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
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“We are 150 miles out of New York.
The first officer told me you were con-
siderably intoxicated when you came
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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
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‘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.
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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
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“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
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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. It isn’t | goon appeased, and his outlook grew
professional.” more cheerful with the complete res-
“Fact,” gaid the doctor, abstractedly | toration of bodily comfort.
“This is a ship, sir”
gazing at his watch while he held An- |, “Getting your sea legs, Mr. Locke?”
“What ship is |
When the officer had gone Kirk turn-
Morning
there was his brand new |
It was simply
stay out. | never gamble.” Chancing
"to glance up at the moment he found
Mr. Cortlandt’s eyes fixed upon him
, with a peculiarly amused look and a
few minutes later he followed Mr.
Stein to the deck above.
[Continued next week.]
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