The Davenport New Era (Davenport, Okla.), Vol. 8, No. 34, Ed. 1 Thursday, October 5, 1916 Page: 3 of 8
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N P O
HE STORY OI
A MAN WH(
IN HIS OWN
WAS A LAW
ctwuiahr ay jack lonpom*
Humphrey Van Weyden, critic and dilet-
tante, Is thrown Into the water by the
sinking of a ferryboat In a fog In Ban
Francisco bay, and becomes unconscious
Refore help reaches him. On coming to
is senses he finds himself aboard the
■eallng schooner Qhost, Captain Wolf
Larsen. bound to Japan waters, witnesses
the death of the first mate and hears the
captain curse the dead man for presuming
to die. The captain refuses to put
Humphrey ashore and makes him cabin
boy for the wood of his soul." He begins
to learn potato peeling and dish washing
under the cockney cook, Mugrldge, Is
caught by a heavy sea shipped over the
quarter as he Is carrying tea aft and his
knee is seriously hurt, but no one pays
any attention to his Injury. Hump's quar-
ters are changed aft. Mugrldge steals his
money and chases him when accused of
It. Later he listens to Wolf give his Idea
of life—"like yeast, a ferment . . . the big
eat the little . . Cooky U Jealous of
Hump and hazes him. Wolf hazes a sea-
man and makes It the basis for another
philosophic discussion with Hump. Wolf
entertains Mugrldge In his cabin, wins
from him at cards the money he stole
from Hump, and then tells Hump It Ib his
Wolf's by right of might. Cooky and
Hump whet knives at each other. Hump's
intimacy with Wolf increases, and Wolf
sketches the Btory of his life to Hump.
"'You are worae off than Omar," I
eaid. "He, at least, after the custom-
ary agonizing of youth, found content
and made of his materialism a joyous
"Who was Omar?" Wolf Larsen
asked, and I did no more work that
day, nor the next, nor the' next.
In his random reading he had never
chanced upon the Rubalyat, and it was
to him like a great find of treasure.
Much I remembered, possibly two-
thirds of the quatrains, and I man-
aged to piece out the remainder with-
out difficulty. I was interested as to
which quatrain he would like best, and
waa not surprised when he hit upon
the one born of an instant's irrita-
bility, and quite at variance with .the
Persian's complacent philosophy and
genial code of life:
asking, hither hurried
And, without asking,
Oh, many a Cup of this forbidden Wine
Must drown the memory of that Inso-
"Great!" Wolf Larsen cried. "Great!
That's the keynote. Insolence! He
could not have used a better word."
In vain I objected and denied. H9
deluged me, overwhelmed me with ar-
"It's not the nature of life to be
otherwise. Life, when it knows that
It must cease living, will always rebel.
It cannot help ltBelf. You have talked
of the instinct of immortality. I talk
of the Instinct of life, which is to live.
It mastered it in you (you cannot deny
It), because a crazy cockney cook
sharpened a knife.
"You are afraid of him now. You
are afraid of me. You cannot deny it.
It I should catch you by the throat,
thus"—his hand was about my throat
and my breath was shut off—"and be-
gin to press the life out of you, thus,
and thus, your Instinct of immortality
will go glimmering, and your Instinct
of life, which is longing for life, will
flutter up, and you will struggle to
save yourself. Eh? I see the fear of
death in your eyes. You beat the air
with your arms. 'To live! To live!
To live!' you are crying; and you are
crying to live here and now, not here-
after. You doubt your immortality,
eh? Ha! Ha! Your body draws itself
up in knots like a snake's. Your chest
heaves and strains. To live! To live!
I heard no more. Consciousness wai
blotted out by the darkness he had s(
graphically described, and when !
came to myself I was lying on the floor
and he was smoking a cigar and re-
garding me thoughtfully with the old,
familiar light of curiosity In his eyes
"Well, have I convinced you?" ho
demanded. "Here, take a drink of
this. I wBriit to ask you some ques-
I rolled my head negatively on the
floor. "Your arguments are too—er—
forcible," I managed to articulate, at
cost of great pain to my aching throat.
"You'll be all right In half an hour,"
he assured me. "And I promise I won't
use any more physical demonstra-
tions. Get up now. You can sit on
And, toy that I was of this monster,
the discussion of Omar and the
Preacher was resumed. And half the
tilgbt we sat up over It.
former. He has been attempting to
curry favor and reinstate himself in
the good graces of the captain by car-
rying tales of the men forward. He it
was, I know, that carried some of
Johnson's hasty talk to Wolf Larsen.
Johnson, It seems, bought a suit of
oilskins from the slop-chest and found
them to be of greatly inferior quality.
Nor was he slow in advertising the
I had Just finished sweeping the
cabin, and had been inveigled by Wolf
Larsen into a discussion of Hamlet,
his favorite Shakespearean character,
when Johansen descended the com-
panion stairs followed by Johnson.
The latter's cap came off after the
oustom of the sea, and he stood re-
spectfully in the center of the cabin,
swaying heavily and uneasily to the
roll of the schooner and facing the
"Shut the doors and draw the slide."
Wolf Larsen said to me.
As I obeyed I noticed an anxious
light come into Johnson's eyes, but I
did not dream of its cause. The mate,
Johansen, stood away several feet to
the side of him, and fully three yards
In front of him sat Wolf Larsen on one
of the pivotal cabin chairs. An appre-
ciable pause fell, a pause that must
have lasted fully a minute. It was
broken by Wolf Larsen.
"Yonson," he began.
"My name is Johnson, sir," the sail-
or boldly corrected.
"Well, Johnson, then, damn you!
Can you guess why I have sent for
"Yes, and no, sir," was the slow ro-
ply. "My work la done well. *^he
mate knows that, and you know it, sir.
So there cannot be any complaint."
"Johnson," Wolf Larson said, "I un-
derstand you're not quite satisfied
with those oilBkins?"
"No, I am not. They are no good,
"And you've been shooting off your
mouth about them."
"I say what I think, sir," the sailor
It was at this moment that I chanced
to glance at Johansen. His big fists
were clenching and unclenching, and
his face was positively fiendish, so
malignantly did he look at Johnson.
"Do you know what happens to men
who say what you've said about my
slop-chest and me?" Wolf Larsen de-
manded, sharply and imperatively.
"What you and the mate there are
going to do to me, sir."
"Look at him, Hump," Wolf Larsen
said to me, "look at this bit of animat-
ed dust, that Is impressed with certain
human fictions such as righteousness
and honesty, and that will live up to
The last twenty-four hours have wit-
nessed a carnival of brutality. From
cabin to forecastle It seems to have
broken out like a contagion. Thomas
Mugrldge Is a sneak, a spy, an In
His Hand Was About My Throat and
My Breath Was Shut Off.
them In spite of all personal discom-
forts and menaces. What do you
think of him, Hump? What do you
think of him?"
"I think that he is a better man
than you are," I answered, Impelled,
somehow, with a desire to draw upon
myself a portion of the wrath I felt
was about to break upon his head
"His human fictions, as you choose to
call them, make for nobility and man-
hood. You have no fictions, no dreams,
no Ideals. You are a pauper."
He nodded his head with savage
pleasantness. "Quite true, Hump,
quite true. I have no Actions that
make for nobility aud manhood. A
living dog is better than a dead Hon,
say I with the Preacher. My only doc-
trine is the doctrine of expediency,
and it makes for surviving. Do you
know what I am going to do?"
I shook my head.
Three yards away from Johnson he
was, and sitting down. Nine feet!
And yet he left the chair In full leap,
without first gaining a standing posi-
tion. It was an avalanche of fury
that Johnson strove vainly to fend
off. Wolf I^arsen's fist drove to
the cheBtj with a crushing, resound-
ing impact Johnson almost fell back-
ward, and swayed from side to side in
an effort to recover his balance.
I cannot give the further particulars
of the horrible scene that followed.
It was too revolting. It turns me sick
even now when I think of it. Johnson
fought bravely enough, but he was no
match for Wolf Larsen, much less for
Wolf Larsen and the mate. It was
frightful. I felt that I should lose my
mind, and I ran up the companion
stairs to open the doors and escape on
deck. But Wolf Larsen, leaving his
victim for the moment, and with one
of his tremendous springs, gained my
side and flung me into the far corner
of the cabin.
"The phenomena of life, Hump," he
girded at me. "Stay and watch it.
You may gather data on the immortal-
ity.of the soul. Besides, you know, we
can't hurt Johnson's soul. It's only
the fleeting form we may demolish."
It seemed centuries—possibly It was
no more than ten minutes that the
beating continued. Wolf LarBen and
Johansen were all about the poor fel-
low. And when he could no longer
rise they still continued to beat and
kick him where he lay.
"Easy, Johansen; easy as she goes."
Wolf Larsen finally said.
"Jerk open the doors, Hump," I was
I obeyed, and the two brutes picked
up the senseless man like a sack of
rubbish and hove him clear up the
companion stairs, through the narrow
doorway, and out on deck. The blood
from his nose gushed in a scarlet
stream over the feet of the helms-
man, who was none other than Louis,
hiB boat mate. But Louis took and
gave a spoke and gazed imperturb
ably Into the binnacle.
Not so was the conduct of George
Leach, the erstwhile cabin-boy. Pore
and aft there was nothing that could
have surprised us more than his con-
sequent behavior. He it was that
came up on the poop without orders
and dragged Johnson forward, where
he set about dressing his wounds as
well as he could and making him com-
Wolf Larsen was smoking a cigar
and examining the patent log which
the Ghost usually towed astern, but
which had been hauled In for some
purpose. Suddenly Leach's voice came
to my ears. It was tense and hoarse
with an overmastering rage. I turned
and saw him standing Just beneath
the break of the poop on the port
side of the galley. His face was con
vulsed and white, his eyes were flash
ing, his clenched -fists raised over-
"May God damn your soul to hell
Wolf Larsen, only hell's too good for
you, you coward, you murderer, you
pfg!" was his opening salutation.
I was thunderstruck. I looked for
bis Instant annihilation. But It was
not Wolf Larsen's whim to annihilate
him. He sauntered slowly forward to
the break of the poop, and, leaning
his elbow on the corner of the cabin
gazed down thoughtfully and curious-
ly at the excited boy.
And the boy indicted Wolf LarBen
as he had never been indicted before.
Each moment I looked, and everybody
looked, for him to leap upon the boy
and destroy him. But It was not hla
whim. His cigar went out, and he
continued to gaze silently and curl
Leach had worked himself Into an
ecstasy of Impotent rage.
"Pig! Pig! Pig!" he was relterat
ing at the top of his lungs. "Why
don't you come down and kill me, you
murderer? Come on. you coward!
Kill me! Kill me! Kill me!"
It was at this stage that Thomas
Mugridge's erratic soul brought him
into the scene. He turned to Leach
"Such langwldge! Shockln'l"
Leach's rage was no longer Impo-
tent. Here at last was something
ready to hand. And for the first time
since the stabbing the cockney had
appeared outside the galley without
his knife. The words had barely left
bis mouth when he waa knocked down
by Leach. Three times he struggled
to hla feet, striving to Rttln the galley
and each time was knocked down.
"Oh, Lord!" he cried. " 'Elp! 'Elp!
Tyke 'tm aw'y, carn't yer? Tyke 'lm
The hunters laughed from sheer re
lief. Tragedy had dwindled, the farce
had begun. The sailors now crowded
boldly aft, grinning and shuffling, to
watch the pummeling of the hated
cockney. And even I telt a great Joy
surge up within me. I confess that I de-
lighted in this beating Leach waa giv-
ing to Thomaa Mugrldge. though It
was as terrible, almost, as the one
Mugrldge had caused to be given to
Johnson. But the expression of Wolf
Larsen's face never changed. The
cockney strove in vain to protect him-
self from the infuriated boy. And In
vain he strove to gain the shelter of
the cabin. Blow followed blow with
bewildering rapidity. He was knocked
about like a shuttlecock, until,
finally, like Johnson, he was beaten
and kicked as he lay helpless on the
deck. And no one interfered.
But these two affairs were only the
opening events of the day's program.
In the afternoon Smoke and Hendor-
son fell foul of each other, and a fu-
sillade of shots came up from the
steerage, followed by a stampede of
the other four hunters for the deck.
A column of thick, acrid smoke—the
kind always made by black powder—
was arising through the open compan
When You Speak of
stands out very ef-
fectively as a bulwark
against liver or diges-
tive troubles, general
weakness and maiaria
Don't Experiment.bet Hostetter's
He—This light, my dear, is 50-candle
She—Well, what's the use of it If
we've got to put all those candles in
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Is often followed by pneumonia. Be-
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cases o Coughs, Colds, l^a Grippe and
Headache Price 25c.—Adv.
Pulp for Paper.
It is reported thnt the department
of agriculture is experimenting with
wire grass us n source of supply for
pulp for making paper, in place of pop-
lar or llriodendron. This vnrlety of
grnss grows on the Pacific coast and in
western Mexico, and possesses the
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and can be reduced by the soda proc-
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satisfactory In physical tests as a first-
grade machine-finished printing paper.
In appearance and In feeling the paper
produced is satisfactory. However, the
experiments have Indicated that more
bleaching powder is required in the
bleaching process than In the case of
lonway, and down through It leaped
Wolf Larsen. The sound of blows and
scuffling came to our ears. Both men
were wounded, and he was thrashing
them both for having disobeyed his
orders and crippled themselves in ad
vance of the hunting season. In fact,
they were badly wounded, and, having
thrashed them, he proceeded to op-
erate upon them In a rough surgical
fashion and to dress their wounds. I
served as assistant while he probed
and cleansed the passages made by
the bullets, and I saw the two men
endure his crude surgery without an
esthetics and with no more to uphold
them than a Btiff tumbler of whisky.
The second dog-watch and the duy
were wound up by a fight between Jo-
hansen and the lean, Yankee-looking
hunter, Latimer. It was caused by re-
marks of Latimer's concerning the
nolaes made by the mate In his sleep,
and though Johansen was whipped, he
kept the steerage awake for the rest
of the night while he blissfully slum-
bered and fought the fight over and
As for myself, I was oppressed with
nightmare. All my days had been
passed in comparative Ignorance
the animallty of man. In fact, I had
known life only In its Intellectual
phases. Brutality I had experienced,
but It was the brutality of the Intel-
lect—the cutting sarcasm of Charley
Furuseth, the cruel epigrams and oc-
casional harsh witticisms of the fel-
lows at the Bibelot, and the nasty re-
marks of some of the professors dur-
ing my undergraduate days.
That was all. Not for nothing had I
been called "Sissy" Van Weyden. I
thought, as I tossed restlessly on my
bunk between one nightmare and an-
other. And It seemed to me that my
Innocence of the realities of life had
been complete Indeed. I laughed bit-
terly to myself, and seemed to find In
Wolf Larsen's forbidding philosophy a
more adequate explanation of life than
I had found in my own.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
"Can I do anything for you?" asked
the paBBlug motorist of an exasper-
ated man who waa trying to change a
tire while his wife, a woman of com-
manding appearance, stood by and
gave numerous directions "Yes, In-
deed," replied the exasperated man,
as he mopped hl^row. "My wife
here is an ardent suffragette l wish
you would talk to her about the cause
until I get this tire on."
"The English cabinet's dreadful
bungles at Galllpoll and Kut are to be
Investigated—and the Investigators
have been appointed by the cabinet It-
The speaker, Representative Me-
Lemore, shook his head.
"Tills fact," he said, "recalls the epi-
gram of the Cinnaminson sage:
" 'Ye can't strengthen neither a erum-
blin' wall nor a crumblin' reputation
"I suppose old man Muggs was very
angry when he kicked you from the
"He was, but I was somewhat put
Seats which can be hung <
mobile doors to carry extra
iters have been Invented.
Opportunlty never troubles a man M
there ia nothing In him
Against Coffee —
In spite of broad publicity,
many people do not realize
the harm the 2£ grains of
caffeine in the average cup
of coffee does to many
users, until they try a 10
days' change to
Postum satisfies the de-
sire for a hot table drink,
and its users generally sleep
better, feel better, smile
oftener and enjoy life more.
A fair trial — off coffee
and on Postum—■ shows
"There's a Reason"
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