The Calumet Chieftain (Calumet, Okla.), Vol. 12, No. 10, Ed. 1 Thursday, October 9, 1919 Page: 4 of 8
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THE CALUMET CHIEFTAIN
haven't made a mistake. The man he had now coine out onto what was
was dying, of course, and pretty far either a street or a laue.
gon<, and talked thickly, hut it was Hut while his escape was now as-
Tlng Wah that sent me 10 you. He—" sured, Wallen was in no happy frame
Wallen's fists in his pockets clenched of mind. He had yet to square ac-
a little harder —"said you would counts with Drink-House Sam. He
know." l'a(l accomplished not only no part of
"Did he?" inquired Marie with a the purpose for which he had come,
'And who are you, mister?" but had, worse still, probably put the
Wallen—Stacey Wallen, the ninn thoroughly on his guard. But the
te, you know," said Wallen night was still young and Drink-House
earnestly. "I'm the sole survivor; left
the bark In a boat and—what's wrong,
The florid face, a miserable fear
stamped upon it, and a grayish color
and the man, jaw-sa
"THEN YOU'RE A LIAR!"
SynopBlB—Stacey Wallen, first
mate of the bark Upolo, in the
Java sea, In the Bole survivor of
the crew, all victims of yellow
fever. Ting: Wah, Chinese sailor,
last mail to die, tells Wallen ho
and Ave other Chinamen were sent
aboard by "Drink-House Bam," no.
torlouB character of Singapore, to
kill him. This recalls to Wallen
an Incident of his childhood which
Beems connected with the conft'h
elon. While delirious, Wallen en-
ters In the ship's log the fact of
his death and abandons the vessel
In a small boat. Wallen's boat
drifts to the Island of Arru and a
Scottish trader there. MacKnlght,
cares for him. learning that a
ship Is In port on the other side of
the Island, twenty miles away,
Wallen, though unfit for the task,
starts to reach It. He sets out but
falls exhausted on the trail. There
he Is found by a man and woman
who are from the ship he was try-
ing to reach, Mott, first mate, and
Helen MacKay, a passenger. They
convey him to the veBsel. The ship
proves to be a small tramp steamer,
the Monlelgh, Captain I.nynton.
l-Aynton tells Wallen the vessel had
been chartered by Wallen's father
to find him, the father knowing his
Bon to be In grave danger becauso
of a long standing feud between the
elder Wallen and tt notorious pirate,
Kam Gulab Singh. Laynton also
Informs him of Iho death of his
father, explalnng that the fatality
was believed to be an accident.
Wallen Instantly associates ills fa-
ther's death with the Chinaman's
confession on the Upolo. He takes
over the charter of the vessel and
Ball for Singapore. Helen MacKay
explains that she Is on a vlBlt to
an aunt In Sumatra. Wallen agrees
to take her there. Just touching at
Singapore, where he Is determined
to fathom the mystery of Drink-
House Sum's enmity. He falls In
love with her. While looking over
his father's papers, which I^aynton
had turned over to him, Wallen 1b
startled by the thrusting of a piece
of paper beneath his cabin door.
On the paper Is traced a human
hand from widch all but the fore-
finger had been hacked away. He
recognizes It as of sinister Import,
connected with the death of his fa-
ther. At Singapore Wallen leaves
the ship, alone, and visits Drink-
House Sam'a bar-room, determined
to force from him an elucidation of
next table was already Indulging sotto
voce, In uncomplimentary and drunk-
enly offensive remarks.
"Now shoot the works!" prompted
Drink-House Sam. "What about this
Wallen was casting about in his
mind for what to say now. If he coul>]
play the man, arouse the other's fear,
perhaps, or ills curiosity that would be
backed by fear, or his cunning, or Ills
Interest sufficiently to get him some-
where alone without giving away his
own hand. -
Ah I Yes, he had It now. Helen
MacKay had unwittingly furnished
him the lead with her laughing refer-
ence to putting his head into the lion's
mouth. If he said Innocently that Ting
Wah had sent him I
Drink-House Sam would naturally
conclude that the Chinese accomplice
was still playing Into his hand, and
had sent him, Wallen, back Into the
power of this rat-eyed murderer with
the bloated face to complete the work
that Ting Wah, for some reason or
other, had been unable to accomplish.
Wallen's hands that were thrust Into
his trousers' pockets clenched fiercely.
This man before him, Just a few feet
away with Just the table top between
them, was Drink-House Sam at last,
the man who knew, the man he had
dreamed of night and day In his long
convalescence at MacKnlght's as the
man who some day he would treat as
be would treat a poison snake I
Queer that he was seeing that
screaming, maddened wretch, Won Su.
Jump overboard again.
His mind seemed to grow almost
ghoulish. That flabby neck of the man
in front of him was Drink-House
Sum was still there
He was not through with Drlnk-
Hou.se Sam yet; the 111 luck of his first
attempt changed matters not at all;
he would never be through with Drlnk-
ggedT was staring House Sam until—that murderous
sweep of passion was on him again—
until he had not only forced the secret
out of the other but had paid the score
between them as well! And this time
he would see to It that the privacy of
their interview was of his own making.
Wallen made a wide circuit of the
across the tabl«. A lierce Joy swept
Wallen—and then uneasiness. Per-
haps, after all, his strategy hud been
Drink-House Sam wus evidently
placing n far different Interpretation
on Ting Wall's dying message than he,
Wallen, had Intended. And then, to , P^e. which, owing co his ^riorunce
Wallen's amazement, as abruptly as
Behind the bar were two men, one
of whom Wallen made no doubt, was
Drink-House Sam, presumably, the
proprietor—a big man In shirt sleeves,
the sleeves rolled to the elbows over
puffed, blue-veined arms, a man whose
face was florid and hard-lined, with
eyes close-set, and whose close-cropped
hair, with little white skin-spots show-
ing where the clippers had tlone their
work too thoroughly, lent a peculiarly
repellent aspect to his general appear-
ance. A steel-like glint held for an In-
stant In Wallen's eyes—and vanished!
Drink-House Sam of Singapore!
Wallen crossed to the bar, and con-
fronted the big man In shirt sleeves.
"Aro you the proprietor here?" he
asked. "The man the coolies call
The other eyed him furtively.
"That's me; Sam Marie, by rights,"
he admitted curtly. "What can I do
for you. mister?"
"Well," said Wallen, lowering his
voice, "I'd like a few minutes of your
time, somewhere in private."
"What for?" demanded Marie.
Wallen leaned across the bar.
"It's about the Upolo," he said con-
Tho man stared at htm for a mo-
ment, a curiously mingled expression
of cunning and surprise creeping Into
the small, black, red-rlmmed, shifty
eyeB—then he stepped abruptly out
from behind the bar, led the way to
an empty table at the eui" of the room
by the rear door, and flung himself
down Into a chair.
Wallen followed, but remained stand-
ing on the opposite side of the table.
"I can't say I call this very private,''
"It'll do till I know more of your
business!" grunted Marie. "Take It or
leave it. I ain't for sneakln' oft with
the first stranger that comes In, and
havln' every last one of these swine
here get to flgurin' I'm puttln' up some
sort of a deal to shanghai his particu-
lar carcass. And sit down, mister
you're showln' more'n Is necessary of
your good clothes."
It was true.
His standing there after the other
hrid sented himself only served to at-
tract further attention. A crowd at the
Sprang Up From His Seat.
fear had come into the other's face It
was gone, and In its place was sud-
den relief, genuine enough for all the
shrewd, cunning gleam of the eyes
that accompanied It
"You say you are Wallen, eh, the
first mate?" asked Marie craftily.
"Yes," said Wallen composedly.
"Then you're a liar!" Marie shouted
Instantly and sprang up from his seat.
There was an echoing creak of
chairs ns they were shoved back all
over the room, the scuffle of heavy
boots as men rose to their feet. Wal-
len, suddenly hard-faced, taken by sur-
prise, hastily pushed his own chair
back and stood up.
Marie was laughing brutally now,
but in a strangely hysterical way, in
which relief again was dominant. It
puzzled Wallen—but there was little
time to think of that. The men from
the nearest table were pushing for-
"What do you chaps say to that?"
Marie bawled out, pointing toward
Wallen. "This 'ere cove says he's Wal-
len, the first mate of the Upolo, the
bark you've all read about as beln'
picked up by the Phyllis!"
A chorus of derisive Jeers, oaths and
guffaws greeted the announcement.
Wallen's hand slipped Into his coat
pocket and closed over Ills automatic.
They were crowding down the room,
closing In around him now.
He glanced quickly over his shoulder
to locate precisely the position of the
rear door, should it come to a row—
and instinctively stepped back a pace
as a hulking, rawboned fellow, half
drunk and carrying his liquor bellig-
erently, lurched forward.
"Hlf 'e says that, wot we says Is
that 'e's a bloody lilmpostorl" an-
nounced the man truculently. "An'
wot's more, we doesn't like the looks
of 'lm when he comes in—does we,
mates? An wot's more—tyke that!"
He made a sudden, wicked pass at
A yell of applause greeted the act.
But the blow never reached its mark—
WTallen bad dealt too long and too In-
timately with the forecastle not to rec-
ognize the breed around htm that was
the forecastle's curse and the curse of
the better men who honored It. With
a quick sidestep he evaded the blow,
whipped his left In a lightning drive
to the other's chin, and, as the man
staggered backward Into the crowd
Wallen leaped for the rear door be-
He reached It, but not before they
were upon him like a pack of wolves,
snarling at him, tearing at him. their
breaths In his face, pounding at him,
trying to trip htm up, to throw htm to
The place was now In pandemonium.
Again and again Wallen's clubbed re-
volver rose and fell, again nnd again
his flst shot In and out and still he
kept his feet; but he could not free
of the neighborhood, in which he lost
himself several times, consumed fully
half an hour.
House Sam" too late
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
CITY HAS LONG BEEN DEAD
Tiahuanaco, In Bolivia, Collection of
Ruins of Which Even the Incas
One of the numerous cities claiming
the title "oldest city In the world,"
Is Tiahuanaco, near Lake Tltlcaca In
Bolivia. A thousand years ago, say
the scientists, Tiahuanaco was as dead
as It Is today, and that Is practically
all that anybody knows of Its history.
Even the Incas, who hold a record for
antiquity in South America, admitted
to their first Spanish visitors that they
knew nothing about Tiahuanaco, ex
cept that it was very probable that
the stone Images scattered over the
ruins were the people of the city turned
Into stone by some angry god.
There would be nearly as much of
the old city visible today as there was
In the time of the Incas, had not the
stones been so attractive to the In'
dlans of nearby villages. As It Is,
beautifully carved Idols have gone to
decorate the door fronts of humble cot
tages, and polished stones to prop up
chimneys nnd pave floors. The little
modern village of Tiahuanaco, near the
ruins, Is full of stolen souvenirs. Whole
houses and churches nre built of them.
After several centuries of this plun-
der the government of Bolivia put a
ban on removing stones from the ruins,
but there was then little left of old
Tiahuanaco. A few stone gods as
huge and angular as any deities of
Egypt, the sites of n fortress, a palace
and many tombs, all vnguely marked
by worn carved stones are scattered
over a great desolate plain. Yet from
these battered relics with their cryptic
carvings the archeologlsts hope some
day to reconstruct the story of a mys-
Tree Godsend to Thirsty.
A plant that Is said to be like the
rock which Moses smote with his rod
and caused water to gush forth Is the
"traveler's tree," so called because
when Its leaves are cut a quantity ol
pure, cold water is said to spurt out
to quench the thirst of the wayfarer.
The tree grows naturally only In Mad-
agascar, nnd thrives only In the vicin-
ity of water. The tree Is now culti-
vated In some tropical countries foi
ornamental purposes. In Its native
habitat Its leaves furnish the people
with thatch and sides of their houses;
the leaves nre used also extensively
for making n great variety of mlnoi
Sam's, the man who had loosed a pack
of Chinese thugs upon him—how far
In would his fingers sink?
"Well, you got lockjaw?" growled
Drink-House Sam. "This 'ere Upolo,
you was sayln'?"
"Yes," said Wallen, nnd smiled en-
gnjungly. "It's a bit of a longtsh story,
but I'll cut It short with a word—yel-
low Jack cleaned her out somewhere in
the .lava sea."
"Huh!" snorted Marie. "Everybody
knows that. Most of us can read, mis-
ter. She was picked up by the gun-
boat Phyllis n few weeks ngo; nnd a
'orrld mess she was, accordln' to ac-
"Is that so? I hadn't heard she'd
been picked up," said Wallen slowly.
"But that's nothing to do with what
brought me here. You knew a chink
aboard her called Ting Wall, didn't
The thrust was unexpected, as Wal-
len had meant It to be. Marie, with
an Involuntary start, leaned sharply
forward over the table; nnd then, with
n clumsy attempt to cover his agita-
tion, spoke viciously:
"Say, what the 'eli you glvln' us?
How should I know him?"
"You don't know him?" ejaculated
Wallen In well-simulated surprise.
"Never heard of him," declared
Marie; but the rat eyes were stealthily
searching Wallen's face.
"That's strange," Wnllen mused
aloud perplexedly. "I'm quite sure I
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'I had one of the worst cases of kid-
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'My bladder waa Inflamed and the
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that when I moved the
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thrust. I got so dizzy I
couldn't stoop and my
head Just throbbed with
pain. Beads of perspi-
ration would stand on
my temples. then I
would become cold and
numb. My heart action
waa affected and I felt as
MRS. VOU1. ^ i couldn't take another
breath. I got so nervous and run down,
I felt life wasn't worth living and often
wished that I might die so my suffering
would be ended. Medicine failed to help
me and I wat discouraged.
"Doan's Kidney Pills were recommend-
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Allen had been eating green apples
and had cramps In his stomach, but
did not mention it for fear of getting
a scolding. He was sent on an errand
to the neighbor's, but was obliged to
stop on the way and lie across a
stump till the cramps left him. When
he returned he was asked to give an
account of himself for being gone so
"Well, mother," he explained, clasp-
ing his hands across his stomach, with
a grimace, "I was delayed on account
of engine trouble."
No More Gentle Than
"Cascarets" for the
It is Just as needless as It Is danger-
ous to take violent or nasty cathartics.
Nature provides no shock absorbers for
your liver and bowels against calomel,
harsh pills, sickening oil and salts.
Cascarets give quick relief without In-
Jury from Constipation, Biliousness, In-
digestion, Gases and Sick Headache.
Cascarets work while you sleep, remov-
ing the toxins, poisons and sour, in-
digestible waste without griping or In-
convenience. Cascarets regulate by
strengthening the bowel muscles. They
cost so little too.—Adv.
Great Gas Cloud Forming.
An enormous gas cloud gathering oil
the sun forms an arc 340,000 miles
long on the edge of that body, astron-
omers say. It is about 125,000 miles
away from the edge, and the distance
from the sun to the top of the cloud
Is estimated to be 200,000 miles.
household articles, nnd the trunks,
himself long enough to get the door j nre woody nnd durable In con^
open—and then something seemed to j tact w|tj, the soii_ nre use(j for posti
lend him added passion, added J antj for flooring In warehouses,
The face of Drink-House Sam! It
was Just out of reach—Just out of
He flung two men from htm and
The Oriental Paradox.
A curious feuture In the rhetoric ol
the oriental bard Is the employment
of what may be called figures of lm-
If he could only possibility—or the paradox. Their
mark that face I A bellow of fright
from Marie greeted the savage on-
slaught—and Wallen's flst had smashed
straight between the red little blink-
ing eyes. The suddenness of the at-
tack brought an Instant's pause—and
In that Instant he had reached the door
and this time wrenched It open.
pages furnish copious and surprising
examples of this. A man who follows
vice Instead of virtue, folly rather than
wisdom, Is one who painfully turns
up the barren sand with a golden
plow, to sow weeds I he mows a for-
est of llgnum-vltae trees with a crys-
tal scythe I he puts a Jeweled vase
And then Wallen laughed, not pleas- on n sandalwood fire to cook a dish
antly, and his revolver, not clubbed of husks or pebbles! he devastates a
now, jwept the crowd. | beautiful date garden to plant nettles
"I'll he out here somewhere In the ! tbere instend of palms! . . . "It Is
darkness." ho told them grimly as he written In the sky, on the pages of
backed away, "and the first man that the air, that good deeds shall be done
steps across the threshold I'll drop the tc him who does good deeds to oth-
way I'd drop a mad dog!" i ere."—William R. Alger.
They stared at him, dogged, sullen, |
but without a word—until they could A Latin Lesson.
no longer see him—and then they an- J Latin Professor (quoting)—"I am an
swered him with catcalls, hoots, pro j ass"—contrary to fact conditional sen-
Mt. Pleasant, la.—'When I found sickness appear
ing In my herd 1 got a 80 lb. pall of B. A Thomas
Hog Remedy. Before I finished feeding it, 1 was sc
satisfied that I got another, and when my bogs wen
all well I got a third pall and find that twice a wesl
feed keeps tbem well." Jim Kermeen, K. No. 1.
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COLD OR COUGH?
Why, when Dr. King's New
Discovery so promply
fanlty nnd brave defiance. But no
man crossed the threshold.
He moved backward cautiously, mak-
ing no sound, edging always In a side-
wise direction—nnd suddenly, to his
own surprise and relief, where be hnd
expected to encounter a fence or some
other obstruction, found instead that
the rear of Drink-House Sam's gave
evidently onto only vacant ground, for
Voice—nut that's not contrary
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