The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1915-02-22

him make a sudden motion will
his head. which | mistook for ,
token OF recognition and goo,
morning. In reality. he was at
tempting to warn me to throw m,
ashes over the lee side. uncon
scious OF my blunder, | passed b,
Wolf Larsen and the hunter ans
flung the ashes over the side Il
windward. The wind drove then
pack, and not only over me. hui
over Henderson and Wolf Larson
The next instant the latter kicked
me, violently. as a cur il kicked.
had not realized there could be sl
much pain In kick. l reeled
away from him and leaned against
the cabin In half-fainting condi.
ton. Everything was swimming
before my eyes, and turned sick
The nausea overpowered me, and
| managed to crawl to the side OF
the vessel. But Wolf Larsen did
not follow me up. Brushing the
ashes from his clothes. he had re-
sumed his conversation with Hen
derson. Johansen. who had seen
the affair from the break of the
poop. sent couple OF sailors aft
to clean up the mess.
Later In the morning re-
ceived surprise of a totally diff
ferent sort. Following the cook &
instructions, | had gone into Wolf
l,arsens state-room to put II to
rights and make the bed. Against
the wall, near the head of the
bunk, was rack filled with
books. glanced over them, not
ing with establishment such names
as Shakespeare, Tennyson, Poe,
and De Quincy. There were sci
entific works, too, among which
were represented men such as
Tyndall. Proctor, and Darwin. As
tronomy and physics were repre-
scented, and remarked Bulfinch's
Age OF Fable" Shaw's History
of English and American Litera-
ture,' and Johnson's Natural
History" I'm two large volumes.
Then there were number of
grammars, such as Metcalf's, and
Reed and Kellogg's; and | smiled
as ! saw a copy of THE Deans
English. ;"
could not reconcile these
books with the man from what ]
had seen of him, and | wondered
II he could possibly read them.
But when | came to make the bed
| found, between the blankets,
dropped apparently as he had
sunk off to slepe, complete
Browning, the Cambridge Edition.
1t was open at I'm Balcony
and | noticed, here and there,
passages underlined in pencil.
Further, letting drop the volume
during u lurch of the ship, sheet
of paper fell out. II was scrawled
over with geometrical diagrams
and calculations OF some sort.
IL was patent that this terrible
man was no ignorant clod, such as
one would inevitably suppose him
to be from his exhibitions of bru-
tally. At once he became an
enigma. One side or the other Of
his nature was perfectly compre-
hensible; but both sides together
were bewildering. | had already
remarked that his language was
excellent, marred with an occa-
sional slight inaccuracy. or
course, in common speech with
the sailors and hunters, 1t some
times fairly bristled with errors,
which was due to the vernacular
itself; but in the few words he
had held with me it had been
clear and correct.
This glimpse l had caught of
his other side must have embold-
ened me. for l resolved to speak
to him about the money l had
lost.
Il have been robbed" said to
him, little later, when | found
him pacing up and down the poop
alone.
Sir" he corrected, not harsh
ly, but sternly.
II have been robbed, SIR" i
amended.
How did IL happen?" he asked.
Then l told him the whole cir
eumstance, how my clothes had
bene left to dry in the galley, and
how, later, | was nearly beaten by
the cook when | mentioned the
matter.
He smiled at my recital. Pick
ings," he concluded; "Cooky's
pickings. And don't you think
your miserable life worth the
price? Besides, consider 1t les
son. You'll learn in time how to
take care Of your money for your
self. l suppose. up to now, your
lawyer has done it for you, or your
business agent"
could feel the quiet sheer
through his words, but demand
ed, How can | get it back again ?"
That's your lookout. You
haven't any lawyer or business
agent now. so you'll have to de-
pend on yourself. When you get
a dollar, hang on to it. A man
who leaves his money lying
around, the way you did, deserves
to lose it. Besides, you have
sinned. You have no right to put
temptation in the way of your
fellow-creatures. You tempted
Cooky, and he fell. You have
placed his immortal soul in jeop-
ardy. BY the way, do you believe
in the immortal soul?"
His lids lifted lazily as he asked
the question, and IT seemed that
the deeps were opening to me and