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for Man is the Master of Things.
His soul to his soul Is a law,
and his mind Is a light to his
mind.
The seal of his knowledge is sure.
the truth and his spirit are
wed;
Men perish, but man shall en-.
dure: lives. die, but the, life il
not dead"
He finished the quotation and
paused to regard her with keen
eyes. Tell me something, Mary"
he continued. When came
into your cabin that night you
prayed to your God to help YOU,
did you really expect an answer
to that prayer" He spoke Gym
ically.
IT hoped for an answer" she
answered quietly, her placid gaze
on his face. And / got ii" she
added. resuming her knitting
again.
He blinked. Eyes" he drawl-
ingly inquired: Forgive me for
bringing up this distasteful sub
ject, but I'd like to know If you
saw anything after your prayer.
What / mean is-you called on
God to help you; did you see God
driving me out of the ROOM"
Il did not see him, but / felt
His presence.
He nodded. "Ah--and when
you felt this presence, you knew
you were safe and that / could
do you no harm"
Yes"
He resumed his pacing for a
while without speaking to her.
Their faith will move noun.
tains," he muttered. IF I had
been sober, wonder II her faith
would have prevailed"
He walked the deck for q few
minutes and then came and
leaned against the cabin trunk in
beside her chair. For q. space he
watched her nimble fingers ply.
ing the needles. According to
your creed" he observed unemo.
tionalIy, II am a bad character
You have made two great re-
forms since | came on board"
she interposed.
Yes he assented. I've cut
the drink and the assimilation of
erotic literature. But these were
bad habits. The drink is an
artificial stimulus which I should
not require. and its effects are
danlnable. The other stuff is on
par with liquor-it Is mental
intoxicant. prurient food for dis.
eased minds and weak manhood.
I have renounced the cult of
Bacchus and Aphrodite, ands I'll
give you credit for that"
Give the credit to God. An
son." she remarked softly, 'for,
though you have renowned Him.
vet His charity is boundless and
He never abandons His erring
children
Spoken like a little Quakeress,
Mary" he retorted with half
sneer. 1T give God no credit.
You. yourself. told me that my
remuneration was purely selfish,
So it was. Be consistent, please. I"
1--WE are consistent" she re-
piled, ''but let us credit God for
the good that we do"
CHAPTER 81
Arson waved his hand impa.
tiently. well, to get back to
the subject. How else would you
suggest that l make myself a
good citizen?"
Mary began to say something,
but hesitated to begin. Go on,
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NEVER in all his stormy career
~ had he undergone such period
of torment; but his indomitable
will. his extraordinary vitality.
pulled HIM through sickness
thai would have broken many
men or impeIled them to jump
overheard.
Clean living. and that wonderful
reiuVenator. the Sea, soon brought
him back to his old virility. The
blue ckies the steady Southeast
Trades the sunshine and warm
weather charged him with their
marvellous elixir. With the lag.
gard blood again stimulated and
pulsing strong in his veins. the
drugging effects Of his prolonged
orgy cleared from his brain and
he became himself again. The
crew of the Aphrodite. with that
mysterious telepathy peculiar to
ships companies. realized in some
subtle way that "Bucko Anse" was
once more the arbiter Of their des.
TIMES and his iron grip was on
them. Hes over his drunk now"
they observed. growlingly. in the
privacy of their forecastle. land
he'll start in to kill somebody. He
kicked Luggy Swenson away from
the wheel this mornin' COS he 'ad
the main r'yal aback."
CHAPTER 50
With regained health and nor
NAL spirits, Arson recast the
events of the preceding weeks in
his mind. He acknowledged max.
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CAPTAIN SALVATION By Frederick william wallace

ing fool or himself, admitted that
his adventure with 4 cille Damar.
est was a vast mistake, that his
cOndu towards Mary Phillips
was unnatural. His attack upon
her he put down to a drunken
passion.
He approved of the ruthless cast
ing away of his liquor and his
collection of erotic literature. He
Endorsed these actions without re.
greet. He had shown q weakness
in these things, and the whole
fantasy f Aphrodite seemed to
him now as a silly illusion, the
creation of a visionary ideal ais
illogical as Christianity, the mere
dedication of sexual passion to
which he had given the exagger-
ated :lCmage of an unreasoning
votary.
He had emerged from his mad
ness clear-eyed, calculating, deter
mined to control himself, to be-
lieve only what his eyes could see,
what his brain could comprehend.
Sioughing off the vices that he
reckoned as being facilitating, he
became a super-egotist. his will
and passions in leash, but con-
scious of his powers. The vision
that had shocked him he now
laughed off as the hallucination of
disordered imagination. the gro
tesque fabrication Of a mind dis
torted by alcohol.
But he had come to respect
Mary Phillips. He realized that
she haa a mentality as strong as
his. She was, he allowed, stronger
than he, inasmuch as she had
curbed her passions. He had har-
bored the deluaion that he could
have his way with all women.
Mary had proved herself an ex-
ception. He failed to shake her
faith in a Supreme Deity, to break
her pride, to confound her dignity,
to make her the creature of his
desires. And because of this he
admired her, and determined, with
a fine CONSCIOUSNESS Of his gener-
osity, to grant her his lordly
favor,
In this mood, he called her to
him. MARY" he said, kindly, II
want to tell you how much / APP
preciate your actions aboard here.
From now on. / wish you to be
passenger, to come and go as you
please. But. as I have no one to
take your place as stewardess,
perhaps you will be good enough
to do what you can in presiding
over the physical comfort of your
humble servant and the two
mates. Let your position be that
OF the hostess. as my friend and
fellowvoyager. To you, i am
Arson Campbell; to me. you are
Mary Phillips. I wish to make
YOUR trip with me as pleasant as
possible" His gaze on her face
was beneficently patronizing.
You are very kind, Arson, ~
she replied in the calm manner
Characteristic of her. II shall be
glad to do as you WISH"
He waved his hand condescend-
ingly; "Just make yourself at
home here. IF you want to read,
help yourself to my books. iii
have that cooks boy help you in
cleaning up the cabin. Let him
do the dirty work"
She murmered her thanks and
left him with the feeling that she
was granting him the favor. Her
quiet dignity, her calm poiss, irri-
tated him somewhat. AS a ship
master, ruler of seafaring slaves,
Arson had grown into the habit
of expecting profuse acknowledg-
ments for small concessions. IT
was hard for him to associate the
olympian attitude from his I'M
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NoW Go On With The Story

cause of Jackie and me. You
think there's no solution. But
there is. Roen. Jackie is 15-
old enough. He can go to work.
And you can co.
"Oh. can /, mother?" said Roen,
stricken--pale and rigid. do you
think Jackie could earn enough
at Is, mother? He can earn 500
month. Where? Where can
he even get $50? Times are not
so gala! And you think Jackie
is going to be deprived. You
think I'll let him be cheated?
For Michael? For ANYONE!
Why. if Michael wanted this
il even for a moment he asked
1t, I'd fling him away and never
look at him again"
She flung her head back, pride
ringing in her deep, passionate
tone: But he doesn't! He knows
what Jackie means to me. It was
Michael who talked so against
Jackie keeping the paper route
He said a growing boy needed
athletics and it was terribly wrong
to deprive him. Michael would
die of shame to have Jackie
grabbed out of school and sent to
work to spare usl
We've waited six years
Dearie, " she went on more gently.
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Millions Of Families Depend
onDr. Caldwelps Prescription

When DR.. Calwell started to prac-
tice medicine, back in 1875, the
needs for a laxative were not as
great az they are today. People
lived normal, quiet lives, ate plain,
wholesome food. and got plenty of
fresh air and sunshine. But even
that early there were drastic physics
and purges for the relief OF constl-
patton which DIR. Caldwell did not
believe were good for human be-
angs to put into their system. So
he wrote a prescription for a laxa-
tive to be used by his patients.
The prescription for constipation
that he used early in his practice,
and which he put in drug stores
in 1892 under the name of DR..
Caldwell's Syrup Pepsin, Is a liquid
vegetable remedy, intended FOR
women, children and elderly peo-
pie, and they need just such a
mild, safe, gentle bowel stimulant
as Syrup Pepsin.
Under successful management
this prescription has proven its
worth and is now the largest sell
ing liquid laxative in the world.
The fact that millions of bottl Is
are used year proves that it has
won the confidence of people who
needed it to get relief from head.
aches, biliousness, f1atulence, udi
gestion. loss of appetite and slean,
bad breath, dyspepsia, colds and
fevers.
Millions of families are now neyer
without DR.. Ca1dwells Syrup Pep,
sin and If Won will once start ,1Sf,,e
It you will also always have a bot.
tie handy for emergencies.
II is particularly pleasing to
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bendings. The trivial charities of
the King should be magnificent
largess to the serfs.
With the new order Of things,
the Aphrodite ploughed steadily
south. carrying the freight in her
holds over unfathomed depths and
unvisioned sea-floors. Day after
day, the winds of heaven filled
her piling sails and the log.lins
trailing astern mechanically reg
istered the myriad miles of her
watery traverse. In monotonous
sequence the sun rose and set. the
stars came with the dark, only
the navigator being aware of the
minute alterations in their bear
ings with the little world upon
which they floated.
The strong Trades blew them
into the 'variabIes" again, and
the yards went swinging around
to the Pickering draughts until
they reached to the southland of
the River Plate. It being prior
to the pampero season, none of
these squalls were met with, and
the Aphrodite logged on to the
Horn without incident. One sea
day was very like another. and
only the color of the water and
the changing temperature of the
air betokened that the ship was
lifting her ATTITUDES.
Well soon be up with the
Horn. There's a Cape Stiff SEN
try" Anson. pacing the poop,
pointed out an albatross, pinion.
ing his way down the wind.
Mary, seated on a camp stool
knitting, regarded the great bird
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} he urged. I'm not going to be
offended. Tell me my faiIings."
you are tyrannical. You care
nothing for the comfort and hap
piness of your employees"
You mean the crew."
She nodded.
Il expected that" he answered.
but that must be chalked up to
the system. Sea service breeds
hrutes. for the ships and the
gallows refuse nothing. They" he
nodded forward. know it and
accept 1t They can pull them
selves out of serfdom if they want
to. ] did it, so can they. If
they can't, through mental and
physical incapacity, then they
don't have to go seafaring. You'll
admit that" He paused.
She shook her head, uncon-
WINGED. 1T is because they are
treated like brutes that they are
brutal" she observed. IF seafar.
ing was humane and your disci-
pline less tyrannous, better men
would go to sea with you
I'm surprise you for once,
Mary" he said abruptly. Then,
turning. he called to the mate,
pacing to leeward. Muster ali
hands aft, Mr.. Crosby. / want
to speak to Them
They came at the mates below
ing hail and stood. a mob of rag
ged nondescripts, waiting below
the poopbreak. dull-eyed and apa.
thetic. More hellery. / guess, !"
murmured one man without NOV
ing his lips. Their commander
lounged across the rail-, running a
hard eye over the crowd.
Men," he said quietly, II
think you've learned q lesson.
Wen ease UP on the grind for
spell. From today youn have
your Sundays to yourself and
we'll knock off the work In night
watches. Show smart and willing,
obey orders without sojering or
hanging back, and you'n get along
with me and my officers. That'll
: do, men,
They received the speech in
silence-expressions of suspicious
wonderment on the faces of some
and trooped forward and to their
labors again with half flung
glances over their shoulders as
though expecting to be hailed and
told that it was joke. A small
favor, perhaps, their master had
granted them. but such favors
were as "sleepe after toyle, port
after stormie seas"
Arson returned to Mary and
found appreciation in her eyes.
THAT was kind Of YOU" she
began.
,"Oh. don't hand me any com.
pliments-yet." he interrupted.
Just wait and see how they'll
interpret it.. After they've
chewed the news over in their
fosc'sle parliament they may
think I'm snarled in my headgear
and they'll cock their tails up"
Mary could have exploded many
of his PHILOSOPHERS, but she had
sense enough to realize that men
of his type are not convinced
through argument.
"Just what Is your idea of
God?' he inquired one day. He
was pacing the deck beside her
and his expression was consid-
crate, serious.
Her answer was simple. God
is Lover"
That's a hackeneyed text OF
Christianity" he protested. But
what does it mean?
ITO Be Continued Tomorrow
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with interesting eyes. mir.
Crosby claims they are the souls
of dead sailors she remarked,
smiling. He seemed quite seri-
Gus about it."
IT'S an old sea superstition, +"
observed the other. "Coleridge
immortalized the albatross In his
Ancient Mariner" you win re-
member" But sailors faiths are
tickle and childish"
Then you do not believe in
any of the superstitions of sail.
ors?"
None of Them" declared An.
son decisively. 1--WE violated
every superstition invented by
sailors to see what would hap.
pen, and nothing happened. SUI
perstition is like religion-man's
dissatisfaction with realities"
Il don't agree with you there.
Anson."
He laughed. ~ know you
don't, and it makes me wonder
why intelligent. cultured, reason.
ing minds will cling to these in.
tangible religious faiths. Your
praying to an invisible God is on
a par with the savages who kill
chickens and burn paper on the
fetish invented by some astute
priest. All Of them are man
made. Religion is merely super.
stition. / believe nothing | can.
not comprehend; / respect only
mans power. Have you heard
Swinburnes hymn on man?
Glory to Man in the Highest,
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AN INTERESTING RING

In one more Michael will be
earning enough"
And then" murmured Dearie
softly. fearfully. her pale thin
fingers laced across her eyes.
you will be married and Michael
shall support us all?"
Roen covered. The words so
BADLY stated altered everything.
Made them seem beggars.
Yes" Dearie went on very
stilly. This is what you intend.
But this, Roen. you shall never
do. / shall not permit Michael
to support me and your brother.
Because it would be disastrous to
you, to him-to all of us. In a
very short while there would be
no peace-there would be bitter.
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Clear, Fresh Skin
Wins Admirers

First impressions are lasting. A
woman may be ever so sweet and
lovely, but il her skin L. duh and
lifeless she will always be passed
up for the one who knows that the
secret Of popularity is a youthful,
clear complexion.
II your skin is discolored, freckIed,
tanned and coarse, clear it and re-
vlve that satin texture it once had
by simply nassaging it with the
dainty and fragrant lotion which so
many women are using. Ger !. a
three-ounce bottle Of Orchard White
from your nearest dealer and
squeeze the juice of two lemons
into it.
You will never go another day
without looking like a fairy queen
after You once see how smooth and
dewily fresh it keeps your skin.
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MIKE TELLS HIS PLANS

II you mean to go on with this
plan, I'll send Michael away. I'll
never see him again! I'll-l'll-"
She turned her back quickly.
.clapping her hands over her face.
Standing so she was miserably
aware of Dearie weeping-Deari
pressing the pretty handkerchief 10
her eyes. She went duly to the
pantry and poured a glass of wine.
She filled the glass too full and
took little sip. How rakish was
the windmill on the old blue willow
plate!
She thought Of Jackie-his gay
chuckling laugh that was so like
Bobby-dad' s-tlne frightening of
his face now to stronger lines.
Above tho sink on a little shelf
were a row of jelly glasses. And in
these were Jackie's treasures pre-
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need to go out and take in
washing"
Her mother trembled, the thin,
delicate fingers laced over her eyes.
You do not fool me, Roen. I've
seen for long time. I've thought
deeply. 1t should be as 1 We said.
Jackie and l can get along -"
Quivering with alarm-pale with
it-Roen swept about. confronting
Dearie with white, besecching face:
Have you said these things to
Jackie? Mother. tell mer'
Without moving the pale, thin
hands, Jackie is able to see for
himself, Roen. He's fond of Mi
chael He doesn't wish. any more
than /, TO stand in your light"
mo? Well. just spoil Jackie's
life, mother, If you want to stand
in my light! Just ruin this for mel
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ness and resentment In this
house.
II am not mlsjudging Michael.
II he had money. 1t would be
different. / would feel it my
duty to take cheerfully what you
wished to give. / could do this
knowing 1t meant no hardship
but do you think, Ronnie.
will sit here and take what
know can only be grudgingly
given?"
"Oh, mother."
Yes! Inevitably this stage
would be reached. Because the
burden is unfair, Roen. shall
never eat this bitter bread!''
Roen shut her eyes. After q
long, weighted, exhausting pause:
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HER MOTHERS WISH

Observation-Disclosures must dis.
cover his oil we'll"
1t was July--a dreary month
with the fogs rolling bleakly
through the straits. Roen got up
heavily and stirred the fire.
After while she went over
and stood behind her mothers
chair. She twiped the soft, clus-
tering curls on her finger. She
felt drained-yet called upon to
say something: You're alone TOO
much. Dearie And you're melan.
choly. I'm in no hurry why
should l be? Why should YOU
think I'm impatient to be mar
ried? Indeed I'm not! And Mi.
chael has plenty of time. I'll
give you notice-thirty days no.
tice. Dearie darling. before you
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know that the most of it is bought
by mothers for themselves and the
children, though Syrup Pepsin is
just as valuable for elderly people.
All drug stores have the generous
bottles.
We would be glad to have you
prove at our expense how much
DIR. Caldwell's Syrup Pepsin can
mean to you and yours. Just
write. Syrup Pepsin," MontI>eilo,
Illinois, and we will send you IRE.
paid q FREE SAMPLE BOTTLE,
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g ND we can't go on like this
A too long. RoeAy, we may
wait too long. Wen be Did" He
crossed his arms gently about her
and looked with wet, laughing eyes
into hers:
Have you promised? ashore.
say that you will.
She reached up and touched his
face. 1t was so winning. She said,
yearning, filled and suffering with
love: II will Dear Michael.
yesn'
And giving this promise, hid her
face against him, wanting his arms
between her and the fear within
her thoughts.
CHAPTER IS.
One evening this happened.
Subtly and with subconscious
dread Roen had expected it.
She was sitting in the living
room with Dearie. There were
weary lines about Dearie's mouth.
And those moods of gracious ten
derness when she would brim
Roen's heart with her thrilling
"Ronnie-my blessed, blessed
girl those moods were rare.
Sometimes the loneliness shining
as a lighted altar in Rooms child.
hood grew very dim. Once Roen
came upon her mother sitting
before a mirror, looking in horror
at her image. She turned with a
start. She pretended to laugh,
the look of horror freezing her
lips. I'm an old woman. Ron
niei'
This information was a bitter
shock. Afterwards Roen noticed,
and broke her heart noticing, the
puffs under Dearie's eyes-the
Fuckers that sometimes marred
that wondrous, waiting mouth.
1t hurts the spirit to see beauty
one has loved in the process of
decay.
This night Dearie said softly:
"Ronnie, come and sit here where
you used to sit"
why do you speak in that
tone, mother2"
Dearia smiled in a forlorn way.
as though things were leaving
her.
"Why do you say sit here
where you used to sit?'"
Eyes, Ronnie, on the little foot.
stool as you used to sit long
while ago, when you begged for
my hand in your hair"
Roen moved over-heart-
shaken-aImost unable to bear it
when the light, delicate fingers
touched the feathery strands at
her temples.
''I'm standing in your way,
Ronnie. I know more than you
think"
what way? What way have
/ that a small thing like you,
Dearie, can block?'
But she guessed what Dearie
was about to say and felt warm,
frightened UP, trembling.
"You want to marry Michael.
And you cannot because of your
brother and me"
mo. That's not so! Even if
we were alone we couldn't marry
yet"
Dearie repeated quietly: you
want to marry Michael. You
dare not even make a plan be-
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A Gripping Serial Of the Love Of a Girl
and Her Great Sacrifice, by the
Author of ''Chickie."
Read This First:

IN first great love- ROen Ross appealing lovely
O gay aeSssd college lad pledge their tot They spend
81 returns to BERKELEY where he taking vyer n
Burton Of an insurance firm ROen the
invalid mother, "Dearie
The night before he died five previous father Bobby
entruss these the
down the future DUST when she staggering
lurton her employer, begins
win him. Roen sacrifice night
commencement he ROen
proposes He glowing
tempting picture of the things
Michael
stakes all Michael deaenng
that will fail
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This Day in Our History

IN July H. 1872 the United Department received
protest from the British against provision which
consideration to the effect that there would be free toll
ships in the pending Panama Canal bill.
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A Queer Hindu Belief

BECAUSE thought that the of the blowing
an instrument sacegous Hindu sect invented The
throat trumpet The player huns the and the vibration
throat agitates diaphragm in the mouthpieces
Evening star., 1927-08-16
7. T.W.LOCKWOOD,JR.,
CALLED BY DEATH
Widely Known Retired Busi'
ness Man Dies in Troy,
N. Y, Hospital.

Thomas W. Lockwood jr., widely
Known retired business man, prom
inent in church and patriotic ac-
tivities here. died of cerebral hem
orrhage in the Samaritan Hospital al
Troy. n. Y. his old home, yesterday
afternoon. He had been in i'll health
a month. but was supposed to be con-
valescing when the end came. He
was ~ years old.
Mr.. Lockwood came to this city
after retiring from the hardware
business in New York 35 years ago
and resided at 2212 Massachusetts
avenue.
He was a deacon in the Church of
the Covenant. Presbyterian. and had
for many years been member of the
board of manSgers Of the Sons Of the
Revolution. in which orga niZation he
took an active interest, always attend
ing it's various ceremonies. He also
was a member of the Chevy Chase
and Racquet Clubs.
He is survived by his widow, Mrs.
Sarah M. Lockwood. and two sons,
Homer Winthrop Lockwood of Sara
nae Lake, n. Y. and Chester w. Lock
wood of Washington a grandson,
Winthrop Carter Lockwood Of Wash.
ington: a brother, Hanford n. Lock.
wood of Pasadena. Calf, and sister,
Miss Charlotte II. Lockwood of Lajola
Calf.
The funeral will be held privately
tomorrow morning at 10 o'clock at
Earl Memorial Chapel. Troy. Burial
will be in Oakwood Cemetery there.
Mr.. Lockwood was member of a
family prominent in Troy for several
generations.
Mr.. Lockwood was born there the
son of Thomas w. and Mary Thomas
Lockwood. He was educated at the
Troy Academy and started his bust
ness career in the industry in which
his father was already engaged-the
Troy Gas Light Co.. predecessor OF
the Troy Gas Co. Mr.. Lockwood be-
came treasurer of the company.
During his stay in Troy Mr.. Lock
wood was member of the old Second
Street Presbyterian Church. He was
prominent in the affairs of the Troy
Citizens Corps. the Troy Club and
the Laureate Boat Club.