Ladysmith news-budget. [volume] (Ladysmith, Rusk County, Wis.) 1907-1927, 1920-07-23

| there was no one to make rounds TO
there was only himself Rounds
Make rounds; it's time to max,
| rounds" the voice insisted.
He reused himself Yes, that wa:
so. Last time he had gone along thu
deck Ting Wah was still alive. The
man would be dead now probably, anC
the medicines weren't any good, any
way; it was air, Gods air, that was
wanted. Rounds Make rounds!"
He staggered up from his chair, col
lected some drugs and, Keeling to the
ships side where the rail would help
support him, made his way painfully
forward to where another awning was
stretched over the fore-deck. He kept
his eyes in front of him; there were
shapes about the deck covered with
anything that had first come to hand
shapes that should not have been there
only at the last Johnson and he had
been too weak to do anything but
throw coverings over them. He didn't
want to look at the shapes.
was OIIc 1OlIll, OulY Ouc, LldL
was uncovered, and he knelt besira it.
Ting Wah was still alive.
Medicine" said Wallen hoarsely.
The Chinaman pushed it away.
mo can take" he answered weak
~. "Me finish
"Wallen steadied himself with an
effort, and looked at the other closely.
1t was near the end; but still, as I'M
der certain conditions it sometimes
did, the disease had left the mans in
telligence unimpaired.
Look here, old chap" said Wallen
cheerfully through his own cracked
lips. "You never know. Buck up. Take
the medicine" He stopped to lift the
others head gently, and nearly fell
himself in doing it.
A sudden CLEAN of gratitude came
into the Chinaman's eyes.
"You glood man." he whispered.
"YOu all same glood man. But no can
take-all same finish now" He pushed
the medicine away again; and then
plucked at Wallen's sleeve, evidently
trying to get the mates head down
closer to his lips.
The man was going fast. Wallen
tried to force kindly smile.
what is it," he asked.
Listen" said Ting Wah. "Mebbe
you die too. Mebbe no. All same me
tell-yOu glOOd man-last night bling
medicine all night you glood man--me
me tell"
His voice trailed off weakly.
"Yes?" prompted Wallen kindly.
The man tried to speak, tried again,
but without avail.
Wallen's own head was reeling, pre-
of coming nausea.
Its all right, Ting Wah, it's all
'ight,' he said soothingly. Better not
Try to talk"
But now Ting Wah, with desperate
effort, raised himself to his elbow.
yes, me talk" he gasped out. "But
must talk quick. Me here, Won Su
lere, four more all same Cinnamon
come on bloard and make crew on ship
lere for all same knifee YOU
There was contortiOn in the mans |
ace, a pitiful struggle to fight back
he weakness and exhaustion that was I
lpOn him. Wallen stared at him in a
LACED way.
''Kill me, Ting Wah!" he cried out.
What for? You-you don't know
What you're saying, do you? You
lon't mean that" The Chinaman's
Elbow was slipping gradually away
rom beneath him, his eyes were
lOsed. The medicine spilled from
Vallen's hands onto the deck, and he
aught at the~other, propping him up.
Ting Wah! Ting Wah p he cried
gain, shaking the man to rouse him.
What do you mean? Ting Wah, don't
on hear me! What did you mean to
ill me for?"
not yet! Ting Wah's lips
ERE moving. Wallen bent his head
till closer to catch the words.
"Dlink-House Sam - Singapore -
i'm know"
That was all. It was over now.
FALLEN Strengthened up unsteadily
nd lurched to the rail where he could
ing on to something.
Six Cinnamon had shipped as part
the crew SO that they could kill him.
Thy? He laughed in a sick fashion.
hat did it matter? They were all
cad, those siX-and every one else
nd in a few hours he would be dead
70. He laughed again, a little hys-
rically. This Drink-House Sam of
ngapore, whoever he was, ought to
J satisfied with that!
He clawed his way back to the aft
deck, and dropped into his chair
rain. His brain seemed to go numb
II a time, to be Indifferent to every
ing-and then suddenly to become
active Six Cinnamon had
,ipped as members of the crew so
at they could kill him. 1t wasn't a