The Anderson daily intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson, S.C.) 1914-1915, 1914-09-17

Florence sets fire to the boat md Is
rescued by ship on which Norton has
been shanghaled.
Norton and Florence, safely ashore
and with no longer any misUnderstand-
ing between them, take the train for
home. The train ls wrecked and
Waiting members Of the Black Hun
dred carry the injured Florence to n
deserted hut. Norton, who tries TO
rescue her, Is tied TO the railroad
tracks. Florence saves him and finally
Jones comes TO tIe resene Of both.
Copyright, 1914; BY Harcld Mac
Grath.)
CHAPTER XII.
A dipsy- -chanty, II you please; of
sailormen I'm Jerseys and tarry caps, of
rolling gaits, strong tobacco and di-
verse profanity; of cutters, and blunt
nose '4chooners. and tramps, canvas
and steam, some of them honest, some
of them shady, and some of them pi-
rates OF the first water who did not
find it necessary to hoist alou the
'kull and bones. The seas are dotted
with then. They remind you of the
once prosperous merchant, run down
| Ct lic hECi, wiz dlOHB tut sue
streets. ashamed to meet those he
knew in the past. You never hear them
mentioned In the maritime news,
which is the society column of the
ships; you know of their existence
only by the bleached bones of them,
strewn along the coast.
You who crave adventures on high
seas. you purchase ticket, a steamer
! chair and q Nf
go on board to the blare of very in
different brass band, and believe you
are adventuring; wton, as matter
OF fact. you are about TO spend a dull
week or fortnight on a water hotel,
! where the most exciting thing Is the
buglc's call to meals or the discovery
OF card sharp in the smoking room
Take real ship, go as supercargo, to
the South seas; take the side streets
| OF the ocean, and learn what 1t can do
With hurricanes, typhoons, blisterinS
| Gains, and mems souls. There will be
! adventure enough then. If you are
weakling. either you are made strong,
or you die.
AG honest ship, but run down at the
heel. rode at anchor in the sound, a
fourth-rater of the hooker breed; that
is, her principal line of business was
hauling barges up and down the
coat. When she could not pick up
enough barges to make 1t pay, why.
she'd go galavanting down to Cuba for
bales Of tobacco or over to the Ber-
raudas for the heaven smelling onion.
To-day shc was an onion ship; whic;,
! tpPecludes, any idea OF adventure She
was about 1000 tons. and her engines
were sternward and not amid:hip. She
| carried two nlasts and a half dozen
ho!stVbocns, and the only visible sign
OF anything new on her was her bow
- rit. This was new doubtless be-
esSss she had p0iied her noae TOO far
into her last Ship
Her crew was orderly and tracta-
BILE. There were shore drunks, to be
sure, because they were sailors; but
they were peaceful lot witilal. At
this moment they were at work. They
moved about briskly. for they were on
the point OF sailing for the Bahamas
perhaI,. for more onions Presently tho
windlass creaked, and shrilled, and
the blobby links, much in need of ta.
paint. red as fish gills, clattered down
into the bow. Sometimes they painted
the chaiu as it came over; but paint
was costly, and this was done only
when the anchor threatened to stay
on the bottom.
.ieso was sailor among this crew,
and he went by the name of Steve
Blossom; and he was one CT his kind
A grimy dime novel protruded rakish-
iy from his hip pocket, and his right
cheek was swollen as with the tooth
ache. due, probably. to generous
"chaw" of Seanian's Delight. He was
real tobacco chewer, for he rarely
spat. He was as peaceful as q back
water bay In summer; non-argumen-
tative and passive, he stood his watch
in fair weather and foul.
NO one gave the anchor any more
attention after II came to rest Tie
great city over the way was fairy-like
IN lbs haZiness and transparity. II was
the poetry OF angles, of shafts and
spars OF stone; and Steve Blossom.
fhaytng moment to himself, leaned
agatnst the rail and stared regretfuliy.
He had been generously drunk the
night before. and IL was n pleasant
! issssiol Chafue ied mis- glance 20
trail down the cutwafer. Ills .esk
stretched from his collar like a tur-
ties from its shell.
We'll. I'll be hornswoggled," he
murmured, shifting his cud from star
| board to port, ,
| Caught on the fluke OF the anchor;
was the gtrangest looking box he had
lkcer laid eyes on. There was leather
[aad steel bands and diamond-shapel
ivory and mother Of pearl. and II hung
Jauntily on the point of the rusty
luke ,Anhody would De hornswoggled
10 lin ns:e. ..s such a-oi. jjsst OF fate.
On the fluke OF the old mudhook, by a
hair. you might say. In aiL thu wild
| sea yarns he; had ever read or heard
thsre was nothing TO match this.