Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1915-07-08
SYNOPSIS

mas been ordered on Trip around
the world as a last chance to recover
his shattered health. On his lazy tour
through Europe, he crosses the trail
several times of beautiful girl who
but whose face he has never quite
seen. He loses her trail in Cairo,
where, in the hope Of adventure, lie
joins a young scientist bound for q
remote corner OF the South Seas. The
young scientist, while at a hotel in
Cairo. has found diary lost by some
girl-a document which reveals an al.
Turing personality, but gives no hint
of the writer's name.
CHAPTER II-Oddly enough, in De-
prayne's mind, the girl of the diary
and the other girl-the one who has
fascinated him, but whose face he has
never seen, begin to haunt his dreams
as single person.
CHAPTER III-Just as the heat Of
monotony of the long sea voyage IL
driving Deprayne to the verge of mad.
ness, tue snip Is WTeCKeu.
She must have steamed full front
onto submerged reef and destruc-
tion. 1t was palpably no matter of an
opening seam. She had been torn
and ripped in her vitals. She was dy-
ing fast and in inanimate agony.
n
thing had burst loose under tho
strain. Now, as she sank and reeled,
there came kissing Of steam, gasp
ing, coughing, hammering convulsion
of pistons, rods, and driving shafts.
suddenly turned into junk heap run
ming amuck.
1t is questionable whether there
would have been time to lower away
boats had the most perfect discipline
and heroism prevailed. There was no
discipline. There were no available
boats, except the two hanging from
the bridge davits; and about them, al
we stumbled out onto the decks,
ragged fierce battle of determination
as men who had relapsed to brutcs
fought for survival.
/ have, since that night, often and
vainly attempted to go back over that
holocaust and arrange its details IN
my mind. saw such ferocity and
confusion, turning the deck into
shambles in an ;nconceivably short
space, that even now cannot say
what thippc hapranod fret
I have jumbled picture in which
certain unimportant details stand out
distinctly, while great things are
vague. G yt
can still see, in steel black reliet,
the silhoutted superstructure, tunnels,
and stanchions; the indigo shadows
and ghostly spots of white under O.
low-swinging half moon and large,
softly glowing stars. The sky was
clear and smiling.
But of the battle itself I remember
only the babel of noises, the swirl of
struggling humanity about the re.
naming boats.
Here it was that the cracking of
pistolse was added to the noise, as the
officers stood at bay and hurried the
work at the dayits. The starboard
boat, defended by Hefferman and his
detail, was a scene of seething uncer-
tainty. That on the port side, where
Coulter held command, was already
beginning TO run down its tackle, with
the assailants still held in check anu
corpses cluttering the deck about 1t.
Coulter himself was the last to leap
for the swinging boat, and moment
before he did so Hoax appeared.
He had miraculously made his way
out of the engine rooms hell, and his
coming was that of maniac. His
huge body, bare to the waist, sweat
streaked and soot-blackened. was also
dark with blood. His voice was raised
in demoniacal laughter, and every
vestige of reason had deserted eyes
that were agleam with hideous and
homicidal madness.
From the hatch to the bridge his
course was as swift and sure as a
homing pigeons He brandishcd the
bllOFcl WIN DCtl
fully forced to feed the maws of the
furnaces. The struggling men fell
back before his onslaught.
Hoax had no care for self-preserva-
tion. His mission was reprisal.
Coulter, standing poised for his leap
to the boat. raised his pistol and fired
Hoax staggered under the impact of
the heavy bullet in his chest, but
charged on like wounded rhnocer.
Gus. Coulter jumped, and the flying
shovel grazed his head. His assailant
seized the stern-line of the swinging
boat and clung to 1t as he crumpled
A knife lay where some one had drop,
ped 1t, and, still holding on. the mad,
man laughed as he hacked and sawed
at the line with dying resolution.
Coulter put two more bullets into
the cllnging body; but, as the second