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The Wister News
A. A. Harder, Editor and Pub.
WISTER,
OKI j A.
&he
LAST VOYAGE
of the
MA ISABEL
By Randall Parrish
Author of
"Hob Hampton of Vlaetr," He.
Illustrations by Dearborn Melvill ■ >
Copyright A. C. McClurg A Co.. lswh.
SYNOPSIS.
The story opons with the Introduction
cf John StopheiiH, adventurer, a Massa-
chusetts ninn marooned by authorltU-s at
Valparaiso, Chile. Being Interested in
mining operations In Bolivia, he was de-
nounced by Chile as an Insurrectionist
and as a consequence Was hiding. At his
hotel his attention was attracted by an
Kn^Hshman and a young woman.
Stephens rescued the young woman from
a drunken officer. He was thanked by
her. Admiral of the Peruvian navy con-
fronted Stephens, told him that war had
been declared between Chile and Peru
• nd offered him the office of captain. He
desired that that night the Esmeralda, a
Chilean vessel, should be captured.
of glasses pounding upon the rough
tables. Indeed, a wild, hilarious mob
greeted me loudly as I pressed aside
the heavy curtain and stepped within.
I cast a quick, comprehensive glance
over the faces, upturned through the
enveloping haze—Swedes and Finns
from the North sea, Dutchmen of the
Ilaltic, hairy Englishmen from the
channel, Yankees of the West Atlan
tic, beach-combers from out of the
South seas, with here and there a
negro or brown-faced Kanaka to add
to the variety. Faith, it was a choice
collection, as though the wide waters
of the world had been skimmed to
bring together that rare crew of beau-
ties. Perched high upon a table, his
long legs encased in sea boots, seated
astride a chair, sat the singer, his
mop of coarse red hair standing erect,
his jaw that of a bulldog, the scar of
a recent knife wound showing ghastly
across one cheek, his blue shirt open
at the throat to reveal a hairy chest;
beneath thatched brows his eyes
glinted and gleamed in a ferocious at-
tempt at good humor.
"Sing, ye bullies!" he roared, after
one inquiring glance toward me, bring-
ing his heavy glass down on the back
of the chair. "I^ay it out fer the gent,
whut has just come callin' on ye. Tune
up, ye sea dogs. I'm no hopera hartist
here to entertain ye. Give us a swing
to the chorus now, or I'll shy this mug
into yer blooinin' faces. Lift the tune,
my hearties, and show the dagoes out-
side whut ye can do. Now at it:
The captain's bride was fair to see;
Swing hard! bend low!
She mocked at him; she smiled at me;
Swing hard! bend low!
"Oh, to hell wid that sorter love-sick
stuff," cried a protesting voice, hoarse-
ly. "That's no good sailor song, Dill.
Give us somethin' to start our pipes."
The giant in the chair scowled.
"Ye're a lot o' dubs, an' not fit sail-
or-men," he retorted, savagely, drain-
CHAPTER III—Continued.
I walked the floor twice from wall
to wall, thinking swiftly, the sodden
cigar clinched tightly between my
teeth. I could perceive no reason why
the deed might not be accomplished
if luck favored, and I was sufficiently
young so that th6 danger rather ap-
pealed than repelled. Suddenly I
wheeled and faced him, still seated at
the table.
"You may fill out the blank, senor,"
I announced, quietly. "I will try a
throw of the dice."
CHAPTER IV.
In Which I Meet My Crew.
The polite hotel clerk halted me as
I passed his desk on the way out with
information that a drunken naval offi-
cer—evidently Sanchez—had been
there twice already seeking me, had
also asked for Lord Darlington, and
would return again at ten o'clock. I
thanked him, smiling to myself, won-
dering if the English nobleman was
to be challenged also, and promptly
disappeared into the night without.
The unfortunate affair with the ag-
grieved lieutenant had become a small
matter no longer troubling me.
I have wandered by night through
most of the seaports of the world,
knowing well the intricacies and dark
places of Port Said, Melbourne and
Calcutta, but I doubt if even the un-
speakable orient can equal for dirt,
squalor, crime and peril those narrow,
crooked alleyways where sailors most
do congregate against the Valparaiso
water-front. Here gather in bestial
rioting the scum of the South seas,
and here flourish their parasites. Any
night a trip alone through those foul
lanes is of the kind to test strong
nerves; but on this special occasion,
the way filled with pandemonium and
drunkenness, the entire city a riot
of noisy violence, the populace aroused
to fierce hate toward all foreigners,
the passage was one of constantly re-
currlne dancer. The street lights, few
and far between, were mere blotches
of color winking feebly at the sur
rounding darkness, the rough cobble-
stone pavement underfoot was Irregu-
lar and deceitful, while drunken
crowds, either quarrelsome or roau
dlingly affectionate, surged airale sly
about, gesticulating and yelling with
Latin fervor. However. I knew the
way well, and kept myself hidden from
observation by hovering close beneath
the protecting shadows of the bullo-
ings, drawing well back within door
ways to permit the noiser parties of
revelers to pass, and then hurrying
forward along the deserted streets. 1
stumbled over the body of more than
one drunken man, while sounds of
quarreling were borne to me through
the open door of every low taproom I
passed. The scum of Valparaiso had
come to the top, the fires of hell burn
ing fiercely.
Pedro Rodrlgues* den stood some-
what back from the narrow lane it
fronted, flanked and concealed by
taller buildings on either side. It was
a ramshackle, wooden affair, sagging
sadly at one corner, the half dozen
steps loading to tPe open door b. ing
only dimly lighted. As it was a well
known resort, frequented almost en
tirely by foreign seamen who would
scarcely be safe on the streets such
a night as this, it was no surprise to
discover the taproom densely
crowded with sailor-men, and to dis
tinguish a voice singing lustily in vig
Tuttle Wheeled and Stared, His Jaw
Working Savagely.
ing his glass; "but I've got a chorus
ye'll sing or fight me, an' dam' if I~
care much which. Now take a grip at
this:
A mighty man was Pat McCann,
Who sailed upon the sea;
Within his hold he hid the gold,
He stole In Barbaree.
In Barbaree. In Barbaree
The men lie mute,
He has the loot.
He found In Barbaree.
They were still at it, the motley,
mongrel crew, their hoarse, drink-
thlckened voices roaring out lines full
of the fierce swing of the deep sea.
their glasses pounding in unison on
the tables, as I pushed my way
through them up to the sloppy bar
and faced the fellow standing behind.
"Is there a Yankee whaleman here
by the name of Tuttle?" I asked.
He stared at me, his eyes squinting,
while the wild chorus began to die
away like a clock run down.
"Dill, whar's Cap' Tut'?" he called
out finally. "Here's a cove wants
h'ra."
The red-headed giant, perched aloft
on the chair, flung one hand Indiffer-
ently across his shoulder toward the
rear of the room.
' Come on again, mates," he roared.
"Another drink, and another song,
"pit it out this time—'Swing hard!
Bend low!'"
"He's yonder in the back room;
through that door, mate," said the
bartender, shortly. "Better not tread
on any of the lads' feet goin' in, unless
maybe ye're here to-night huntin'
trouble. They're just 'bout drunk
enough now to be ready to start a
row."
I picked my way with caution, the
fierce lilt of that devils' chorus stun-
ning my ears, the hairy faces con-
fronting me scowlingly suggestive of
any crime. Saint Andrew! I thought
soberly, if this was still the day of
pirates here was a brood ready for
hatching. With a feeling of positive
relief I pressed open the heavy wood-
en door, stepped within and closed it
arofully behind me. So tightly fitting
and solid the wood it Instantly shut
out completely the mad riot of the
barroom. It was like coming into a
new world. Two men sat alone at a
small, round table smoking, between
them a short-necked black bottle with
glasses, and a scattered deck of greasy
Sincerity is made up of two words
—sine and cere—sine, without, and
cere, wax; without wax. And it means
absolutely pure, transparent.
The human mind is constructed for
truth telling. This is its normal con-
dition, and under the exercise of true
living and true thinking the character
becomes strong and robust.
Wholeness, completeness, comes into
the life from truth, from sincerity;
but the moment we attempt to twist
the mind into expressing deceit it be-
comes abnormal and works all sorts
of harm to the character.
1 have in mind a very, brilliant
writer who exchanges his talent for
cash in political campaigns. He ha3
written some of the best campaign
documents for all political parties, but
the lack of sincerity in his character
so discounts his personality and abil-
w . ity that he has no standing as a man.
oiuus English, to au accompaniment cards. The one nearest where I stood. He is recognized as a brilliant writer.
tall, long-limbed, angular, his face thin
and made to appear more so from a
sandy chin-whisker, had his knees
swung over the arm of his chair, a
bald spot on the top of his head shin-
ing conspicuously beneath the rays of
the lamp. His companion was consid
erably younger, somewhat trim of
build, with black, curling hair, and
small mustaches curled upward at
the tips. He was of a complexion to
make me think him either a creole or
quadroon, but with smiling lips and a
light in his merry eyes bespeaking a
temperament of good humor.
"Capt. Eli Tuttle?" I questioned,
doubtfully.
The older man slowly deposited his
feet on the floor and stood up. He
was a trifle round-shouldered, attired
in a black frock coat which dangled
to the knees, and his eyes of cold gray
narrowed into mere slits as he In-
spected me with undisguised sus-
picion.
"The spirit which for 70 years hath
made answer to that earthly name
still abideth within this fleshly body,"
he responded solemnly, in a voice
seemingly from the very pit of his
stomach. "I am still permitted to
sail the seas, thus known to the chil-
dren of men. awaiting in patience the
hour of translation."
To be greeted thus In such a spot
stunned me for the instant.-my cheeks
flushing as I read undisguised amuse-
ment in the upturned face of the Cre-
ole. My teeth shut together hard.
"You are Eli Tuttle, then, formerly
master of the whaling bark Detsy?"
"Even so, young man," his lean face
perfect'y emotionless, hi* long fingers
outspread flat on the table. "Ell Tut-
tle of New Bedford, once the chief of
sinners, but now communing with the
higher life of the spirit world. As-
sociate me not with yonder ungodly
crew, blind to the truth of the be-
yond," and he snapped his fingers soft-
ly toward the closed door. "In this
world saints and sinners must indeed
mingle bodily, yet not in any com-
munion of spirit. It was for peaceful
meditation that friend De Nova and I
deserted yonder scene of revelry and
sought this secluded spot. Truly the
good book satth that where one or
two are gathered together In his name
there Is he also in the midst of them."
The creole laughed outright, smiting
the table smartly with his palm.
"Sit down, mate!" he exclaimed,
genially, kicking up a chair. "After
you know zis ol' hypocrite as well as
I do, his communion viz spirits won't
bozzer you much. Help yourself to
drink, an' wash the taste out you
mouth."
Tuttle wheeled about and stared at
his companion, his thin jaw working
savagely; but the creole went on roll
ing a cigarette indifferently between
his brown fingers, his white teeth
gleaming. I remained standing, my
hand on the back of the chair, intently
studying the pair.
"I come directly from Don Castillo,"
I said, quietly, facing the Yankee, and
determined to get down to business,
"and desire to speak with you alone."
His glinling eyes narrowed per-
ceptibly, and his jaws crunched down
upon the tobacco In his cheek.
" 'Tis safe enough with him," he ac-
knowledged rather ungraciously, his
voice becoming nasal as he pointed his
chin-beard toward the other. "De
Nova is second officer."
I drew back the chair and sat down,
realizing that I now possessed the at-
tention of both.
"I have been appointed to assume
Capt. Castelar's duties," I announced
quietly. "Do either of you care to ex-
amine my papers?"
Tuttle spat silently into the saw-
dust, while De Nova exhibited his
white teeth In a grin. The eyes of the
two men met.
I rather guess your papers won't
cut much Ice in this yere affair," re-
turned the former with deliberate in-
solence, "being as how we don't either
of us give a tinker's dam' fer Peru,
If you'll pardon my sayin* so plainly.
His mask had disappeared as by
magic, and I realized instantly the
real nature of the man.
"You mean no enlistment has been
mfde, either by you, o* *he men under
you?"
"That's just about the size of
mister," his tone full of unconcealed
contempt, his leg flung once again
over the arm of the chair. "We agreed
to do this one particular job fer a cer-
tain consideration, but we're none
us Peruvian sailor-men, and conse-
quently don't give a hang for your
papers. Ain't that about It, De Nova
The creole nodded, still smiling
pleasantly, the blue smoke curling
lazily up from the end of his cigarette.
Evidently the two were actively en
gaged in taking my measure, and this
was to be a case of man against man,
rather than the exercise of any dele
gated authority. I might as well throw
my commission into the fire for any
real value it possessed here. All
right; I had met and attended to their
kind before.
"I am delighted to understand the
situation so clearly and quickly,"
said, sharply, throwing a note of au
thorlty Into my voice and manner. "It
simplifies my task. No\v listen to
me, Mr. Tuttle," giving him his formal
title, "and you likewise, De Nova,
probably care as little for those pa-
pers as either of you, but, neverthe
less, I am In command. Do you both
clearly comprehend that?—I am in
command! It will be just as well for
you not to attempt any horse-play,
am no dago sea-officer but a North
American sailor, and I didn't come
crawling into my first ship through
cabin window. I've tamed mutinous
crews before now, and when I'm up
against sea-scum I can hit as hard as
the next fellow. If either of you de-
sire to test my qualities as a bucko-
mate, I'm here to accommodate, you
Neither answered, but I read their
conclusion In their eyes.
"That's all I need to say now,1
went on. "It's up to you to fish or cut
halt. You fellows have nothing to
gain by opposing me, and I hope you
possess sen'.e enough to know it. De
Nova, where have I ever met you be-
fore ?"
The Creole's face instantly bright
ened again, his white teeth gleaming
under the black mustache.
"So monsieur remember," he lisped
gently, leaning forward on the table.
"I thought maybe you forget altogeth
er 'bout zat time. But I know you at
once w'en you come in. It make me
laugh to see zis Yankee try bait you
like you was a dago steamboater. Bah,
I know you all right for sailor-man;
I know you do business."
"But I am unable to place you.'
"No, not yet; maybe you will w'en
I say more." He spoke rapidly, ges
ticulating with excitement. "It was a
little ship off Hatteras; ze storm five
days, an'«all wreck. It was a steamer,
w'ite, wiss red stacks, zat took off ze
crew, an' It was hell of a job. Zat was
ze story, monsieur; I was mate of ze
Cyrabellne."
I knew him then Instantly, my mem-
ory picturing anew the cold, gray
dawn, the green, angry seas, the help
less, sodden hulk heaving sickenlngly
to its death, and those water-drenched
forms we hauled over the sinking rail
into our tossing boat. I held forth
my hand, and his brown fingers, hard
as iron, closed over it in a grip to be
felt.
"Sure, it's come back, mate," I said.
"I rather guess I can count on you.'
His dark eyes met mine in frank
honesty.
"Running arms for the Cuban revo-
lutionists then, weren't you?" I asked,
indifferently. . "What since?"
He shrugged his shoulders, glancing
across at Tuttle, and fingering his
mustache
(TO BK CONTINUED.)
No Compromise With Truth
Absolute Sincerity In All Things
Marks Men of Standing.
but a3 a man totally without convic-
tions.
There Is something In the mind It
self which Ihrlves upon sincerity and
which protests against all that la
false, against all sham. Nothing ever
quite satisfies this longing but abso-
lute truth. The mind quickly becomes
sickly and weak when forced to ex
press what Is false.—Orison Swett
Marden, in Success Magazine.
Doesn't Attract.
Peleg Haw vows we ain't had no
cold weather to Bpeak of since he
bought a thermometer.
"Well," declared Deacon Crlpes.
"Peleg oughter know that a ther-
mometer won't act like a llghtnlug
rod."—Puck.
Useless.
"A man dat puts in all his time
finding fault," said Uncle Eben, "ain't
no more real use dan a weather
prophet who can't predict nuflin' but
bllMtuds."—Washington star.
ONLY FOR SEASONED PALATES
Chill Con Carne, a Mexican Dish,
Was Never Intended for the
Nursery.
The Mexicans have a dish known
as "chili con carne" (meat with chili
pepper), the ingredients for which
one would doubtless have difficulty in
obtaining except in the southwestern
United Stntes. However, a good sun-
stltute for it may be made with the
foods available in all parts of the
country. The Mexican recipe is as fol-
lows:
Remove the seeds from two chili
peppers, soak the pods In a pint of
warm water until they are soft, scrape
the pulp from the skin and add to the
water. Cut two pounds of beef into
small pieces and brown In butter or
drippings. Add a clove of garlic and
the chili water. Cook until the meat
is tender, renewing the water If nec-
essary. Thicken the sauce with flour.
Serve with Mexican beans either
mixed with the meat or used as a bor-
der.
In the absence of chili peppers,
water an^ cayenne pepper may be
used, and -onions may be substituted
for garlic. For the Mexican beans,
ed kidney beans either fresh or
canned make a good substitute. If
the canned beans are used they should
be drained and heated in a little sa-
vory fat or butter. The liquid may
be added to the meat while it is cook-
ing. If the dried beans are used they
should be soaked until soft, then
cooked in water until tender and
rather dry, a little butter or dripping
and salt being used for seasoning or
gravy. White or dried lima beans
may be used in a similar way.
Apple Dumplings.
Pare, quarter and core the apples.
Make a stiff, rich biscuit dough, roll,
and cut in strips and take four pieces
of apple to each dumpling and wrap
two or three strips of dough around
them, pinching the ends together. Put
a quart of water In a pudding or ba-
king dish with a cup of sugar and a
piece of butter, let it get to boiling
on the top of the stove—place the
dumplings In and bake until both the
crust and apples are done.
Chicken Salad Sandwiches.
Chop the white meat of chicken
very fine, then pound to a pulp in a
mortar. Season to taste with salt,
pepper, olive oil and a little lemon
Juice, and spread upon thin slices of
lightly buttered bread cut in fancy
shapes. The covers to these slices
are spread with butter into which are
pressed almonds or English walnuts
sliced or chopped very fine. Put to-
gether and press.
Busy Woman's Cake.
Put into the mixing bowl one cup-
ful of sugar, two cupfuls of flour, one
rounding teaspoonful of baking soda
Break Into your cup the whites of two
eggs, add enough butter to make half
full, fill up with milk. Add this to the
contents of bowl and beat all briskly
for two minutes. Bake In two small
and one large jelly tin. If large tin
Is used cut In two. Put together with
any desired filling.
Ham and Poached Eggs.
A more elaborate dish of meat and
eggs is made by placing a piece of
thinly sliced boiled ham on a round of
buttered toast, a poached egg on the
ham, and covering with a highly sea-
soned cream of a hollandalse sauce.
A slice of tongue may be used instead
of the ham. If preferred, a well sea-
soned and rather thick tomato sauce
or curry sauce may be used.
Toast for Garnishing.
For poached eggs, cut the bread
into luunds with a large cake cutter
before toasting. For small birds or
asparagus, remove the crusts and cut
into oblong pieces. For minces and
fricassees, cut into small squares or
diamonds. For a border, cut. after
toasting, into inch and a half squares,
and then into halves diagonally, ma-
king triangles; or cut into long,
pointed triangles.
Maple Junket.
Maple Junket makes a dainty, whole-
some dessert. Slightly sweeten and
warm one quart milk; flavor with one
teaspoonful of maple flavoring. Dis-
solve one Junket tablet in one table-
spoonful of cold water, then add in the
warnj milk. Pour Into glass serving
dishes, and when firm set in the ice-
box and chill. Chop one cupful of
maple sugar and one-half cupful of
blanched almonds together, and when
ready to serve the junket spread a
layer on top of each dish.—Harper's
Bazar.
Pulled Bread.
Take loaf of bread, fresh from oven,
with two forks tear Into quarters,
eighths, and until about size of hand
and half an inch thick. Place In open
oven until crisp; close oven and toast
golden brown. Serve either cold or
dip in hot salted water and dress
with cream.
Pepper Sandwiches.
Fry sweet peppers In butter; cool,
chop fine; season with anchovy catsup
ind spread with lettuce cut In ribbons,
between thin slices of bread.
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