The Dolores star., 1919-10-03

THE Dol
manifesto" which had been forgotten
In all the turmoil, could not escape
certain thrill as ! read the sigma
ture-for 1t was: "Henry P. To
bias, Jr."
That night we made Harbour island.
and met that welcome that can only be
met ut the lonely ends of the earth.
The commandant and the clergyman
took me under their wings on the spot,
and. though there was a good hotel,
the commandaut didn't consider 1t
good enough for me.
liked the attitude they took toward
my adventure. Their comments on
Henry P. Tobias, Jr." and the paper
had with me, were specially enlight-
ening.
''The black men themselves" they
both agreed, 'are all right, except. of
course, here and there. It's fellows
like this precious Tobias, real white
trash-the negroes name for them Is
apt enough-that are the danger for
the friendship Of both races. And it's
the vein Of a sort Of a literary ideal
ism in fellow like Tobias that makes
him the more dangerous. He's not all
to the bad"
II couldn't help thinking that too"
interrupted.
"Oh, no." they said. "but he's a bit
mad, too. That's his trouble. He's
got a personal. as well as an abstract.
grudge against the British govern
ment."
Treasurer" I laughed.
"How did you known" they asked.
"Never mind; somehow got the
idea"
'Take a word of advice. Have n
few guns with you, for you're liable to
need them"
IT agree" I remarked. 'Tll take
the guns all right, but I'm afraid I'll
need some more crew. I mean I'll
want an engineer. and another deck
hand"
And, just rs I said this, there came
up some one post-haste from the vii
-NS>s soAhS ohS' wv thul "dhtCu lllt
clergyman, as well as me, for my cap
tain was Ill. and at the point of death.
"What on earth can be the troubleT
I said, but, the three Of us, including
the commandant went.
We found the captain lying In his
berth, writh!ng with cramps.
what on earth have you been doing
with yourself, CapT I asked.
Il did nothing, sir, but eat my din
ner, and drink that claret you were
kind enough to give me-"
1.-The half-bottle of claret?"
"Ies, sir, the very same"
'Well, there was nothing to hurt
you In that" / said. did you take it
half and half with water, as 1 told
your"
Il did indeed. SIR"
TITS very funny" said. And then
as he began to writhe and stiffen,
called out to Tom: "Get some rum,
Tom, and make it boiling hot, quick
quick We must get him into a sweat"
Very soon we did. Then 1 said to
Tom:
what do you make out Of this smell
that's coming from him. Tom?"
Kerosene, sar," said Tom.
Il thought the very same" said.
Tom beckoned me to go with him to
the galley. and showed me several
quart bottles Of water standing on u
| shelf.
1.-TWO Of these were kerosene" he
said 'and I suppose Cap made a mis-
| take" for one looked as clear as the
other.
Then took one of them back to the
captain.
"Was 1t bottle like this you mixed
with the claret?" l asked.
Sure it was, SIR" he answered,
wrlthing hard with the cramps.
But mani" I said. Couldn't you
tell the difference between that and
water?"
II thought 1t tasted funny, boss, but
wasn't used to claret."
| And then we had to laugh asuin, and
I thought old Tom would die.
"a nigger's stomach and his head"
said the commandant, are about the
same. really don't know which Is
the Stronger
| The captain didn't die, though he
came pretty near to 1t. In fact, he
took so long getting on his feet, that
we couldn't wait for him; so we had
practically to look out for new crew.
with the exception of Tom, and Sailor.
The commandant proved good friend
to us in this, choosing three somewhat
characterless men, with good "char-
acters."
As we said goodby. with spanking
southwest breeze blowing, I could see
that he was little anxious about me.
"Take care Of yourself" he said,
"for you must remember none of us
can take care Of you. There's no set
tlement where you're going-no tele-
graph or wireless; you could be muir
dered, and none Of US hear of 1t for
mi