New Britain herald., 1924-06-04

his attentions.
 But Peter had not drowned. He was rescued hy another ship answer ing the same call, However, his ap- pearance is comr rletely changed by in- juries received in the wreck.
 NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY Two days sail from the Unalaska a broken part forced the Dolly Bettis into little settlement in the Shuma- gin Islands: and when the ship had fastened to the dock for repairs Pete found, to his consternation, that he was in squaw Harbor, instantly re- membered as the home port of the Jupiter. For the moment he was shaken with fear. Although his old stamping ground was on the other side of the Peninsula, the fame of the Remittance Man had carried down this far: and likely there were men here who would recognize him as Peter Neville. His first instinct was to duck below and remain in hiding
 But already that chance was gone. As he turned, he ran squarey upon two mon who had just encircled the pilot house; one of them was his captain, and the other AlecS Brad ford. the superintendent Of the ean- nery, and the last man on earth whom he wanted to see now. Brad ford had once offered him the hos pitality Of the little bachelor lodge he had built at the edge of the sea. IL seemed inconceivable that the lat tor should pass him without rccog- milton. Peters heart leaped as tho man walked by without a glance.
 Hut he was not safe yet. The captain was Immediately behind Bradford, and he stopped Pete with an outstretched hand.
 There had been fow more terrify- ing seconds in Pete's life.
 Ho halted. brcathless and deSthly palc under his brown wind-tan and suphurn The officers eyrs were friendly: Indeed he seemed less aioof, more companiona hle than ever be- fore. Come here, Aleck." he. said easily to the man in front Brad ford turned with no look other than friendly interest. Meet Pete--l.ime- juice Pete to his friends, Pete this is Mir, Rtadford, of the cannery" Bradford's smile and handclssp were cordial. Pete, Mir. Bradford has the biggest run Of Reds he ever had in his life in new trap he was crafty enough to find. and he's in need of some good labor, You were going to' get off up hero a ways any how--why don't you ask for A job here with Mir. Bradford ?'
 trntil this moment Peter had never realized how completely his appear nnce had been changed. Now. as Bradford gazcd straight at him Sith- out even hint of recognition, with no sign that this bearded sailor even recalled any one he had met, the fu- ritise's elf-confidcncc mounted like a flame. I'd be mighty glad to work here" he said quietly, ''if Mr. Brad ford can usc me-"
 "I can use you all right. I'll put you on the web-crew at the usual wages. I've never quite caught up With myself since I lost SO many O. my best men in the Jupiter disaster. By ehe way. Cap'n. you were standing by when that happened"
 "Yes. We'd gone 10 help the Wig ten-same as your boat, guess. Pete. here, was on the Nieten-the single survivor. or course, we put out a boat and cruised around until there was no hope of finding any one else alive-then went on without waiting for the dead to drift ashore. 1no aIs IsNrf on the shore, and how he got through those reefs was a miracle. We saw just dimly in the dawn. inc Jupiter break up, but she was too far away for us to help. How many men did you lose on the Jupiter when she went down."
 "Ail aboard. as you know-six Of my men. stranger from Nushagak whose body was never recovered his name turned out to be Larson and that chap that used to go as Peter Nevilie-we called him the Re mittancc Man. and he lived in ma tive village on tho other side"
 It seemed beyond belief to Pete that these men would not hear tho wild. drumlike heat of his heart. Did you find most of tho bodies?" he asked. when at last he could trust himself to speak.
 About half of both crews. The Remittance Man, by the way. turned out to he puite a fellow down south as I had always guessed His real name was something like fhat-and he'd got in 3 drunken F,ra rtI and killed a Tnan-was ip here hiding. He wss almost cut 10 pieces by the craes. and they identified him hv some papers found in his coat. The poor devils lying buried over on t1e Boring Sea side. just about where they found the body"
 rete's face was white. but l1e held himself with an iron grip. The truth was plain enough now. He had given his coat. that night 10 the big Morse man-Big Chris Larson. the men had l called him-and it was Larson's body that Jay buried on the main I land opposite; it was I.arson's name l instead. of his own that should be in- seribed on the rude headstone. He could go to work here. un- { challenged and unsuspected. It was as if he had died and grown ID again; that with his new appearance he must also gain new persouaiity--not that of the wealthy son of cfivalry, Peter ] Nevhall, but that of simple Pete.