power to resist. Still,
she felt she had hardly begun to pray when
chorus of wild cries over her head forced
her lids open. The Tikvah was Keeling
across C0e Electra BOWS, neI
side crowded with panic-stricken passen-
gers.
Pericles O'Brien was looking up into the
face of Nils Sorensen, nephew of "Nils the
Bull Necked" and Sorensen's eyes were
bullying in recognition. A heaving line shot
out from the Electra forecastle head 1t
fell across the rail of the Tikvah's bridge.
Sorensen deliberately threw it overheard.
The passengers saw the act and walled IN
terror
want to drown all those people?" Pericles
megaphoned. :,
"Ain't going to drown! Seas going down."
you'll drown everyone of em! You
ought to be hanged You're a murderer!
There's another gale on the way!"
Pericles directed his megaphone SO that
sengers all. A roar went up from them.
"Shoot him! Kill him!" cried some at
Sorensen "Save us-oh, save us!" cried
others at the Electra.
"We're mending our shaft" came from
Sorensen when quiet had been restored.
dts lie! They can't fix it," yelled
red-headed passenger of Celtic aspect.
Two sailors dragged him away from the
rail. Sorensen's night pallor turned to the
purple of rage.
"Ten thousand! Tow to 'Frisco!" he flung
at Pericles.
"No bargain! No bargain! Let the courts
decided"
That was O'Briens answer. Nils Mill
sons nephew was out of his senses if he
dreamed he could catch Pericles O'Brien
that way He would stand on the salvage
the courts would award. He remembered
what Lavsan had said about a railway
charter. Ship and cargo, as the sea held
them, must be worth from five hundred
thousand to seven hundred thousand dol
lars One third of that would be the Elec-
tras if she put line aboard the Tikvah
| without a bargain.
"Twenty thousand shouted Sorensen.
"No bargain! No bargain!'
Sorensen withdrew from sight of the
Electra's bridge.
4Pray, Girl, pray!" said Pericles to
Esther, and then he called to one of the
Tikvah's officers, "When did they change
her name?"
"Last week" was the answer, and Soren-
sen thrust the officer aside.
Thirty thousand" he beloved.
"No bargain! No bargain!" the answer
rang.
Then Sorensen sent this shot into Pericles,
"I've wirelessed for help. There'll be tow
along any time now
As he megaphoned this a wireless gear