New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1914-12-27
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W xhAW bronzcd partner in the West Coast
| t1XN II ,DtA Wrccking & Salvage Company some
'SAvT7 SlyfS what surprised and standing alone be-
NYs,HW7 side the red ninety horsepower jug
TIkT gernaut in which they had just arrived
MN in front of the Merchants Exchange.
W. And Periclcs did not that a.
II newsstand on the opposite sidewalk
M was Iavsans objective; for, he
= turned TO discover what had taken
W his partner off so suddenly his gray
eyes picked up his ancient enemies,
! Nils Niscn and Simon Roscnthal, emerging in haste
from the exchange into the sunlight of the June midday
As usual Nillscn's big chin down on his chest and
his round yellow head thrust forward bullishy in the
manner that had earned him his sobnquct OF Nils the
I Bull Neckcd And usual whenever these two APP
pcarcd abroad together, Nils leading the way and
Simon trailing at his heels like a Chinese wife.
But what held Pcriccs O'Bncn's gaze was Roscn-
thals palcncss A hue OF wood ashes rode the full
I moon countcnancc that noted for its fordity
grccnish tingc ringcd the black, oyrabbit eyes. 1t
became more than a tingc Simon, with mechanical
nod recognized the wrcckcr, hcsatcd and then rolled
on down California street in Nils wake AT Licdes-
dorf street. hundred feet to the east Of the exchange
entrance passing wagon halted Nillsen and enabled
Roscntha to ovcrtakc him. Simon reached up and
said something to the bul-necked one Thercat Mill
sen sent iurtivc glance backward discovered Perclcs
looking straight at him. and, with shake Of his head
at Simon and if anything, holding it lower than ever
plunged on his way.
TIP to some new deviltry that pair and Roseys scared
~ stiff" Pcriclcs was rejecting when Laysan, hold
ing out a magazine appeared round the end OF the
Here ware old man., said he. Here are that
woman's pictures was telling YOU about last night
Now see for yourself if they're not the real thing
III they are laughed Perces, they're the first I've
ever seen in any of these magazines that had anything
of the in EN- And, with two exceptions, the
so-called sea stories better-a lot of alleged
nautical gibbcrsh for a background and a Of farm
ers that never drew human breath for characters.
You know" As he had been speaking he had been
opening the magazine, and there he paused in wide
eyed admiration of fupagc color drawing entitled
"Thc Trades "a driving clipper ship under all sail.
Holding it from him he exclaimed, ~Look out, John,
or she'll run down. and verify the clipper seemed TO
be eaping out of its frame. second drawing showed
a steamer evidently liner, pounding to pieces on the
surging white reef Of high-peaked tropical island.
"Fanged7 was its title. Perices looked up from this
TO say, Hits YOU somewhere inside, this Sad,
lonely, isn't t?'
at pulls" asscntcd Laysan; but look at this one,
The Master and eagerly he helped Pcricles turn to
a drawing that showed a section of the bridge OF big
liner in a storm.
The moment was one Of supreme danger. The ship
was being hove TO. Calm and certain her yclow-oil-
skinned commander standing up to wndward, his
face to the blast and his eyes following the swing Of his
vessels head. One hand was outstrctchcd in the act
Of conveying an order officer in poise at
cnginc-room telegraph To leeward of this figure
two more officers but like the at the telegraph,
they had eyes for ship nor smothcrng sea. 1t was
the commander who held their combined gaze; and
that gaze pregnant Of faith and reliance said, This IS
the master"
Great was Pcriclcs verdict. That's the sea as it
is. John-thc spirit of it! Can't believe, though, a
woman did these pictures. It'd take to know the
sea like" Pcriccs paused and, rcddcnng, lifted his
gaze to discover his partner studying him with a
quzzical air. Say John, this remind YOU Of any
bodv?- he askcd indicating the central FIGURE in "The