The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1919-08-19
BY w. CLARK RUSSELL
Condensation by James 3. Connolly

ready to play any game whatever with
Stevens, who was the leader Of the
mutineers. Our boatswain, who had
not wished to join them, but to save
his life had done SO, was on my side
1t was he who told me that Stevens
was intending to scuttle the ship be-
fore they took to the boats, and so
leave me and the passengers to our
fate.
We planned to Illustrate him. By
this time we had taken Miss Robert
son into our confidence. One night
the boatswain apparently fell over.
board and was drowned; but he had
not fallen overboard-it was a box of
ten-penny nails, which I had thrown
over the side. This was the night be-
,, fore that day when Stevens went be.
low and bored the auger holes which
were to do for the ship; but as fast as
Stevens bored a hole, the boatswain,
who had been hiding below for that
very thing, followed and plugged it up.
Thinking he had scuttled the ship,
Stevens came on deck and led the
crew to the boats, grinning evilly at
Miss Robertson and myself as he did
so. They had not rowed far from the
ship when the boatswain showed him
self on deck. Stevens saw him. We've
been tricked!" he cried, and headed
back for the ship. The wind was ris-
Ing at the time, but there was not
enough way yet on the ship to outrun
the boats. They tried to board us by
the main chains. AS they did, the
boatswain with handspike and with
revolver killed or hurled back into
the sea all but one Of them. That one
was not so bad as the others, and we
saved him to help work on the ship.
Throughout the fight Miss Robertson,
who had been gaining strength with
every hour, held the wheel so that the
ship should not be caught aback and
the spars come down on US.
We had now to work the ship to the
|nearest land; but the increasing wind
made it dangerous, with our meagre
crew, to keep sail on her. We worked
like dogs to reduce sail, but the wind
became too much for US. 1t came on
us like solid wall; the seas rolled to
our tops. Spars cracked and hung
down over our decks. Only after the
most exhausting toll did we manage
to clear away the most dangerous of
the broken spars. In the height Of it
poor Mr.. Robertson died. i read the
18th Chapter of St. John over his
body
In time the wind abated; but the
sea, continuing to tumble and roar,
strained our ship so that she sprang
a leak. There were not enough of US
to keep her pumped out. We pumped
till our arms fell to our sides; but OF
no avail When the water was to our
main chains we took to the boats; and
it was then, when we believed we were
doomed to die, that Mary Robertson
and I confessed our love for each 9TH
err, she the daughter of wealthy man
and l a. poor penniless sailor.
The sun was setting; the sky, far
to the north and south, a golden color;
the sea was a purple glare, the heav-
ems a tender green and blue; and
while we were gazing on all this glory,
the ship went down.
That night, before the rough seas
could swallow us, a steamer picked US
up and took US home.
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1.-THE Right Of Way" by Sir Gilbert
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Dole, will be printed tomorrow.