THE CITIZU. . AVElMfKSDAY, NOV. 0, 1010.
THE SHIPWRECK
L
A Lesson In Courage and In the
Value of Life.
By HOWARD FIELDING.
Copyright, 1910. by Amrrlcnn 'l'ress Asso
ciation. Mr. H.'irtlctt luul not visited his of
flco that morning, ntul It may have
been about noon when nn elevator dls
gorged lilm on the level of his own
place of business. Immediately he
was nwnre of the high keyed, boyish
Tolce of James, his handy ninn, a crea
ture of many duties and of nn anx
ious, devoted fidelity.
"There's n lady waltlu' for you,"
Bald James. "She's In your room, she
Is."
"What sort of n lady?" asked Bart
lctt. "A young lady," answered James.
"She's been there about half nn hour,
with a suit ensc. I never saw her be
fore. She's got blue eyes, very blue
eyes, she lias. And I guess she ain't
feeltn' well. I took her In n glass o'
water n couple o' times an' she drunk
It She was thirsty, she was."
Bartlett shook his head. Uo could
not remember nny young lady of this
kind. And yet the eyes
"China blue eyes, James," said be.
"like the color that you've seen on n
fine cup and saucer?"
"Well, to tell the truth," said James
earnestly, "I never seen such a color
anywheres before not on nothln', I
didn't." .
Bartlctt spent some seconds In re
flection. "Go into my offlce," said he, "and
eo If there's a letter from Mr. Carver
of Philadelphia amongst my mail. If
there Is I want It."
Such a communication was Indeed
there, and James brought it out.
It was the querulous letter of a wor
ried and weary man, nnd It affected
Bartlett like the filing of a saw, for
his nerves were in no condition to
endure the caterwaullngs of a busi
ness associate. Carver was afraid of
b big note of Bartlett's which was
maturing in a Boston bank.
"You'll have to pull money out of
the game to meet that note,", he wrote,
"and that will cripple us. Instead of
a handsome profit, we'll be likely to
make a loss." And he went on to be
wail the loss as if it were already
made. lie declared that he was not
fit even to think of the matter. The
long siege of illness in his family had
broken his nerve. "And, though we're
all on our feet again," he added, "I'm
thoroughly tired out. We never should
have pulled through except for Celia
Gilbert, and now the poor girl has
broken down and must go home
nervous prostration, and pretty bad,
too, I'm afraid. And she'll have to
travel nil the waj- to Boston alone
unless you can go over with her Fri
day night. I see by your letter that
you'll be going over Friday or Satur
day to try to fix up some way to re-
rtE
SHE BMIWJD AT HIM.
new that note. But you won't be able
to do it. You'll have to pay up con
found the luck!
"I'm sending Celia to you. She re
members you ten years ago, when you
were one of Johnny Harvard's lambs,
though she was only a child at the
time. You used to call on her sister
3r cousin or somebody. And, by the
way, If you can go over with her, go
by boat. Celia has had the most con
founded luck In traveling by train.
She's been In three accidents no fan
cy smashups, but Just the usual thing
an engineer nnd a couple of mall
clerks sent aloft; nobody hurt In the
high priced seats. The last case was
l carload of laborers that got In the
way, and Celia saw some of them
afterward. I think she'd get a better
Bight's rest on the boat."
Bartlett took oft his hat and passed
his left hand downward from the top
to the back of his head. Ills brain
was sore to the touch.
"This Is my finish," ho said. "The
girl will drive me erazy, but I can't
in common decency let her go over
alone. I have broken bread In her fa
ther's house, and the old chap was
kind to me."
An ordinary man might have seen
In (Via Gilbert only n very pretty
girl who was pale and looked as If
huo had been 111. Bartlett saw far
more. The slightly gathered brows,
tho steadied lips, the voice con
stantly controlled to guqrd against
tho revelation of a causeless excite
ment, were oUi'iurnt to Bartlett.
knew that llili gill's life from
ment to iiMiiifin was held to i
termlned nu.iid..id jf cnlniiiesH !,
unresting heio.s.u, and when h i
membered that she had come to
snd state tlmitif.li Hie mere cxi
of helpful kindness his soul erlei.
against the government of the i ,
verse. She was cousin lo Cat . .
wife: she had gone to that lions
affliction because she was no.
tnere and for no other reason.
Celia sat In his office all the re-:
the day. At half past 5, when Ban!
went aboard the sound steamer
nil his worries on his back and i!i
pule, silent girl for sole companion
was conscious of a depression of sp.r
Its such as he had never felt before.
They had some dinner by and l.y.
nnd perhaps the food was good f
Bartlett. At any rate, In tho com
of the meal he was vouchsafed a n v
lntlon. He perceived that Cella's ir
enco wns not depressing; ho hnd b"iii
laboring under a preconceived Idea f
whnt her effect upon him ought to be,
in view of her condition, nnd 1 1
false notion had completely fom r
him. In reality she had not uttered
complaint nil day. She had express
ed no despondent view, but had gen
tly striven to dispel the gloom between
them, all of which hnd emannted from
himself.
"Upon my word," sold he, lookln
across at her, "you are a very cheerful
young woman."
"In comparison with whom?"
"Myself."
She nodded her head and smiled at
him.
"I am a good deal worried," said he.
"This business of mine In Boston sits
on me like an Incubus whatever that
is."
"I am sorry," said she.
Perhaps he had looked for a little
curiosity, and perhaps the china blue
eyes read this in his face, for she tact
fully asked a leading question, and he
told his story. There were few peo
ple In the world with whom he would
have spoken as frankly.
"The trouble Is," said he In conclu
sion, "that I daro not go directly to
the president of the bank. He's a tar
tar, and this particular kind of re
newal Is his pet aversion. But If 1
can have tho matter put up to him In
just the right light by a friend of
mine (and a pet of bis) inside the
bank the thing will go through. I don't
want Bolaud even to know that I came
over to Boston to see auybody In the
bank. I wouldn't have him know U
for a thousand dollars."
"Mr. Bolaud Is the president?"
"Yes."
"Suppose you should meet him on the
street," she suggested.
"I should dodge Into the nearest open
door," said he. "If he saw me In Bos
ton at this time he'd know what 1 was
there for", and he doesn't like wirepull
ing Inside his bank."
"I don't like wirepulling anywhere,"
said Celia. "1 think you should meet
Mr. Bolaud deliberately."
"Not for gold and precious stones."
"I have a feeling that you will," she
insisted, "and I don't like the Idea
that you're afraid of him."
"I don't like it myself," said he, "but
I am."
"Then you'll surely meet hiru. I nev
er daro to be afraid of anything for
fear that It will happen."
"I admit there's something in It," said
he.
Colla retired to her stateroom early,
and Bartlett went down to the main
deck, where in the girl's absence lie
relapsed into gloom and consoled him
self with strong cigars.
A streaky fog lay on the sound. In
the thicker places the steamer would
slow down as if bewildered, aud lur
whistle would exchange Impatient
blasts of nautical conversation with
other whistles. A human irritation
seemed to animate these tones.
Bartlett thought of Colin lying
awake and listening to the mournful
and alarming chorus. Tenderness
camo to his heart. He regretted that
he had not been kinder to her; that he
had not spoken cheerier worus at their
parting.
"All the human sense and goodness
have gone out of me," he growled. "1
am the wreck of what I was."
It was past 11 when he went to his
stnteroom, and ho sat for a long time
on the edge of his berth, thinking
despondently of tho morrow. The whis
tle was now doing Its worst, and the
answers were more petulent. He dis
tinguished one voice among them that
seemed angrier than the others, and it
drew constantly nearer. Then for an
interval ho missed that voice. Silence
reigned for perhaps no more than a
minute, but It seemed much longer.
Bartlett rose to his feet ho knew not
why.
In the depths of the vessel he heard
a bell strike once. The vibration of
the fabric ceased. The engine was at
rest. Suddenly, close at hand, tho
whlstlo that he had listened for called
out with Its strong voice. Two quick
blasts answered it from his own ves
sel, aud Instantly the bell In the depths
rang sharply twice.
Bartlett was in part prepared for
what came next, but not for the mag
nitude of it. The crash as the two
ships met seemed nntural to his ears,
but tho Infernal din that followed
shook the soul of him with terrors
wholly unexpected.
Bartlett ran out Into the saloon ami
looked across. Ho saw some tangled
wreckage and a cloud 'of steam
through which was visible a blur of
light. This came from the other ves
sel.
Men were pouring up from beiow,
drenched with water and many of
them liberally dabbled with blood.
Celia! Tho uamo leaped Into Bart
lett's mind with a shock that made
his head swim. He rail to the door
of her room ntul thundered Umu
calling to her. f'ho answered I,,
very much In her usual tone. .
"1 will be ie.d. In a moment."
said and utmost I nmedliitely np
cd. He was amazed that she sh ..
bo dressed.
"Are many people huttV" she ns
"We must tiy to help." And
crossed to the wreckage.
An officer and some uniformed r
groes. with a passenger or two, ve,
disentangling the injured from !'.
wreck of staterooms. Bartlett Jolir
this party and was astonished to we
men nnd women come forth from th
mass of splinters with but a fe
scratches. He worked with zeal f i
perhaps two minutes, which deemed
long, and sufficed for multltudliioii
service. Then he climbed out of 1 1 a
tangle and looked around for Celia.
The young lady with nervous prns
trntlon, whoso doctor had sternly oi
BANDAULNO TIIK WOUNDS UPON A MAN'S
HEAD.
dcred her to abstain from all exertion
nnd excitement, was kneeling on the
floor of the saloon deftly bandaging
the wounds upon n man's head.
Admiration of her courage thrilled
In him. He remembered that his own
work was not done. A honrso voice
was calling from behind a stateroom
door which was jammed so that It
could not bo opened. Bartlett got his
fingers Into a crevice and ripped the
lock out through the woodwork. The
door swung open.
Tho Interior of that room, If it could
still be said to have an Interior, was
an Impossible ruin. The rear wall
was the grny sea fog, the berths had
fallen Into the nether wreckage, the
floor was shattered so that It looked
like the debris of a picket feuce, but
It held. And on that shivered floor,
clothed In pajamas supplemented by
a pair of trousers and one shoe, stood
Curtis Bolaud, president of the It. and
It. National bank!
Bartlett extended a hand and drew
him to a securer footing. Except for
n few bruises and scratches he was
unhurt.
"Ha, Mr. Bartlett," said lie cheerily,
"so you're my preserver. Where Is
Miss Gilbert? Safe, I trust."
Bartlett pointed across the saloon to
where Celia still knelt among the
wounded.
"God bless her!" snid Boland fer
vently. "I know her well by sight
her father and I are neighbors ;n
Brooklyn but I have never met the
young lady, so I kept aloof win i I
saw you with her In the dining room
this evening. I expected to meet you
later in Boston, of course."
The collision of the two vessels
seemed a small shock compared to his
collision witli Curtis Bolaud. The
service he had rendered utterly debar
red htm from asking favors at the
bank.
Tho floor did not sink under him
The night's calamities were at an end.
Water tight compartments kept the
vessel afloat, and she proceeded slow
ly under her own steam to New Lon
don, whence the passengers proceeded
by train to Boston.
Bartlett, Boland and Miss Gilbert
were companions on this Journey, and
for a large part of a way the lady,
utterly exhnusted, slept profoundly.
And one of the men watched beside
her with something nkln to n father
ly affection, the other with deeper ten
derness. He know now why tho eyes
that he had seen ten years before had
never faded from his memory.
"Bartlett." said the banker, "I for
get whether you are married."
"I am not," answered Bartlett. "A
year from today who knows?"
There was a long pause.
'Bartlett, how nre things going with
you?"
"Every prospect' pleases," responded
tho young man.
Tho banker eyed him for some mln
utes.
"Perfectly convenient for yon to
meet that note?"
"I enn mee't It," answered Bartlett,
nnd then he straightened up in his
seat. "I can do many things that
would have been hard yesterday. I
have had n lesson In courage, In self
forpetfulness and in the value of life.
I am worth n dozen of the Johnny
Bartletts that havo been walking the
floor this last mouth, and one of the
proofs of It Is thnt I'm not afraid to
tell you that I havo been walking the
floor. I am not afraid of anything or
anybody."
Another silence,
"Send mo over a llttlo money," said
tho banker, "as llttlo as you pleane.
just enough to mnko u showing. Send
mo the siiino kind of paper for the
balance. Wilt that suit?"
"I should think so! But I don't
usU"-
"You have asked nothing," said Bo
land. "Tho proposition Is mine "
HELD OPJ HIE
Woman Faces Burglars, Who
Flee Before Bullets.
HUSBAND BITTEN BY ONE.
"111 Shoot Your Wife if You Shoot
Mol" Would Bo Robber Tells Georgo
Cisclotta, Whose Wife Puts
Up Stiff Fight.
Now York, Nov. 1. The neighbor-
hood of Alexander avenue and One
Hundred nnd Forty-fifth street, tho
Bronx, was in n turmoil of excitement
when shots were exchanged in n run
ning fight between citizens and two
men who hold up Mrs. Mary Cisclotta,
at tho point of a gun, In her home nt
475 East One Hundred nnd Forty-fifth
street.
One of the alleged holdup men was
caught after a fierce fight with a po-
llccmnn. Both were Injured In tho
scrimmage. George Cisclotta, a build
ing contractor, In whoso home tho men
attempted to rob his wife, wns also
hurt, having been bitten by one of
tho mon when he tackled him In his
parlor.
Mrs. Cisclotta wns in the front room
of her homo when tho two men en
tered, one of them pointing a revolver
nt her and commanding her to bo quiet.
At about this tlmo Mr. Cisclotta, who
Is fifty-three years old, entered tho
house from the rear, having been in
the back yard. Without attracting at-
tcntlon he got n gun from his bedroom.
Then tho contractor, rovolver drawn,
stepped Into the hnllway leading Into
tho front room and told tho men to
surrender. Neither moved. One of
tham continued to point his weapon
at Mrs. Cisclotta.
"If you shoot mo I'll shoot your
wife!" wns tho answer to Clsclotta's
demands to give up.
Cisclotta held his gun on tho man
who held the other revolver pointed at
the woman. In this way they stood
several minutes. Finally the men nerv
ously began to edge their way toward
tho door.
Seeing an opening as he ncared tho
contractor one of the men sprang sud
denly, dragging him to the tloor. As
the two men fell, Cisclotta lost his
hold on his gun nnd in the tusslo his
left hand was bitten savagely.
Leaving Cisclotta on the floor, the
two men ran down a stairway leading
to the street. The contractor quickly
revived and following the pair began
firing nt them. Tho fugitives ran to
ward Alexander avenue, followed by
Cisclotta. Shots were exchanged, but
no one wns hurt, although there were
many persons In One Hundred and
Forty-fifth street when tho shooting
began.
AUTO XIHER ON TRIAL.
Millionaire Whose Car Killed Miss
Hough Faces Jury.
New York, Nov. 1. Edward T. Ito
seuhelmer. Indicted for murder in the
first degree for the killing of Grace
Hough with his automobile on tho
night of Aug. 18 In the Bronx and
going on unheeding, is on trial before
Justice O'Gorman In the criminal
branch of the supreme court.
There was a special panel of a hun
dred jurors, but the jury was obtained
after forty-five of tho talesmen had
been examined. Several were excused
because they owned motor cars. Bo
senlielmer is being prosecuted by As
sistant District Attorney Maynard, nnd
James W. Osborne appears for tho de
fense. LOSES LEG UNDER TRAIN.
Runaway Youth Meets With Serious
Accident at Middletown.
Middletown, N. Y Nov. 1. In try
ing to board a freight train near
Downsvlllo on tho Ontario nnd West
ern rnllroad, Cornelius Voorhees, nged
seventeen, who ran away from his
home, 732 Melrose avenue, the Bronx,
fen days ago, fell under the wheels.
His left foot was crushed.
lie was brought to Thrall hospital,
this city, where tho log was amputated.
Voorhees' companion wns Arthur Boss
man of 401 Willis avenue, the Bronx.
IIo Is twenty nnd also ran nwny.
DRANK ACID THROUGH STRAW
Mrs. George Coley. Despondent Over
Husband's Death, Kills Herself.
Middletown, N. Y., Nov. 1. Drinking
carbolic ncid through n straw, Mrs.
Georgo Coley quickly succumbed to
tho draught nt her homo here. Tho
woman, who had suffered from melan
cholia for Boino yenrs following tho
death of her husband, hnd recently
been growing worse.
Her sou, Glen II. Coley, gave up n
course ho was talcing nt 1'rntt insti
tute, Brooklyn, in order to enro for his
mother.
Starting a Family Jar.
"No ninn over obtained anything
worth having without working hard
for it," said Mrs. Bickers to her bus
Land, who was in n discouraged mood.
"Qulto true," replied Mr. Bickers
reflectively. "I remember that I ob
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