New Britain herald., 1924-05-31
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 Big Chris turned toward the door. 1 Captain Jim smiled dimly when the
 Remittance Man got up, too,
 You are no sailor," he commented. I Nope! That part of my education | was neglected. But any one who has done as much fancy balancing 1 to keep his feet as I have in the last year will be steady man in the tops,
 I'll go out and be in that big Nor 1 wegian's way"
 | The mellow, easy voice some way 1 hcartened the man at the wheel. His l pale blue eyes frankly studied the l handsome, clean-cut face, now plain | ly revealed in the light of the pilot | house. This southerner had wasted
 the birthright of a powerful physique. l He was a tall man, extremely broad
 of shoulder and big of bone, and a
 careless glance might have attributed
 to him even such physical power as
 that of Big Chris, whom he resemblcd greatly in build. But there was no iron in those big. loose muscles. There was still, in his face the
 lingering image of what had unques-
 tionably been a general allowance of
 real, manly good looks. The cap
 tains gaze was quick and penetrative
 tonight, and he could see back into
 the mans past: ha could see the man
 of which this half-drunken, dissi-
 patCd creature was the image. Far away, and not long ago, he had been t youth Of the greatest personal eharm wcll-bred, perfectly man. nered. alfectionate and good natured: amiaby week yet chivalrons, quick 10 sympathy, kind and friendly 10 in- feriors but recognizing no superiors; certain wcll-loyed type of southern gentleman of an old school.
 Curiously enough the man was clean-shapen; and the only explana- tion was that the lingering image of self-respcct that kept him from crossing his blood with the Aleuts also kept him personally we'll groomed. His beard, however wonld have been decidedly brown; his shock of curly hair was light brown.
 "All right" Captain Jim pro- nounced tlast. Go out and help Big Chris all you can"
 Tho Remittance Man turned in obedience, and the tilting, wave washed deck brought him to so- brlcty quickly. Tho danger. tho night and tho stars, most of all the eternity of punging waves on which the ship was borne wakened an odd, dark mood. sranger to him in all the reckless, happy years Of his youth. Some way he saw this North of his in a new light. For the first time ] since he had como here. he was sober ,, enough 10 catch the real tone, to feel l the spirit or these desolate seas and the eerie, savage rock-bound shores they washed. He had never thought about them in particular before. He 1 had simply lived in a nightmare 1 world of drink, and all the stern magic of this land had passed him l by. But he was receptive to it to- i night.
 Ii was such a mood as could easily | hurl him into tragic regrets If ho had lei himself golf he had not long ago forsworn all regrets. In , the first place there was no particu- [ lar act of his--not even the tragic ! outcome Of the launch ride on the Savannah Rivcr-to which he could directly attribute his downfall; it had really been combination of circum- many Of which had been be- | yond his direct control.
 Ho had been weak, true enough drinking rather too much than was good for him. but no more than other men of his class. and not one-tcnth . as hard as he was drinking now in forg"tfulurss. JIc had been jealous with little cause: but this was also a human trait. IL vas simply that for all his suspicious beginning. his care frer youth and the wonder or those first inenab1c months Hiih . Dorothy-tho cards of fate had been stacked against him. So it was neither wise nor fitting that he should yield himself to regret. There . was no use of fighting when there was nothing to win. He could never go home. f1e must always be a fugitive from the world of men. lie ! must stay here fill he died.
 If seemed 10 him now that this ultimate end was nearer than he he'd 8ver dreamed. There was a strange sense or fnalty about this voyage.
 The wind was like whiplash out Of the northwest. stineing his eyelids. him as he braced himself pn the tilting deck. seeking every little entrance through sleeve. and rollar into his vitals. h the lone illness Of his mood if did not occur to him at once that his fellow watchman might be likewise suffering. He only knew tlle truth when Big Chris paused beside him, cursine.
 God. wish I had my coat" he said. Like dam fool l lief it in lat natives shack"
 The Remittance Man gazcd at him n quick amazement Ii was true: -hris' heavy mackinaw short alone saved him from the lash of the cold.
 Good Lord. wish you'd take nine.''." the Remittance Man an- ywered promptly. Tim sweating ike a forsn--"
 He saw the look of inerndulous irnazement in Jarson's face. 'Yas, ron are" he began n derision.
 T am. no foolins. I guess it's the I 4nssar Ecefdre Tee ~ns . rar5bos4 l