Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1914-01-11
SUNDAY MAGAZINE FOR JANUARY IL. 1914

Saxon Kings huge bulk of steel buried him
before he won clear of the seas clutch. At
the second plunge Long was hanging be-
meath him. The third washed the Lions
mate away. AS Danny reached the bow
spirit he lay across it for a moment, as boys
cling with their bellies to wagon tails, and
thence he squirmed his way inboard.
Standing up on the forecastle head, he
waved to Croghan to come on. A heaving
line shot from Swanson's hand and fell at
his feet.
Give thousand dollars! Make it fast!'
megaphoned the Red Stack master.
Danny kicked the line overheard. With
a swish and unerring aim another sped from
Deep Water Croghan standing on top of the
Dreadnought's pilothouse. 1t knocked him
down; but he chung to it and made it fast.
The Saxon King of Liverpool was no
longer derelict!
|nN bleak December morning five days
- afterward the Black Stack Dread
nought, hauling fortune astern, staggered
through the Heads of San Francisco. She
and the rusty, salt-crusted brute at her tail,
and the Sea Lion, following her at flank,
looked as if they had been spewed out of the
NAV of the almighty sea. Alongshore some
sea-wise men paused in awe to watch them
GO Dy, OC1eTS, WIFI inspired SOULS, Tall uOWu
to the pierheads and cheered.
But the excitement meant nothing to the
man who, with blistered face and cracked
and bleeding hands and feet, stood at the
Dreadnought's wheel. One thought and
one alone possessed him, and that was to
get ashore with little boy, who, since the
morning after the finding of the Saxon King,
had been burning with fever and babbling
in delirium.
1t was a week later on Christmas morning
that Joel Warren stood at the foot of Deep
Water Croghan's bed in Saint Mary's Hos
pital, telling him that the Black Stack Tow
boat Company's directors had voted a trust
fund of fifteen thousand dollars for Danny's
education and upbringing; that they had
made him, Warren, chairman of the board,
and Croghan general manager. A woman's
sob, coming suddenly from the hallway out
side, stopped him, and Margaret Mason en-
tered the room with the house physician at
her side.
what is it, Tell me!' demanded
Croghan in the voice of master of men and
starting up from his bed.
Il don't think it would do any harm now
| if you went in and spoke to the little fellow
answered the physician, with an effort at
| calmness. Doom was in his voice.
"There was no harm from the beginning"
cried Croghan, "and if we've let him go-let
him slip away without saying goodby, look
to your God!' There was something special
| ly terrible about Deep Water at that mo-
ment, CARRIED ashe was in long white robe,
his hands in bandages, and his head swathed.
@Out of my way, we sprat!' and with
sweep of a long arm he brushed the ply
sician aside, and crossed the hall to Dan
ny's room.
As he entered it he let up the shade that
was keeping out the sunlight and peered
down into the quiet face in narrow iron
bed. A quizzical smile seemed ready to
burst from the boys dry, murmuring lips.
| The man did not see Sister Mary Vim
cent, who knelt in prayer on the opposite
side of the bed; he did not know that the
physicians and Warren were in the doorway
watching him.
For a second he stood, Strengthened to his
| full height, as though measuring to grapple
with the spirit of death that was there, and
| then slowly sank to his knees.
God Almighty" he prayed in anguish
between uplifted hands, and at the sound of
his voice the two men in the doorway saw
the boys eyelids CULVER, II have lived by
the sword, and those who live by the sword
perish by the sword. I have cursed you
knowingly and unknowingly. have never