Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1921-01-01

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His voice lifted in high-p,tc Snva
appeal rang into the rKn of va
the kissing steam. the mur"t me deck
overhead. But there was no RESPONSE e
Again he called; and with IKE re-
suit The darkness was iNpeneela.
bic. but at that moment his fingers
found, 4, match loose in his coat pocN.
ct, and he struck 1t against JAM
Of the doorway in which ne "a"
halted. ~
For an instant only it famed; the
| draught from the great gaplns no.o
in the yachts side. which was h NJ
mentarily revealed auenching It DE-,
fore the stick was ignited. But IN
that instant Brooke got a glimpse u
the havoc wrought. The two state
| rooms had been wrecked disastrousiy.
Partition was jammed against par
tition, torn and rent and d1storlea'
while. the furniture, o~vertuIneu'
crushed and pounded to klnul.nss
was hardly recognizable. Ma1sress 20
and bedclothing not pinned pensas,,
the encroaching water by the tlveg
woodwork floated on the ever rising
surface.
There was no sign, though, so Tar
as he could see in that hasty survey
Of the bodies of Mumford and Rosen-
stein. Yet that they were there, pc
meath the wreckage. he had no DOUBT
He had used his only match--there
had been no time or thought IN MS
hasty dressing for such mpedlmentS
| as match boxes-and he realized thar
it was useless to try further inYestlga-
| ton in the pitch darkness. SO WIN
the water at his waist, he plunged
back through the now flooded saloon;
l 80 - ~ I@~~fl iH1S on"nanl0n 1uu
climbed in breathless haste, Nto the
deck. ~
!. The fog had lifted a little, and ne
saw a handful of the crew vaulting
I the rail to man the last of the yachts
boats. Captain Hartley had de-
scended from the bridge and was di-
recting the decentralization.
A hundred yards away the great
black hulk tof the coasting steamer
doomed through the gray mist: On
the darker gray waters that spread
between he could make out three
crowded boats disappearing one after
the other under the veil of the fog.
For Gods sake, man." Moore was
shouting, "hurry!" :
Brooke, who recognized his friend
now, standing beside the captain. re-
quired no urging.
He and Moore went yer the rail
together, and Captain Hartley, after
one regretful. glance backward along
the deck of the beautiful vessel, fol-
lowed them into the waiting boat.
ed Moore, as the sailors, bending to
their oars, caused the frail little
cockleshell to dart away from the
lside Of the fated Amaryllis.
NO." Brooke replied, gravely. II
surely didn't. But. equally surely,
nobody else will. Poor besgars. For
any creature to have lived in the hell
Of those staterooms was a sheer i'm
possibility"
After that, no one spoke for a time,
and there was no sound, save the
rhythmic plash Of the a blades and
the accompanying rhythmic of the
oars turning in the rowlocks.
Then, suddenly, across the silence,
the voice of the captain fell in what
seemed a reverberant wall:
"Oh, good God!"
At the same moment there came
back over the waters that which
moan. All eyes had been fixed or
the Keeling yacht, and now, just as
the fog settled down over her once
more, in a heavy gray blanket, leav.
ing nothing to be seen but a dim
shadowy streak, that streak wa:
swallowed up, and the waters and thu
fog rolled together aboye it.
CHAPTER VII.
n coasting steamer, whose mis-
fortune it had heen to run down tn,
Amaryllis, proved to be the Franklin
from Norfolk to New York, with /;
mixed cargo and a half a dozen pas
sengers. Her captain, a bluff, wealth
er-beaten, grizzled veteran name.
Conway. greeted Captain Hartley a
an old friend, invited him to his cab
in, and was there closeted with hin
for the better part Of an hour,
Brooke and Moore, meanwhile wer
forced to submit to the curious in
quiries of the Franklin's passengers
who. at the first shock of the col
llsion, had rushed upon deck in alarm
and on discovering small damage t
their vessel, and no danger to them
selves, had remained as intereste,
spectators of the transfer of tn
Amaryllis passengers and crew.
The two women from the yacht
suffering, it wasN said, from nervou
shock, were already below whe,
Brooke mi Moore climbed to tn
abroad. and were now, according t
the most talkative Of the passengers
being nlinistered to by the ships doc
tor.
Neither of the young men wa
inclined to be communicative, am
their answers to questions were TO
the most part monosyllable. TIL
sinking Of the yacht was a disaste
of sufficient magnitude in itself to b