Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1913-09-19

War to musical school. wherv 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 cobbler.
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 cf 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
a void in the family bill of fare which
was filled 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 ($4.O0) 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 few copesks left but he
spent most of them for post cards to
send home instead of fooc. Then he
got work at the docks, grst as porter
and then as ships painter. He pick
ed out the Kursk, which was booked
to leave for New York the second
week.
His Chance at Last.
He had painted hundreds of feet OF
the steel hulPs exterior before he was
summoned one bright day TO paint the
railing of the upper deck. Then he
was ordered to decorate the iron plat
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, neighbof to the stoke hole
was the pitch-dar1 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 steaithy
and profitable visit to the food supply
in the store room.
The morning the kursk sailed he
lay hidden in an improvised trench
of sand bags, his provisions tucked
away beneath him, touching the very
bottom of the Kursk's hull. He had
Jagged behind the night before unno-
ticed as the. other laborers rushed to
get their pay. When the final search
for stowaways was made-as 1t always
is, on every ship leaving ports fire.
Quently by the notwithstanding emf
grant-Julian made cocoon Of him
self out of ballast bags. 1t was al
most airless, but ii was sight-proof.
The inspector came, flashed a lantern
above the hidden body and passed ON.
A step away the man halted. He
crouched and picked up beer bottle
full of drinking water. 1t was Jul
lian's reserve water supply, betrayed
by the shining nickel OF the stopper.
The official cast his lantern over the
darkness again, saw nothing. and
placidly threw the bottle back Final
ly, an hour later, Julian Grabowsky
was on his way to America.
The JOY that came to the boy then,
soon died, for the meagef draughts Of
air that came through the cracks in
the partition were hot; they smelt OF
the nearby furnace. The heat rose
to so degrees; it passed into the nine
ties. The boy believed he could not
endure it, yet he did endure it for
three days On the third he was dis
covered b. the coal passers.
A few weeks more Of such hardship
would have ended the pale young man.
But now he is ready to go TO work
for the two young geniuses in Wilma
and for the old mothe: who hates
charity, yet must live on it,-New
York World.
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