Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1919-09-18

o. tvasss. traded through the Java
and Banda seas--that was what his
father had meant by the East-toucil-
Ing ut Shanghai as n port OF call La q
liner wasn't the same thing.
How that sun burned through the
awningi II seemed Co stab and drill
into his skull with little shafts OF ex-
quislte pain. He could get away from
IL. of course. by going below into the
cabin. By putting the deck between
him and that torturing ball OF fire. bui
In the cabin one couldn't breathe
One couldn't live In the cabin-Cap.
tain Mitchell was there and Captain
Mitchell was dead
Had Captain Mitchell anything 10
DO with those six Cinnamon? Or any.
hing TO do with Drink House Sam In
Singapore? And where was Il thost
six Chinamen had jeined-at Shanghai
like himself?
IL he could remember that he would
know whether Captain Mitchell haf
had hand In the cursed game. Hadn'i
Johnson said something about new
handsf But then native crews were
everlastingly shifting about. II was .
long way from Singapore 10 Shanghai
Who was this Drink-House Sam.
What was II Ting wah had said
.Dlink-HOuse Sam-hiIn know"
Him know. him know. him know
he words began 10 run through hts
mind in a singsong. crazy fashion
md then passionate. merciless an.c
seized upon him. and the splendid six
foot bulk Of the man heaved up from
The chair. and. clenched fist raised. Ia,
swayed upon his feet.
They had got him! Not the wa,
hey had thought to get hln-but they
hnd got him. And he could not fight
there was no one to fight-he couie
only die like a trapped rat, while thi,
Drink-House Sam laughed q Thousand
miles away!
"TIim know, him know. him know
he words coursed like fire through hi
brain. He shouted aloud. and tn,
nails OF his fingers I'm his clenchet
list bit into the palm OF his hand. III,
could not choke the life, as his owl
went out, from this devil in Singapor,
hat he had never seen-he could -ecl,
| lie.
The uplifted arm. as though to,
heavy for him, fell to his side, a ghast
| = Wilderness spread over his face, h,
ceeled. clutched at the skyIIght 70
support, and slipped prone upon tn
L I.aak h.
| again.
The viruience OF the attack passe,
after while. but for long time h
lay where he had fallen, weak an,
exhausted.
He was semi-delirIous when b
stood up again, and hung limpl
against the skylight. MedIcine-yes
that was what 1t meant-that stui
there spilled all about. He put som
into his mouth. His eyes fastened OF
the ships log open In front OF hin
What kind Of q book was that? VIVA
was II doing there? Had he been read
mgr He couldn't read when he wa
sick.
1t was very strange. No; he RI
membered now. he had been writing 4
It. Whenever any of the crew die
he wrote 1t down In the book.
And now the crew was all dead. an
he would be dead. too. very soon
therefore he should also write hi
pwn name down while he could sti
write. He remembered II all perfect
now-that was what the book was fol
He lurched forward and picked u
the fountain pen from where It ha
rolled into broken package of pow
Tered s|quinine.. He lurched agai
heavily as he leaned over the book.
nervols twitch of his hand gouged tn
tpeuEpoint Into the page and left blot
/ He shook his head In -gravely pui
lied way.
Ii was queer that the pen wouldn'
write as IL had written before;
seemed to travel all over the page
and-he paused. his hand going to hi
| eyes again-lt was strange that h
couldn't think of his own name!
He was first mate. he knew that
but-yes, his name came back to hir
now. He wrote on .lGboriOusly. III