Evening star., 1923-11-07

Public Ledger Company.
) member topping the screen and the
man behind II over on the floor as
Jumped sideways for the window; and
remember a glimpse of his terror
,aea res, race. his eyes staring at me. his
mouth wide open. as I took a head
long dive over the window SILL The
stoker picked me up. and we started
on the run.
The police were scramblingthrouef
be told that there wouldn't be a hanny ~
time ahead IL I were caught. Apart
! from that tout who, though l had
hotning to do with 1t. gave the affair
very serious aspect. l was good 70,
me unit on the statute books for
resisstlng arrest In the first place, and
! LOT knocking out an officer in the sec
/ ona. But the stoker knew his way
aoouC we gave the police the slip
ana a little later on we landed up in
a,s sailors boarding house run by a
i Lasear Joe: We lay there hidden
while the tout got better, and the
spanish hfdalgo got sent up for a long
Term 1or murderous assault Finally
L-ascar Joe slipped the stoker aboard
% s%Une snip: and week or so later he
sHppeu me. the transfer being made
IN the night. aboard a frowsy tramp
bound for New Zealand"
me young man paused, evidently
/ inviting comment
Go on" prompted the man with
the quill toothpick, softly.
There isn't very much more" said
the young man. He laughed shortly
! AS far as ] know I'm the sole sur.
vivor from that tramp. She neye,
got TO New Zealand; and that's how
l got here to Samoa. She went dowr
! In hurricane.
II was washed ashore on one O,
this group of islands about forty o,
fifty. miles from here. don't know
much about the details; I was pas,
knowing anything when the bits O,
wreckage on which I had lashed my
self days before came to port. There
v,e,ta weren't any was going to say
| wrong about that. The Samoans are
about the whitest people on Gods
green earth. found that out. There
were only natives on that island. ]
! lived with them for about two
! lly with them. especially the old fell
low who originally picked me up halt
drowned and unconscious on the
beach. and who took me into the
| bosom Of his family. Then the mis-
ssiohary san'. r.,t boat "a came along; and I came
/ The young man laughed again sud-
denly, jarring note In his mirth.
| oont suppose you've heard that
| original remark about the world be-
ing such small place after all! !
! figured that back here in Apia a
shipwrecked and destitute white man
| would get the glad hand and at least
a chance to earn his stake Maybe
he would ordinarily: but I didn't
hadn't said anything to the mission
ary about that Honolulu escapade
and l was keeping 1t dark when ]
got here and started to tell the ship
| wreck end of my story over again
Queer isn't it? Lined up in about the
first audience l had was the gentle
man with the pasty face that I had
old Chink's faro dump. He was one
| of the big guns here and had beer
away on a pleasure trip, and Homo.
| lulu had been on his itinerary. That
settled 1t. The missionary chap spoke
up bit for me. I4l give him credit
for that, though I had a hunch he was
! going to use that play as an opening
| wedge in an effort to reform me later
| on. But 1 had my fingers crossed
The whites here turned their backs or
me, and turned my back on the mis-
sionary. That's about all there was
to 1t. That was about two weeks ago
| and for those two. weeks I've lfvef
In another of Mr.. Dante's delightful
= Hs,sss -, = suaasniy upriEht;:s erenehet
Not a cent! Not a damned sou.
| marquee! Nothing but this torn shirt
and what's left of these cottor
! .He, lay back on the saad autte a.
suddenly again, and fell to laughing
1 softly.2 = -
Tick 1t was the quill, toothpicls
| ..seut at that" said the young man
I'm not sure you could. cah me 6
cynfc. though the more / see Of my
own breed as compared with the so.
t.calted heather the less think of-my
Town breed! 1 still had a card up my
,.sieeve.e;tI had "a letter of introduction
to a real gentleman and landed pro.
isprietora here, His name, was Manu-
! and he gave me his hoese~ to live in
| and madeline free of his taro and hi,
| breadfEuit and all his. worldly pos.
sessions. and 1t was the old natfv.
1 who took care. of me on the Other
| island. that gave me, the letter. I
never mind that noW.s 3.
b. -tHSplendid isolationLs That's me foi
thellast two;weeks as q GROSS betweeI
! q fparfah and e. marigy curi Wha
amazes me most lis myself tn,
still in the land Of the living ano
:, walking blithely around. Funny
isn't It? That's one reason I wa.
crazy to get away-before anything
happened to him."
!
q handful of sand. then opened ant
(. allowed the grains to trtckle' slowl,
through the fingers, and its owne
| laughed softly again. I've LIVED
| through hell here in those two weeks
! 1 guess we're only built to stand 81
much. was about at the end'of m.
| rope when the mail steamer put IL
| yesterday. hope I haven't ideaiizet
my sojourn here in a way that woult
cause you to minimize my necessit,
for getting away, no matter to wher'
or by what means! Manu- and 1 wen
out to the ship in his outrigger. Per
! haps 1 would have had better luck i
(, 1 had run into any other than tn
particular mate 1 did. / don't know
I offered to work my passage. Per
! haps my fame had already gon,
/ abroad-or aboard. He invited me tc
make another excursion into Dante
| land. But when he turned his back
on me I slipped below and tucked
, myself In behind some of the copra
sacks they were loading. Once the
| steamer was away l was away with
I her, and l was willing to take wha1
was coming. But l didn't get a chance
l guess the mate was sharper than