New Britain herald., 1924-05-29

| but Lord he'll be mad. There's only
 one other white man in the village,
 and that's the Remittance Man. Get
 in"
 It did not occur to either of them
 that they should take natives on
 this rescue trip. This was a white
 mans job. and it would take the
 white mans steel of heart. And they would not even so to sec about the ! Remittance Man. Surely he was too lost 10 manhood and self-respect 10
 be of any aid in this nights work.
 Hut they were suddenly brought mp sharp in their work of pushing
 off by voice in the darkness behind
 them. Wait a second, you fellows" the voice said. It was abrupt, al- most commanding in tone, and there was the sound of hurrying feet in tho snow. "I want to go."
 Even his irremcdiable disgrace--a disgrace that the northern men guessed at, but never knew in full--- had not destroyed a certain quality Of charm in the Remittance Mans voice. It was rich, full baritone, and it had an irrepressible boyish quality, a frankness and open -hcartedness that appealed instinctively even 10 these hard listed men of the North. The Remittance Man was from the States,' and the particular section Of which he was native could usually bc recognized by his accent: q softening of hard consonants and mellowing Of towels that is indigenous to the coun- try south Of the Mason-Dixon line. The two men in that boat heard no thick speech to show his drunken ness.
 In an instant his great breadth pushed between them. The two men tried 10 probe the dusk 10 see his face.
 Are you sobcr?" the man from the Jupiter asked bluntly
 Not entirely" was the answer. Sober as ever am. I'll be as sober as saint by the time we get out 10 that sinking ship"
 Then pile in. Push off. Larson" ,
 In moment more all three were aboard the Jupiter. the powerful, rugged engines had begun to rumble. { and the launch was struggling out to | sea.
 Captain Jim. at the wheel. stecrcd straight out until he was compara- lively out of danger of close lying reefs and shadows, then turned cast.
 He was a northern man, and the love of the soa was in the fiber Of his bcinE: but there was no joy tonight in his battle under the star-studded welkin. He found himself wishing that he was like that unexpected pas senEer the Remittance Man, too near drunk really to understand. He had deep feeling against going on-not fear, but rather a secret knowledge that he could not trace-and yet he could not turn back. It vas not in him 10 turn the wheel and steer back to the harbor when those yellow rockets signaled for help. The laws nf tho sra are fcw and old. but they hold like iron shackles. It Has moi that he went on against his will. that he could not. if he had So desired, find excuses 10 turn back. Men obey inc sea laws through love. not through hate: and 1t vas simply psrt Of him. and part Of all the sea breed that he represented 10 push on in answer to that signal in the darkness. But he wondered that inc Remittance Man should voluntarily choose te rome
 He turned Rig Chris Larson mostly a stranger fo him but yet one Of his own. hsrd-ssiling breed. Are sOu a sailor" he asked.
 The man stood ID from the bunk Hhere he had been brscing. Vas. sir" he answered. with instiuetive re- f speci. '1 sail in win -yammers for len year"
 There's no reason we shouldn't spread her canvas. The winds fair, and that little mainssil Vifl help 10 hold her steady. Get out on The ieck- I'll give you Eriksen to help"