Sequachee Valley news. (Sequachee [Sequatchie], Tenn.) 1896-1952, 1913-10-02

| IYar to q musical sah0ol. where the
youngster can train his knack OF blow,
ing tunes on cornet, and Peter to a
teacher who will improve his Unborn
craft with the piano keys.
Worked as a cobhler.
While their talents were developing
Julian was helping feed them by
working as a shoemaker. For seven
years he cobbled and by the end of
the seventh he had worked up to
the magniicence of seven rubles a
week, which is $3.50. With the con.
sent Of his mother he saved little
out of his income this year, creating
void in the family bull of fare which
was filed by charity. Early in June,
again with the consent of his moth
er and the blessings of his little broth
ers, he took the eight rubles (S400) he
had distracted and started by train
for Libau the Russian port OF de-
parture for America.
Julian had never been away from
home before. and his first and last
emotion in Libau was inconsistencies.
He had a few copecks left, but he
spent most of them for post cards to
send home instsad of food. Then he
got work at the docks, first as a porter
and then as a ships painter. He pick
ed out the Kursk, which was booked
to leave for New York the secoud
week.
His Chance at Last.
He had painted hundreds of feet Of
the steel hulls exterior before he was
summoned one bright day to paint the
railing of the upper deck. Then he
ing of the engine room. That order
he regarded as nothing less than an
intimation that he was chosen of
heaven. For behind the engine room
lay the commissary store room and be-
low 1.-TWO tiers below, hugging the
furnaces, neighbor to the stoke hole
was the pitch-dark cavern where
ballast of sand bags and pig iron are
kept. Julian committed the walls of
that cavern to memory through his
finger tips during the moments he
snatched away from painting the en-.
CINE room, and he made one stealthy
and profitable visit to the food supply
in the store room.
The morning the Kursk sailed he
ay hidden in an improvised trench |
Of sand bags, his provisions tucked |
away beneath him, touching the very
bottom of the Kursks hull. He had |
jagged behind the night before unno-
iced as the other laborers rushed to
get their pay. When the final search
or stowaways was made-as it always
s, on every ship leaving ports fire.
luently by the Notwithstanding emf.
srant-Julian made cocoon of him
elf out of ballast bags. 1t was al
most airless, but it was sight-proof.
The inspector came, flashed lantern
Dove the hidden body and passed on
\ step away the man halted. He
rouched and picked up beer bottle
I'LL Of drinking water. 1t was Ju.
'e'A y ASoOi w nobOA ouppiyS UObluJ Gu
y the shining nickel of the stopper.
he official cast his lantern over the
ark1ess again, saw nothing, and
lacidly threw the bottle back. Final
Z. an hour later, Julian Grabowsky
Tas on his way to America.
The Joy that came to the boy then,
Don died, for the meager draughts of
lr that came through the cracks in
he partition were hot; they smelt of
lie nearby furnace. The heat rose
} 80 degrees; it passed into the nine
es. The boy believed he could not
1dure it, yet he did endure it for
lree days. On the third he was dis
,vered By the coal passers.
A few weeks more of such hardship {
ould have ended the pale young man. |
ut now he is ready to go to work
r the two young geniuses in wilma I
i'd for the old mother who hates I
larity, yet must live on it-New
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