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TREASURE OF THE SEA ?i <f?*r LlaM WJUL CHAPTER I. g ? P Such a small thing as a shrimp ei may save a man's life by putting b new heart into him at a time when his digestive organs have ceased to a function for lack of fuel. If the will n to live or die is dependent upon a t< bunch of nerve cells and ganglions, P the proper activity of the latter is b contingent upon the regular carboni- ? cation of commonplace foods. a Dick Jordan had reached the point 0 of semi-starvation and physical ex hauston when lethal forgetfulness f seemed the greatest boon to man? ti to drift off painlessly into a world a of dreams and fancies that ends in E death. He didn't want to live; he 8 had lost the will to go on and suf- 0 fer; he craved surcease from the torture of wind and sun and waves 5 ?and from thirst and hunger I J Clinging to his frail support that 1 had been the toy of the waves for ' days and nights?he scarcely knew I how many?he raised his head for s one last look around his narrow un- t dulating horizon before releasing his ' hold to sliD down into the ereen ' waters clamoring to receive him. It ' _ was the last despairing look of a 1 flying man when the faculties flare 1 up an instant, in full intelligence, ' before the final collapse. 1 Then, coming on the crest of a wave, sliding down its slope to meet him, a small island of seaweed thrust its tentacles of air-bladders and greenish fronds about his neck and shoulders, rustling and mur muring against the sides of his raft. Aroused an instant by this unex pected break in the monotony of his horizon the castaway stared at it in stupified wonder. It was alive with crustaceans and molluscs, those tiny forms of life that cling to algae and make their homes in their branches?squids, snails, slugs* bar nacles and anthropods. A tiny crab floated on the surface. Dick made a grab for it, but missed it. His splash startled from their hiding place a school of shrimp. Catching one of these, he decapi tated it and ate it raw. The taste awakened dormant impulses in him. He began fishing warily for the tiny creatures, driving them into the open with one hand and cupping them with the other, or corraling them into a dense mass of seaweed, he would fling them on his float I with the algae and scramble for them before they could leap back into the sea. It became an exciting game, with real food as the prize. Every time he caught one and swallowed it, his appetite craved more, and his fagged brain power rallied to his assistance, giving him the neces sary mental alertness and skill for the work. A Handful of Shrimp Revives Will to Live It saved his life?the shrimp and the game! By the time he had scavenged the mass of seaweed, I robbing it of every form of life that could be called food, his mind was clearer through the functioning of his digestive organs, and the will to live and fight it out flared up again. But the handful of raw shrimps had, after all, been a mere morsel to a starving man, and the salt of them, which had tasted good at first, was beginning to intensify his thirst. He had been fortunate in securing rain water for the first three days, but the last of it was gone, and the agony of thirst was beginning to add to the tortures of an empty stom ach. "If there was a sail now?" he began, and then stopped. Insanity lay in that direction. He had looked (or a sail so long mai ms eyes were sore and unsteady; be had prayed for it until in a frenzy of disappoint ment he had anathematized all prayer as silly and misleading; he ~ had hoped and longed for the sight of a ship until he had seen them in his dreams?a dozen of them?sail big around and around him, mock ing him, tantalizing him even in his vaking moments. There had been strange illusions, mirages of ships and argosies, pictures of islands and headlands, of towns and cities, of people walking their streets. They had come and gone until the be fuddled brain was at odds with it self. "There isn't any sail!" he mut tered aloud, closing his teeth. "There are dream sails, mirages of them, but nothing real. They dis appeared from the ocean ages ago. I know, for I saw the last of them." He had glimpsed a sail?a real sail?when ha thrust his head up ward after his meal of shrimp; but he wouldn't believe it?wanted to believe it?but wouldn't. "It's only in my eye," be added. "I'd get cross-eyed if I Cried to look at all the ships I've seen since? since that night" That night was forever ^indelibly impressing itself upon his mind?a nightmare of horror I The steamer had struck in the middle of the night and out of the staterooms had all earned an endless array at strange forms white-faced women. rim-lipped men, and weak-kneed c assengers of both sexes who need i help to get them in the small oats. Dick himself had helped women nd children into the first boats, win ing smiles of trust from the lat :r and glances of frightened ap roval from the former. There had een a few others of the passengers 'ho actively arrayed themselves longside the officers to maintain rder and system. One of them was Pettigrew?Hen 'ettigrew?whose whole life and raining made him immune to fear nd excitement. Hen had distin uished himself in that melee, as he Iways did, and won the approval f the captain. Early in the confusion they had eparated?Hen Pettigrew and Dick rordan?for the exigency of the mo nent severed all conventional xjnds. Dick had been allowed to go lis own way, free as any other pas tenger; but he knew, or felt, that he other's eyes were on him, watch ng that he didn't slip into one of he boats filled mostly with women ind children. He had an unpleas ant sensation that he was still being watched as a criminal. The vigi lance of the law never relaxed?not Even in the panic of a shipwreck. / /mmaem "No, not in the same boat," came the unexpected reply. When all but two of the boats had been cast off, and the sea was full of them, bobbing around like cockle-shells, be and Hen had come face to face?the only two passen gers left aboard. Hen had looked at him, and nodded pleasantly. "You've done well, Jordan," were his words. "Which boat do you want to go in?" Dick was surprised into stammer ing by the question. Until then there had been no choice. He still considered himself Pettigrew's man; he had not thought of making a break for liberty. Ever since he had left the South American port in Hen's custody he had been a mod el prisoner, and it seemed slightly dishonorable to take advantage of the disaster to escape. "Why, the one you choose for me," he answered. "It makes no differ ence. Is there room for both of us?" "No, not in the same boat," came the unexpected reply. "That's why I'm giving you a choice. You de serve iWafter this." He waved his hand around to in dicate his meaning. Petti grew Wishes Dick Good Luck in Future Jordan was more astonished than ever. Pettigrew was eyeing him as a man, and not as an officer of the law; he even placed a hand famil iarly on one shoulder. "We're just man to man now, Jor dan," he added. "We're not going to leave this ship together?can't, you know?captain's orders. You go your way, and I go mine. If we meet again?on shore?I'll pinch you. It's my duty. But Just now we're ? Well," laughing quietly, "friends, I guess. I don't mind call ing you that. I wish you good luck! If you reach shore and I don't I wish ?wish?" Dick never knew what he Intend ed to wish, for at that moment the harsh, grating voice of the first mate internqjted. and Jordan tumbled Into one boat and Hen Pettigrew into another. Almost instantly they were sep arated in the blackness of the night Dick was free, in truth, then?not on probation. He had the whole world to roam so long as he didn't run afoul of Hen Pettigrew. As they drifted through the darkness at the night he smiled broadly, while the others sat and moaned or spoke in awed, frightened voices. Would they ever reach land? How far were they from the nearest shore? That was the burden of their conversa tion. At first an effort was made to keep the boats together, but this was soon abandoned by the There was always the danger at 1 : j ollislon In a rough sea. In a couple of hours each boatload ras a separate unit, dependent upon he skill and exertion of its own :rew for safety, with no knowledge if what was happening to the oth irs. The black pall of night de fended upon them, obliterating the est of the world, and circumscrib ng for them an existence bounded j >y the gunwales of the boat. In his narrow space they huddled, iwed and terrified as much by the tense of isolation as by the roar it wind and waves. Jordan was not greatly surprised when the accident he had been an ticipating came; it seemed the in stable climax to their adventure, ind unavoidable. A giant wave lifted them clear out of the water and upset the frail craft, rolling it jver and over before allowing it to iescend into the trough to be tram pled upon by the mountain of surg ing green brine. After that it was every man for himself. There was no further op port unity for team worK or mutual co-operation. Dick Jordan found himself clinging to a few boards that had been in the bottom of the boat. It made an excellent raft for one, but hardly of use for two. In his eagerness to take full possession of it, a fat man climbed upon it, overreaching himself by his greedi ness. The slender raft sunk out of sight, and when it Anally came to the sur face again the fat man was gone. Jordan retrieved it; clung to it; clutched it with both hands, refusing to yield his hold even when the waves rolled it over and over and buried him fathoms deep in the sea. He had been three days on the raft before the will to live had Anal ly cracked, and then, fortiAed by the raw food washed up to him by the mass of drifting seaweed, revived, and once more struggled to reassert itself over exhausted, tortured Aesh. It was a real sail that his red rimmed eyes saw this time, but he refused to believe it for a long time, laughing at his own inconsistency in hoping and praying that it was not an optical illusion, and declaring in the same breath it could not be any thing else. It was not only a real sail that he saw, but it was coming in his direction, bearing down upon him at a speed that quickly dis pelled all doubts. Two-Masted. Lugger Hoves in Sight As the boat, drew nearer. Dick made out its nondescript character from its sails. A two-masted lug ger, quite common in the Caribbean for fishing and coasting, with lump ish hull and mildewed canvas, spot ted like the coat of a leopard, it slopped along in the rough seas as If unwillingly propelled by a power that it could not resist. Long before any one aboard sight ed Dick Jordan, he had studied ths craft from stem to keel with greedy, anxious eyes, taking in everything from the clumsily bent top-sails to the ill-fitting jib that was forever shifting in the wind. "Fishermen," he concluded, speaking his thoughts aloud. "I can't be far from land." A moment later, when the lugger acted as if about to change her course, be raised his free hand and shouted with ail the strength he could muster. Even at that dis [ ance, it seemed almost miraculous that they heard or saw him; but keen eyes had been scanning the sea closely, looking for just such derelicts. It was their business to pick up flotsam and jetsam of the ocean on the chance of finding a prize. His cry brought several black faces to the port rail, and Jordan's former conclusion that the lugger was a native fishing craft seemed confirmed by the appearance of the TK?v wpra nwarthv flflrih*. an ancient type weakened and dt luted by the blood of pure Negroes. A burly half-breed, with the white part of him showing in his straight hair and mottled complexion, aeemed to be in command, for the order came from him to heave the lugger up in the wind and lowei a boat. Twenty minutes later Dick sat or the dirty, ill-smelling deck of the vessel, greedily eating and drinkini food ^nd liquid that under ordinary circumstances would have repellec him; but nature's cravings had U be satisfied, and H was no time U be critical. The crew formed I half circle around him, with Captalr Tucu, the half-breed skipper, anr Black Burley, the lugger's mate, ii the immediate foreground. Thai were inspecting him with somethini more than curiosity?with greet and avariciousneas, Dick thought but be could not exactly translate it in words. Captain Tucu had an evil, sinistei face that in repose was bard ant sullen, as if the white blood ia hin was silently protesting the ln|astic< at the trick played in mingling negn with tt; in action it lighted up with i fierceness of either )oy or ange that had an element at the fanatic's (TO BE oosmwunj) 1 ? IMPROVED "UiLJUiLJ UNIFORM INTERNATIONAL Sunday | chool Lesson By H AHOLD L. LUNDQUUT. O. D. Of The Moody Bible Institute of Chicago. Released by Western Newspaper Urnon. Lesson for November 10 Leeson subjects sod Scripture text* se ItcM and copyrighted by International CwmeU^oI Rallaloua EduoaUon; Head to PAUL FOUNDS THE CHURCH AT PHIL1PPI LESSON TEXT ? Acts IS'.U-lt; ThUlp plans S:S-U. MEMORY SELECTION ? I can do aQ thing* through Christ which gtrunfthdncth me ?PhlllpSana ?:1L Missionary zeal keeps a Christian in action for God. After a time at the church in Antioch, the urge to preach the gospel sent Paul out on his second missionary Journey. This time his partner was Silas, because he and Barnabas. had separated over talcing Mark along, since he had turned back in the midst of the first missionary Journey. Timothy took his place (Acts 18:1-9). Our lesson is of unusual import because it tells us how the gospel first came to Europe, from whence I it later came to America. Paul'* efforts to continue his ministry in Asia were hindered by the Holy Spirit (Acts 16:6, 7). It was then i that he was given a heaven-sent vision of a man in Macedonia cry- 1 ing for help. At once the party set out to obey the leading of the Holy Spirit (Acts 16:9, 10). I. Paul's Ministry to the Philip plans (Acts 16:11-15). Philippt was an important city, a Roman colony and outpost. Ap parently the Jews who had come there to live had not felt any strong desire (for religious fellowship, for they had built no synagogue. Cer tain godly women met on the Sab bath by the riverside for prayer. Here was Paul's opportunity and he took it. The story of the conversion of Lydia has many elements of spe cial interest. It presents the turn ing point in the progress of the gos pel, which by the grace and lead ing of God brought it northward to Europe rather than southward iato Africa or eastward through Asia. Many of us have heard be cause of the way Paul was led, and one wonders if Europe and America might not otherwise have been the "dark continents" rather than Africa and India. We are what we are by the grace of God. He sent us the gospel through Paul that day at Philippi. Then we note that the first con vert was a woman. She was not i the last woman to give an attentive ear and a believing heart to the gospel message. The church ?Krm i rrV> nil its Kietnru Vine Kaon Blessed by the readiness of women to bear and heed the gospel. We like to note that Lydia set a pattern of hospitality and service which her sisters in the church have maintained (see v. 15). She "con strained" the visiting preachers to enjoy the comforts of her home, and thus put forward the work of Christ (see III John 5-8). It is encouraging to observe how perfectly the leading of the Holy Spirit worked out in the experience of Paul and his brethren. The Lord sent his prepared messenger to the place where there was a prepared heart waiting to receive the Word. We may confidently go on the er rands of our God, knowing that when he leads he goes before and prepares the way. That does not mean that there will be no trials and difficulties. Paul had plenty of them (see II Cor. 11:23-33). But it does mean that we may go with the assurance of blessed results, in his name, and with the grace to bear whatever comes aloof the way for his glory. The second Scripture portion of our lesson is not related to the first except, that it gives a portion of the letter which Paul, by the inspira tion of the Holy Spirit, wrote to the church which he had helped to establish at Philippi about 12 years j later. n Ike Skill. plans'mi" 2*Hl)"" " "" r Although after Lydia's conversion Paul met opposition and suffered imprisonment (Acts 11:15-40), that was only the beginning of a blessed ministry there. The church at Phlllppi (hough poor and persecuted was loyal and warmhearted. They sent a gener ous gift to Paul, who was in prison in Rome. He wrote to thank them, and his letter became a real hymn of joy and assurance. It discusses Christian experience, its principle, pattern, purpose and power. Chapter 2 presents the mind of Christ as the pattern of true Chris tian living. Nothing is to be done for vain glory (v. 3), but in the spirit of Christ, who willingly gave up his glory with the Father that he might become our Saviour. It has well been said that if he had not done so, we should have been I amazed at his glory, but we should | never have been saved. He who might have "grasped" (v. [ 6, R. V.) his equality with God, laid it aside that as a man he might die for the salvation of lost mankind (v. 8). Little wonder that God has given him such a high and exalted posi tion (TV. 5-11). One day every tongue shall confess that he is Lord. Hasten the day I .. ] lUJlame *Joum fop&deti b WASHINGTON ?y Wohar Shaod WMU Wamkimffm Burtau 1414 Kw St.. M. W. Ftrtiliitr Industry Says It Caa Msst All Dtmands \I/ITH thousands of acres of farm ' ' land mined-out of crop-produc ing minerals due to heavy and con stant working during the over-pro ductive war years, this question at fertilizer?or perhaps the ques tion of government or private in dustry production of fertilizer ? is looming ever more important as the basis of spirited controversy in the BOth congress. Your Home Town Reporter has been learning something about the question under the tutelage of no less an authority than Maurice H. Lockwood, president of the Nation al Fertilizer association, an organ ization which claims something like 480 memberships from the some 800 fertilizer plants in the country. Lockwood has been a fertilizer ex ecutive for many years, having headed the fertilizer division of the Eastern State Farmers' Exchange, one of about 20 co-operatives which hold membership in the association, f ft^irirrvwl'g aFvuilutian. ikinf with the National Plant Food coun cil, the other national fertiliser or ganisation, Is locked in battle with the Farm Bnrean and other organ isations over farther entrance of government la the production of fertiliser, and partiealarly against the HiU-Bankhead bin and the Flan agan bin, which la definitely and unalterably sponsored by the Farm Bnrean. Lockwood says the fertilizer In dustry is not opposed to construc tion of a government pilot plant or to government education and re search for benefit of the farmers in the fertilizer field, but they want government to stop there and per mit private enterprise to take on the commercial development of fer tilizer from that point. He says the private fertilizer plants have the capacity to manufac ture more fertilizer than the farm ers can use, that they are manu facturing fertilizer cheaper than ever before with increased plant food content and that they are mak ing better fertilizer than ever be fore. And if that is true, then why should government enter the pic ture? Why a Government Plant? It seems to your Home Town Re porter that the answer boils down to, "What is a pilot plant?" and how much fertilizer can the government make and still not enter the com mercial field? Also, if the fertilizer industry can and will do all it claims, then why should the Amer ican Farm Bureau, an organization of fanners, insist that the govern ment take a hand? They have been traditionally against government ownership and even the authors of the bills are opposed to government ownership. Congressman jonn rianagan iu. Vn.), who Is chairman of the house agricultural committee, In discuss ing his biD said: "While I do not believe the government should go Into the fertiliser business, I would like to see the government step in and set op fertiliser experimental pilot plants at such points as will serve the different sections of our country, ran the plants for the length of time necessary to develop the right kinds of fertiliser needed for our different soils and demon strate to the farmers the Imper ative necessity for sell Improve ment and cam and then turn the plants ever to private Industry." This is what the fertiliser associ ations say too. Only they do not agree on how big these pilot plants should be nor how much fertiliser they should make for demonstra tion purposes. Then they don't like the plan to sell these plants to co operatives after the government has finished with them on the theory that the purchasers would be "hand picked" which, of course, is a pre sumption that there would be aome thino crooked in the sals of the plants. Some Changei Needed It teems to this reporter that be fore the fertilizer industry wins the confidence of the farmer the indus try must develop a different method of packaging' more plant food in smaller packages. In other words, that when a farmer buys a ton of fertilizer or 500 pounds of fertilizer, he gets that much plant food and not COO pounds of plant food and 1,400 pounds of filler or "inert matter." Secondly, he must provide differ ent methods of mixing so as to eliminate long freight hauls for which the farmer pays on this heavy tonnage. Thirdly, he must provide better and more accurate labeling so that the farmer knows exactly what he is buying; and there is a move under way now to provide for this more accurate labeling in a bill which will be introduced in the next congress. That the industry eventually can do this is shown in the fact that they have improved the plant food content over the years and still could lower prices. Movement of Flying Pests* Equilibrator Photographed A high-speed motion picture ha* at last demonstrated the move ment and function of the tiny club shaped organ that protrudes from each side of flies, mosquitoes and other two-winged insects, reports Collier's. Called halteres, the pair vibrate synchronously 200 times a second and enagle the insect to maintain its equilibrium in the air. The loss of one or both organs prevents the insect from flying again. How To Relieve Bronchitis I _ ? eawTroceright to theleat'of the trouble to help loosen and expel serin 1a^?*n nhfrym nvt aid Datura to mottle and beat raw, tender, la tlamed bronchial mucous mem branes. Tell your drugfist to sell yoa a bottle of Creomulslon with the OD derstandlat you must like tba way It quickly allays the cough or yoa are to hare your money back. CREOMULSION forCowfct.rWitCoMi.OroncfcWi Whon you meosure Nm rt^nMaaoui^ of Clobbor Girl Mo your Hour, you took# iho bust pouibio boginning . .. You or# wro to got jut* Iho right mo in your ou ing bowl, foAowod by that Anal mo to BgM and fluffy flavor in Am ovon . . . Thot'i iho tlory of Clobbor Citfi hoi / hT""" "Cold Bug'got him down? S?*T16HT^ "N J (S0? CM EST MUSCLES J \ T ARE M/ -4sw (SPKiAUyl1 Poor little chat muecla *o tight they ltd "equaled" ... ?o lore from hard coughing it hurt* him to breathe? Quick, Mentholetum. Bub it on chat, back, neck. 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