Bemoreatif: Wald Bellefonte, Pa., January 23, 1914. The Ne’er-Do-Well. [Continued from page 6, Col. 4.1 pingly substituted water for gin each time it came his turn to drink. Dawn found them in an east side tenement drinking place frequented by the lowest classes. Ringold was slum- bering peacefully on a table; Anthony had discovered musical talent in the bartender and was seated at a batter- ed piano laboriously experimenting with the accompaniment to an Irish ballad; Higgins and Locke were talk- ing earnestly. Locke, as usual, sat facing the entrance. his eyes watch- ful, his countenance alert. To a sober eye it would have been patent that he was laboring under some strong ex- citement. for every door that opened caused him to start. every stranger that entered made him quake. “Grandes’ fellow 1 ever met.” Hig- gins was saying for the hundredth time. “Got two faults. Anthony; he’s modesht an’ he’s lazy—he won’t work.” “You and he are good friends, eh?” “Best ever.” “Would you like to play a joke on him?” “Joke? Can’t be done. He's wises’ guy ever. I’ve tried it an’ always get the wors’ of it.” “T’l1 tell you how we can work it. I’ve got a ticket for Central America E—mm—— in my pocket. The boat sails at 10. Let’s send him down there.” “Wha’ for?” Locke kept his temper with an effort. “To make a man of him. We'll go through his clothes, and when he lands he’ll be broke... He'll have to work. Don’t you see?” “No.” Anthony’s friend did pot see. “He don’t want to go to Central Amer- ica,” he argued. ‘He's got a new au- tom’bile.” “But suppose we got him soused, went through his pockets and then put him aboard the boat. He’d be at sea by the time he woke up. He couldn't get back. He'd have to work. Don’t you see? He’d be broke when he land- ed and have tc rustle money to get back with. I think it's an awful funny idea.” The undeniable humor of such a sit- uation finally dawned upon Higgins’ mind. “I'll get him full if you'll help man- age it,” Locke went on. “And here's the ticket.” He tapped his pocket. “Where'd you get it?” “Bought it yesterday. It’s first class and better. and he'll fit my description. We're about the same size. Wait.” Locke rose and went to the bar, where he called loudly for the singer. Then when the bartender had deserted the piano he spoke to Anthony: *‘Keep it up, old man. You're doing fine.” For some moments he talked earnest- ly to the ma behind the bar No one observed the transfer of another of those yellow bills of which he seemed to have an unlimited store. Strangely enough. Mr .lefferson Locke’s plan worked without a hitch. Within ten minutes after Kirk Anp- thony had taken the drink handed him he declared himself sleepy and rose from the piano. only to seek a chair, into which he flung himself heavily. “It’s all right.” Locke told his drunk- en companion. “I've got a taxi wait- ing. We'll leave Ringold where he is.” Twenty-four hours later Adelbert Higgins undertook to recall what had happened to him after he left Muller's place on East Fourteenth street. but his memory was tricky. He recollected a vaguely humorous discussion of some sort with a stranger, the details of which were almost entirely missing. Unexpected and alarming occurrences made it imperative for him to ter- minate his connection with his college, as big Marty Ringold had done earlier in the day, and begin to pack his be- longings. Partly out of deference to the frantic appeals of his widowed mother, partly owing to the telephoned advice of Mr. Michael Padden of Sixth avenue, who said the injured man had recognized one of his assailants, he booked passage to Japan by the next steamer out of Vancouver. Strictly speaking, Kirk Anthony did not awake to a realization of his sur- roundings. but became conscious of them through a long process of dull dreamy speculation. He said to him- self: “Now, begin all over again, Kirk. Ringold was very drunk. Good! Ev- erything is clear so far. Next you were playing a piano with yellow teeth while somebody sang something about a ‘Little Brown Cot’ After that— Lord, you must have been drinking! Well, let’s run through it again.” But his efforts were vain. He could recall nothing beyond the piano, so fell to wondering what hotel this could be. “Some east side joint,” he decided, “and a cheap one, too, from the size of this stall.” He noted another brass bed close at hand and reasoned that Ringold or Higgins must have risen early, leaving him to finish his sleep. That was considerate, of course, but— Good heavens, it must be late! And he was due to motor to New Haven at noon! He raised himself suddenly and was half out of bed when he fell back with a cry as if an unseen hand had smitten him. He clapped both palms to his head, realizing that he was very sick indeed. The sensation was anlike anything he had ever felt before. His head was splitting. he felt a frightful nausea, the whole room was rocking and reeling as if to pitch him out of bed. It was terrible, so he arose blindly and felt his way toward the telephone. Failing to find it, he pushed a button instead, then tumbled and a voice inquire: *Did you ring. sir?” *An hour ago. Haven't you more than one bellhop in this place?” “I'm sorry sir.” “And I’m sick. mighty sick. I’m go- ing to die.” *l think not, sir. sick too.” “Can I get you something, sir—a lit. tle champagne, perhaps, to settle your! stomach?” Anthony opened his eyes. “Hello! Are you the clerk?” Instead of the bellhop he had expected he beheld a man in white jacket and black trousers. *No, sir, I'm the steward.” The invalid shook his head faintly. “Funny place I’ve got into. What's’ the name of it?” “This? Oh! The Santa Cruz.” “Never heard of it. Why didn’t they give me a good room? This is fierce.” “Suit A is considered very good. sir. It is one of the best on the line.” “Line?” Kirk grunted. “So this fis some dead line dump. Well, I’m going to get out—understand? Hand me my trousers and I'll slip you a quarter.” The steward did as desired. but a blind search showed the pockets to be empty. “Give me the coat and vest.” The others are was forced to apologize. sicker every minute.” “Perhaps you had better have the doctor?” “Is there a good one handy?" “Yes, sir.” “Here in the hotel?” “This is a ship.” “I’m getting and stared at the white clad figure over the foot of his little brass bed. “This is a ship, sir.” “You get out of here!” yelled the in- furiated young man. The steward re- treated hastily to the door. “I beg pardon, sir. I will send the doctor at once.” i “Must think I'm still drunk,” mum- bled Anthony dazedly as he once more laid his head upon his pillow with a groan. . aboard. but.” he continued brusquely, : rising and closing his watch with a | | | { | { i i | | i | | | “We are 150 miles out of New York. The first officer told me you were con- siderably intoxicated when you came | | snap. “vou will remember it all in a little while. Mr. Locke.” i “Wait!” i Again Anthony pressed his throbbing | temples with both hot hands and strove to collect his whirling wits, “Now, 1 know you are wrong, doc- itor, and I'll tell you why. You see, my ! mame isn’t Locke. It's Anthony. Locke | ‘went away on a ship, but I stayed in New York, understand? Well, he’s] the fellow you're talking to, and I'm | asleep somewhere down around the | Bowery.” | “Nevertheless this is a ship,” the i physician patiently explained. "and you're on it, and I'm talking to you. '! What is more, you have not exchanged identities with your friend Anthony, for ' your ticket reads ‘Jefferson Locke.” | CHAPTER IIL | Pamana Next Stop. : AY!” Anthony raised him- | self excitedly on one arm. but was forced to lie down again without delay. “If S| ee ‘q ry, But | this is a ship I must have come aboard. | here again Kirk found nothing and | How did 1 do it? When? Where?" | “You came on with two men. or, rather, between two men, about 8:30 this morning. They put you in here, gave your ticket to the purser and went ashore. The slim fellow was crying, and one of the deckhands had to help him down the gangway.” “That was Higgins, all right. ! Now, “A—what?" Anthony raised himself doctor, granting just for the sake of | argument that this is a ship and that 1 am Jefferson Locke, when is your gcquaintance. “Would you like to next stop?” join?” “One week.” | “Yes, indeed. I'm for anything in “What?” Kirk’s eyes opened wide ¢he line of chance.” with horror. “I can’t stay here a | w«yery well. Tl see you in the smok- week.” | ing room later. It will cost you only ' “You will have to.” $5.” . “Bat 1 tell you I can't—I just can’t. | 1 bought a new car the other day, and it’s standing in front of the New York theater. Yes, and I have two rooms | and a bath at the hotel at $15 a day.” back to bed. He heard the door open thony’s wrist between his fingers. inquired the man at his right. “My name is Anthony.” *“l beg your pardon! The passenger list said” — ; “That was a mistake.” “My name is Stein. May 1 ask where you are bound for?” “1 think tbe place is Panama.” “Going to work on the canal?’ “What canal? Oh, of course! Now I remember hearing something about a Panama canal. Is that where it is?" “That's the place,” Stein replied dryly. “Oh. I've heard it mentioned.” “Well. you won't hear anything else mentioned down here. It's the one and only subject of conversation. No- body thinks or talks or dreams about anything except the canal. Everybody works on it or else works for some- body who does. See this fellow com- ing down the stairs?’ Anthony be- held a slender, bald headed man of. youthful appearance. *‘That is Ste- phen Cortlandt. You've heard of the Cortlandts?” . “Sure! One of them pitched for the Cubs.” “I mean the Cortlandts of Washing- ton. They're swell people. society folks and all that”— He broke off to bow effusively to the late comer, who seated himself opposite. Then he in- troduced Kirk. Mr. Cortlandt impressed Anthony as a cold blooded, highly schooled person, absolutely devoid of sentiment. He seemed by no means effeminate, yet he was one of those immaculate beings upon whom one can scarcely imagine a speck of dust or a bead of perspira- tion. “By the way, we're getting up a pool on the ship’s run,” Stein told his new Kirk suddenly recalled his financial condition and hastened to say, a trifle lamely: “Come to think about it, 1 believe I'll When his dizziness had diminished sufficiently to permit him to open his ' eyes he scanned his surroundings more carefully. There were unfamiliar feat- ures about this place. While it was quite unlike an ordinary hotel room, neither did it resemble any steamship stateroom he had ever seen; it was more like a lady’s boudoir. To be sure, he felt a sickening surge and roll now and then, but at other times the The physician smiled bheartlessly. “You must have been drinking pretty heavily, but I guess you will remem- ber everything by and by.” “1 can’t understand it.’ groaned the bewildered invalid. this—if it is really a ship?” “The Santa Cruz. Belongs to the Consolidated Fruit company. This is one of the bridal suits. It is 11:30 p. whole room made a complete revolu- Mm. Nov. 21. We are bound for Colon. tion, which was manifestly contrary to Good night. That capsule will make the law of gravitation and therefore YOU sleep. not to be trusted as evidence. The ' door opened for a second time and a man in uniform entered. “I am the doctor.” “I'm sick—awful sick, doctor.” The stranger pulled up a stool, seat- ed himself beside the bed, then felt of Anthony’s cheek. “You have a fever.” “That explains everything. are the other boys coming on?" “Hverybody is laid out. It’s a bad ed over and fell asleep. showed him the truth of the doctor’s . information. He awoke early. and, al- though his head still behaved queerly and he had moments of nausea, he dressed himself and went on deck. It A 1imitiess. oily sea stretched out before his bewildered eyes. He touch- ed the rail with his hands to verify his vision. He felt as if he were walking in his sleep. He realized that a great How night.” fragment had suddenly dropped out of “Night? It must be nearly daylight bis life's pattern. by this time.” Although Anthony was a youth of “Oh, no! It is not midnight yet.” few responsibilities. he awoke sudden- “Not midnight? Why. 1 didn’t turn ly to the fact that there were a thou- in until’— Anthony raised himself and things that needed doing. a thou- suddenly. “Good Lord! Have 1 slept 820d people who needed to know his all day?” whereabouts, a thousand things that were bound to go wrong. For in- stance, French car. standing with motor blank- eted beside the Forty-fifth street curb. What had happened to it and to the urchin he had left in charge of it? He owed $1.000 on its purchase. which he had promised to pay yesterday. That remittance from his father had come just in the nick of time. Suddenly he recalled placing the check in his bill case. and he searched himself diligent- ly, but found nothing. Imperative that he get some word ashore. | He let his eyes rove over the ship in desperation. Then a happy thought . came to him. | “The wireless!" he said aloud. *“Bone- head! Why didn’t you think of that long ago?’ A glance at the rigging , showed bim that the Santa Cruz was equipped with a plant, and a moment later he was hammering at the oper- ator’s door. “I want to send a message right away!” he cried excitedly. But the “wireless” shook his head. with a smile. | **We're installing a new system. The old apparatus wasn’t satisfactory, and it’s being changed throughout.” “Then you—you can’t send a message —possibly ?* “Nothing doing until the next trip.” Kirk strode forward and stared dis- consolately down upon the freight deck In a vain endeavor to collect his thoughts. He recalled the incidents of that wild night and began to have ' m disquieting doubt. Did that chance ¢ meeting with the chap from St. Louis y have anything to do with his presence | here, or had he really decided in some i “You certainly have.” “Whose room is this?” “Your room of course. one of these capsules. your stomach.” “Better give ma something to settle my bill if I’ve been here that long. I'm broke again.” “You're not fully awake yet,” said the doctor. “People have funny ideas Here, take It will settle | | {4 i | foolish, drunken whim to take a trip to Central America? He recollected that Jefferson Locke had not impressed him very favorably at the start. i| The sound of a bugle, which Kirk | interpreted as an invitation to break- when they're sick. Let me feel your fast reminded him that he was fam- pulse. . | ished, and he lost no time in going be- “The boys will think I'm lost. I low. Upon his appearance the stew- never did such a thing before.” jard made it plain to him in some “Where do you think you are?’ in- | subtle manner that the occupant of quired the physician. suit A needed nothing beyond the “I don’t know. It's a nice little ho- | mere possession of those magnificent tel, but”— quarters to insure the most considerate “This isn’t a hotel. This is a ship.” | treatment. Kirk was placed at the “Doctor, you shouldn’t make fun of | captain's table. where his hunger was a man at the point of death. 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