Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1916-03-17

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In the squalid Hotel d'Europe Gerry
occupied a large room that overlooked
the quay. Even if there had been a
better hotel in town he would not have
moved.
He was not lonely. He wandered
interested through all the struggling
city. When he was too lazy to go to
the city he sat in the precarious bal
cony of his room and watched the city
come to him.
Almost a month had passed since he
landed on his Lethean shore, and it
had served him well. The world
seemed to have time-Servers in small
regard He began to think of his moth
er. He strolled over to the cable sta
tiOn The offices were undergoing re-
pairs. The ground floor was unfur.
nished save for table and one chair.
In the chair sat a chOcOlate-colOred
employee with a long bamboo on the
floor beside him. Gerry's curiosity was
aroused. He went in and wrote his
message to his mother-just few
words telling her he was all right. The
chocolate gentleman folded the mes
sage, slipped it into the split end Of
the bamboo and stuck it up through
hole in the ceiling to the floor above.
Gerry smiled and then laughed at the
gravity with which his smile was re-
ceived The man looked at him in
establishment. These English were all
mad and discOurteouS. What was
there to laugh at in a man at work?
Gerry went out and rambled over
the city. Night came on. He was
restless He wished he had not sent
the message. 1t was forming itself
into link. He dined badly at res
taurant and then wandered balk to the
quay Arriving steamers were posted
on a blackboard under street lamp.
The mail from New York was due to-
morrow. The consuPs papers would
be full of the latest New York society
scandal-his scandal. He went to- his
room and sat on the balcony watching
the varied craft preparing to drift out
on the tide. Suddenly he got up and
went down to the quay.
A long, raking craft was taking on
| it's meager provisions. Gerry engaged
it's captain in pantomime parley. The
boat was bound for Penedo to take on
cotton. Gerry decided to go to Penedo.
Two of the crew went back with him
| to get his baggage The hotel was
closed. Gerry was the only guest and
he had his key He had paid his
weekly bill that day, so there was no
need to wake up anyone. In half an
hour he and his belongings were
slowed on the deck of the Josephine
and she was drifting slowly down to
| the bar.
| Four days later they were off the
mouth of the San Francisco. They
| doubled in and tackled their way up
to Penedo. There was no life in Pen
edo. It was desolate and lonely COM
pared with the Hotel d'Europe and the
| lively quay; so when a funny little
stern-wheeler started up the river on
| it's weekly trip to Piranhas, Gerry
went with it.
Piranhas was a town of mud plas-
tered against a barren cliff. 1t made
no pretense to being alive. Here a
dead man could live in peace with his
| surroundings. From fifteen miles up
the river came the rumble of the
mighty Paulo Alfonso falls, singing
perpetual requiem. Gerry established
| himself in a howell of an inn that even
in this far retreat did not dare call
| itself hotel.
The only industry in Piranhas was
the washing of clothes and the women
did that. Fish were caught in great
quantities but fishing was not an in
dustry. Here man fished. only when
he was hungry.
Gerry chartered a ponderous canoe.
At first he had a man to paddle him
I'D and down and sometimes across
the wide half-mile Of water. But be-
fore long he learned to handle the
thing himself. The heavy work soon
trimmed his splendid muscles into
shape. He supplied the hostelry with
a variety of fish.
One morning he awoke earlier than
usual. The wave of life was running
high in his veins. He sprang up and,
still in his pajamas, hurried out for
his morning swim. The break of day
was gloriously chilly. A cool breeze,
hurrying up from the sea, was stead
lily banking up the mist that hung over
the river. Gerry sprang into his canoe
| and pushed off. He drove its heavy
length up stream. not in the teeth OF
the current, for no man could do that,
but skirting the shore, Selling on the
help of every eddy and keeping an eye
out for the green swirling mound that
meant a pinnacle of rock just short
of the surface He went farther up
| the river than ever before. His mus
Giles were keyed to the struggle. He
passed the last juttng bend that the
boatmen on the river could master and
found himself in bay protected by
spit of sand, rock-tipped and foam
tossed where it reached the rivers
| channel. From this point the river
was a chaos OF Jagged rocks that