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Thursday. April 10 KL» THE STRUMPET SEA • By Ben Ames Williams c S fl N A rsKr SYNOPSIS McAusland was he ? he mU *<? from Amer £* »K. U ri eh « post as a missionary ■JJJJSP ,M«nds A crime he had ‘4St££ iir* s «®StaSurs2 g* cad Wand. Mary was attracted by George s attempts to avoid her One day George accidentally fell overboard. CHAPTER n Mary unhesitatingly aove Into the sea to rescue George. Now Geqrge had to talk to her. His fears were realized when he began to tall in love with her. When the boat approached per home on Gilead Island, they learned that Mary's parents had both died. CTAPTER.m— C-eorge volunteered to ch »rg* of the mission which had been vacated by the deaths of Mary's Faced *?th the necessity of Mary ’/ he left her now. George forced himself to ask her to be bis wife. Mary accepted hie clumsy proposal, and they left the ship to live in her former home on the island. CHAPTER IV— The scanty dress of the natives shocked George at first, but he soon became reconciled to their customs. Mary discovered that Corkran, a sailor friend of George’s, had deserted ship to live on the island. He had come there to help George and Mary if they needed him. Their peaceful life was interrupted one day when a ship stopped In the har bor in search of pearls. —George had natives watch the ship when it sailed for the other side of the island. They saw the pearl divers attacked and their schooner sunk by a pirate ship. CHAPTER Vl—They watched with fear as the pirates headed their boat toward the bay near their village. George sent Mary inland for safety and walked down to the beach, alone and defenseless, to meet the unwelcome visitors. Natives carried him back to Mary hours later, shot through the shoulder. CHAPTER VII —Natives killed the pi rates that night and set their boat afire. The boat was still burning when the long awaited whaler, the Venturer, arrived. Mary was told that its captain had died, and that his sons, Richard and Peter Corr, were now in charge as captain and first mate She liked Richard, but was told by Peter that he publicly laughed at her affection. CHAPTER VTTl—George was a sick man when the Venturer arrived. The consumption which had developed from a cold was complicated by the bullet wound tn his shoulder. CHAPTER IX—George agreed to leave the island when he saw that the epidemic among the natives was caused by his consumptive comlit'on. A native gave Mary a small bag of pearls as a fare- present. The ar.itc-Se of the crew' toward Peter bothered Mary, so she de cided to find oat if he was really re sponsible for the death of a seaman who had been killed while whaling. CHAPTER X—Evidence which pointed toward Peter’s responsibility was damn ing but was not conclusive proof. George and Mary saw their first whale several days later. CHAPTER Xl—The whale was killed only after a long struggle during which Richard thrust shaft after shaft into its enormous side. Mary was surprised the next evening when Peter approached her and forcibly tried to press his intentions unnn her f CHAPTER XIII—The oil casks aboard ship were almost filled before the ship headed south to round Cape Horn for America. Mary discovered one morning that her pearls were missing CHAPTER XlV—Loss of the pearls disturbed Mary greatly. To explain the theft of the pearls to George, she was forced to tell him about the sinking of the pirate ship for the first time. It startled him to learn that others thought him so weak that he u * to.’.i •„,iAgT£R XV—Several days later George was suddenly seized by a fit of jealousv. He threatened to kill Richard for making love to his wife, but Mary persuaded him that his suspicions were groundless. CHAPTER XVI Mary stayed beside George’s bunk all that night. She thought the mo tion of the ship had eased. There was no longer much roll. Once next day Mary went up the companion way. She saw, standing somewhat sheltered by the companion, that the great seas astern were forever about to overtake them. Solid water piled up behind them higher and higher, seemed to hang above them for a while, moving nearer and near er, till its crest broke into wind driven foam, and the mass subsided. There were two men at the wheel, fighting it hard. Peter came to Richard’s side and shouted some thing; but Richard, staring stonily ahead, did not even nod. Peter turned to the companion, and Mary backed down into the cabin with him following. He said, hoarse with panic; “He’s crazy, I tell you.” She saw that he was shaking with simple fear; but she was not afraid. No emotion could touch her now. She went in to George, to sit be side him, holding his hand. He would be better when the sun shone again and they were all warm. She thought she had been cold for weeks, could not remember when she had not been stiff with cold. Time parted. At intervals, Peter of Mat Forbes came below for a brief mo ment of rest in their cabin across from George’s. The lamps were lighted day and night, swinging and -flaring crazily; but night ran into day without division. She thought of Richard, never leaving the deck, hi* face set like granite, staring ahead yet seeing nothing, forcing the ship along this road that might have death at the end like a man fleeing blindly from something dreadful. She knew what It 'WM ! from which, be; fled. Her thought*-kept him ered ever him. wi*bed *ie [ mijfaj cwi Q rt him. while me tortmed Vasts wm **w * *•*'* j disaster struck them in tnat hour , between midnight and dawn when j men are at low ebb. J . *' or Was ttlen s sea overtook the j venturer, solid water like a wall, so I high that >t becalmed the fore course: and before the topsails could lift her it came aboard over the stern. The mass of it boiled through , the after house; the stern was i pressed down by the weight, and the ship’s way checked. Then, as i thß JlSgP 1 the water swirled ! and earned about the decks like a ! school of fish meshed in a net try ing this way and that to be free. ; 11 tore out bulwarks here and there. It ripped one of the boats from the i gripe 3 and left it hanging stern down against the ship’s side, bat tering to splinters there. ; When that sea caught them, Mat i Forbes and Gibbons were at the wheel together, but Gibbons was torn away by the solid water and flung forward head overheels. One o| his booted feet smashed through a pane in the skylight; and his foot in the hole it had made and held his body hanging head down. Mat Forbe* held to the wheel. Richard and Peter were saved by the life lines to which they clung; and the watch on deck forward had warning enough to give them time to grab at hand-holds. As the stern lifted, Richard leaped through water that was still knee ; deep to help Mat with his one good arm. The Venturer had begun ( 40 broach to, but the foretopmast i staysail helped pay her off; and they held her. The splitting crack when the foretopmast broke a foot above the cap warned Richard what was happening forward. The stick as it ; fell caught Eddie Few a sidewise j crack that stunned him or kilied him j outright. He slid overboard as the ■ great sea, sullenly relinquishing the j attack, drew off from the decks of i the Venturer. | Gibbons freed himself from the skylight and, heedless of his lacerat ed leg, returned to duty at the wheel. Richard kept the wheel with him, and since Peter was useless he , sent Mat Forbes to clear the wreck ■ age forward. Holding a precarious j footing against the pressure of the i screaming wind. Mat cut away the ; topgallantmast and let it go over side; and under his driving, men j secured the fragment of the topmast | to stop its banging, and caught the tangled web of rigging and con ! trolled it with many lashings. The i reefed foresail began to draw again. ; they got other useful rags of canvas on her; and an hour after that great sea, Richard went below to reassure | Mary, he had the Venturer in hand. In that hour the gale, having done its worst for their destruction, had i somewhat relented. The pressure ! of the wind began to ease, and be ’ fore daylight, though the seas still j were mountainous, the immediate j danger was ever, j Later that day they dropped an ! chor in a large bay which Peter i identified as Hoakes Bay. Here Rich ard planned to repair the Venturer, j Next morning after breakfast was served, Richard was asleep, and Pe i ter did not wake him. “We’re bet ter off if he stays asleep,” he said harshly. “He’ll wreck us before he’s 1 through. He’s crazy!” Weariness ! was on them all, crushing them; and ; after they had eaten, and after Mary had warmed George’s bed with hot water in the jugs again, they all slept. It was midafternoon before j Richard roused, and waked others, and the work of repairing damage began. | They lay three days in Hoakes Bay; and most of the time the wind ! held steady and boisterously strong, and the cold ate into them deaden ingly. But on the second day the sun shone fitfully between spats of rain; and when George saw the sun i in his cabin window, he wished to go on deck. Mary and Tommy helped him up the companionway; j and on her arm he moved out of the ' shade of the after house forward into the open waist of the ship. Mary saw i one of the ship's boats on its way to • the shore; and when Isaiah joined j them, Mary asked where tbe men i were going. j “Mate’s gone to get some fresh ‘ meat,” he said, “and to look for a j chance to fill our water casks. Is- I land’s full of wild hogs, thin as a i deer, not a mite of fat on ’em any where. You’d think you was eating veal. Real sweet meat." "You’ve been here before?” His Adam’s apple pumped violent ly. “Well, you might say! I’ve heard my pa tell about it, too. It used to be there was a lot of ships come here for seals, skins and blub ber and the like. They don’t come so much now. Not seals enough to pay you for the trouble, nor whales either.” He peered off across the water through narrowed eyes. George, looking at the green slopes rising from the water, the brown-flanked mountains to the east, said: “It’s all forest, isn’t it?" Isaiah shook his head. That s tussock grass you’re looking at It grows ten-twelve feet tall, and front here it looks like trees for a fact but it ain’t Thera ain’t no trees to mention, just vines and bushes. Corkran stopped for a moment and spoke to George. “Reverence, you’ll be needing sun on you, and warm days again to set you right.” ••I'll be fine, yes,” George as sented. “Caught a little cold, that's all; started me coughing again.” Mary, watching Corkran, saw the solicitude in hi* eyes. Then he turned to her, cheerful, smiling boldly. "Himself here, you and the aun are the medicine he need*," he said. "He has you, anyway.” £h*> felt is she 1 often did with Corkran aorocthio* unsoeken can Detween mm ana ner; me uiougni incredulously that somehow he had guessed her secret and Richard's— which George must never know. “He’ll always have me,” she said simply. “All of me. All my life.” Her eyes met Corkran’s fairly. "Aye,” he said. “You’re fine.” Mat Forbes summoned him. George looked after the sailor as be moved away. “You know, Mary, Corkran likes me.” “I know.” “I think he’s the first man who ever liked me.” Her hand lay in his arm. “I value his liking me; and yet by all the tests I know, he’s a graceless, sinful man.” He smiled at himself, at his own in consistency. At dinner next day Richard said they would be ready to depart by evening if the wind served. “We might have to wait,” he admitted. “It’ll need to come some easterly to help us out of tbe Bay.” He was sending both the remaining boats ashore to fill the casks from a pond the men had found net far from thte beach: and he and Peter would take one of the guns from the cabin to try for geese as an addition to their stores. When a little later the bpats were gone, the Venturer was almost de serted. Mary became conscious as the afternoon drew on of a change in the wind, and looked out tnrougb the small square window above the bunk and saw that the ship had swung so that the southern shores of the bay instead of the northern were now on that starocard side. Richard had said an easterly wind would favor their departure from Hoakes Bay, and she thought with a lift of spirits that they would de part tonignt, as soon as the boats returned. When after a while she heard the first boat bump the ship’s side, something in her quickened. She would be glad to be away, glad to come north out of this rotting cold and be warm again. She heard feel on deck, and lis tened for Richard’s voice. She heard Peter giving orders; then the creak of the windlass as the first cask of water was swung aboard. Someone came down the compan ion into the after cabin, and she thought it was Richard, ana won dered whether he would come to file door here to speak to them. Richard was coming into the main cabin now, passing the head of the table. She heard his steps, and looked through the door and saw not Richard but Peter. Peter went into the cabin which he and Mat Forbes shared; and after a minute or two he came out with his a: ms full of his belongings and carried them '■■W: l Inif jiflKw ii m 11. ” ' "Mary—Richard’s dead.” through the door into the common room aft. Into Richard’s cabin! She stared after him and her heart began to pound. She rose, and George waked and asked quickly: “What is it, Mary? Don’t leaye me.” She nodded in submission, yet she stood in the door, waiting for Peter to appear again. Why was he in Richard’s cabin? She could hear the sounds of his movement there. She began to tremble, not now with cold. She wished to call to Peter, and her lips were dry and her throat ached. Then he appeared. He did not speak. She forced herself to do so. She asked: “Peter —where’s Richard?” He shook his head, not in negation, but In a sort of submission. He said: “Mary—Richard’s dead.” Mary for a moment could not move. She heard herself whispering monotonously: “No. No. No.” She knew she was shaking her head in a gesture of denial, a refusal to be lieve. Richard could not be dead. He had been so alive. So much in him had spoken deeply and clearly to so much in her, even when no words passed between them, nor even any glances. She braced her hands against the sides of the door, looking at Peter. She stood there, shaking her head like one whose mind is adrift, whispering, mutter ing: “No, Peter. No, he isn’t He can’t be.” But Peter told her soberly: “He is, Mary.” Mary insisted, stupidly reiterant: “Peter, he’s alive.” He said, angrily resenting her re fusal to accept his word: < *Don't talk like a tool. I tell you hCVdeadi” Why shook" Petfer be angry because tUyt could not believe this khpossi- THE TYRRgIL TRIBUNE Die thinjf? ’ She forced herself to listen to what Peter said when he now began to relate what had happened, telling George, while the others listened. Peter said they set the men to fill the casks, and then he and Richard went around the pond, because there were geese on the other side. But the geese rose and flew up, and set tled again up there into what must be another pond; and he and Rich ard decided to follow the birds and try for a shot, and he called Gee, the Negro, to come along and carry their game. Peter had the gun, loaded with bird shot. They came into tussock grass, at first short but later higher than their heads. They worked their way into it, Rich ard leading, then Peter, then Gee behind. The grass was so luxuriant ' end so high that when they were six feet apart they were hidden from one another. j Peter said they came out at last on an open hillside grown with ber- j ry bushes. They saw the pond on ' the saddle of the ridge and a great fiock of geese in the pond. “I would have to crawl to get ! near enough to shoot,” Peter said, I explaining to them as they listened without speech, Isaiah and Hiram In the door with Corkran behind them, George and Mary at the ta- ; ble. Tommy Hanlihe had come to stand behind Peter, tears streaking his cheeks. Once when Mary looked j at Corkran she aaw that be was watching George, in an intent and searching fashion. Peter went on with his story of his brother’s death. “I’d have to crawl,” he said, “on my hands and knees. Richard and Gee stayed where they were, so’s not to scare the birds. I crawled within shot range and waited till they lined up good, and shot. Some were dead, and some of them flap ping on the water. The others flew away. “I stood up and yelled, and Gee came running. We chased the wounded geese in the shallow wa ter, and caught some, till we had eight. “Then I asked Gee where Richard : was. He said Richard had gone | down to the beach. I went along the top of the cliff looking for him, and finally I saw him. There was a point of rocks running out into the water, and he was sneaking toward ' the point as if he was trying to cut something off from the water. I i thought it might be seals, but I couldn’t see them. “I saw him start to run, and then I saw them coming toward the wa- I ter, galloping on their flippers the way they do; but they were sea lions, bigger than seals, some of them ten or twelve feet long. Dick , got in the way of them and he hit at I one with his club. It snapped at , him. I was too far away to see just | what happened, but they hs ve long I tusks, teeth like a dog's, only long- ! er. It must have sunk the tusks into his hand; and it just galloped on, dragging Richard with it, into the water.” "I think one of the tusks stuck in his wrist somehow; maybe wedged between the bones, or hooked into the tendons. , He was jerked off his feet, couldn’t do anything. It dragged him into the water, and they went under together. The place was boiling with them, dozens of them, like a school of mackerel. They churned it into foam like milk, j Even from up where I was, I couldn’t j see down into it. “I stayed there, running up and ' down the beach, shouting and yell- < ing like a crazy man, but I never ' saw him again.” (Continued next week) “LIMBS” By HELEN M. LAVENDER (Apologies to Joyce Kilmer) I do not think 1 that there’s a lim’ j Nor ankle quite as cute and trim As when its skin is gossamer i covered s So “skeeter” bites can’t be dis covered. | A limb that stands in sun some! day; A limb that sometimes kneels to; pray; A limb that may in summer wearj All the pretty colors I do declare. Your heels are red and “skint” and rough; Upon your bark your hide looks tough; Limbs are made by flattering hose But only you can make corny toes. LAKE LANDING LIBRARY IS HOME OF GOOD BOOKS The Lake Landing public library has just received another ship ment of books, according to Miss Orphie Berry, librarian. The li brary is the pride of the commun ity and has the backing of all of the citizens. It is called the home of good books. Among the new books received by the library are: (Juvenile)', Star Maiden, Little Indian, Polly anna’s Jewels, Pollyanna of Orange Blossoms; (Adult), Fame is the Spur, Valley of the Sun, AH This and Heaven Too, Arizona, Michael O’Halloran, Sue Barton, Supt. of Nurses, April Gold, The White Flower, The Beloved Stranger, and Tlte Patch of Blue. Rabbit Lore Although the rabbit is generally considered very much a dry land animal, the swamp rabbit, found In only a -few of the-southern states, tables a* readily to water as' any, semi-aquatic animal. PORTRAIT IN SEPIA By K. R, in The Christian Science Monitor The girl-mother hummed softly to herself as she sloshed warm stapy water over the plump little body of her first-born; they laugh ed gaily as she dodged the showers of drops splashed by his chubby hands. She lifted him from his tub and gently patted his satin skin dry. Snowy little undergarments were slipped on and next came the dainty embroidered dress his auntie had given him. His mother kissed each wee foot before she adjusted , the tiny soft shoes. 1 With the baby fully dressed, the mother stood back and surveyed jhim proudly. His hair was still j jdamp and curling, his big gray-' j blue eyes under their long lashes; 'regarded her unblinking! y. He! i lifted his short arms to her and I broke into a gurgle, displaying two I tiny teeth, lying like grains of pol-, jished rice on his pink gums. Hisj mother caught him up; gave him a hug, and placed him iri his high chair, then clicked on her radio for music with the noon-dav meal. She spun the dial from station to sta tion but all were broadcasting mar ket reports or war news, i A littls disappointed, she went to the kitchen wondering why not . even one station offered music just ! now. Nothing but talk of war, her thoughts ran on; every day brought | recitals of wrongs inflicted upon people far away who suffered be cause a scant half-dozen brutish minds could order thousands of hu mans to maim and slaughter thou sands of other humans. How did such persons rise to power any way? Surely whole nations of people could not be brutish, and naturally filled with hatred for others that they did not even know, o—o —o The baby began to blow bubbles 'in his milk and the mother smiling |lv chided him. She cleared away i his lunch and got him ready for an airing, changed quickly to a fresh gingham frock, counted out money for groceries, and returned to the cooing infant. As she rolled the buggy down the sidewalk, the mother thought of her good fortune in living in a land i far from hatreds and bombings, of her husband and baby with her in the cozy little home with its gen erous green lawn. She remarked jhow sweetly the birds were singing. The sun smiled benignly and the air was soft. She stopped to pull the coverlet away from the beloved , passenger. I A freckled lad of seven or eight, , playing in a vard, paused from his I pleasures and, glimpsing the pass FOOD-FEED CAMPAIGN TO BE STARTED IN STATE! With the endorsement and active participation of Governor J. M. Broughton, a “Pood and Feed for Family Living-” campaign is being started in rural North Carolina. Next fall farm families will be graded, and those w r ho have pro duced at least 75 per cent of their food and feed requirements for the year will receive handsomely en- j graved certificates signed by the Governor. Three hundred thousand enroll- 1 ment cards are now being printed, l and shortly each North Carolina farm family will receive one of these cards, together with a letter of explanation, from cheir county farm and home agents. There is nothing compulsory or binding about signing the cards. It mere ly is a statement of the intention of the farm family to aid in the National Defense Program. In each county there is being formed an Agricultural Workers Council to assist farmers in their plans to produce the necessary food and feed. All agricultural workers, including white and Ne- j gro agents of the Extension Ser- j vice of State College, home demon- j stration leaders, vocational teach- j ers, AAA committees, and repre- 1 sentatives of the Farm Security Administration, Soil Conservation Service, Farm Credit Administra tion, Grange, Farm Bureau, Forest Service and Land Use Planning Committees are joining together to present a united program in 1941. The enrollment card which each farm family will be asked to sign j reads as follows: “In view of the need for National Defense now facing our country, I realize that each farm should produce an abun dance of home grown food and feed for home consumption. I wish to be one of the farmers of North Carolina who has a part in making for a stronger, healthier people in 1941. “I will, insofar as possible: (1) Produce adequate food to feed all people living on the farm. This means a garden of at least 1-10 acre per person, milk and poultry products* a meat supply and con serving of surplus foods for an ade quate diet for every person on the farm. (2) Grow the necessary feed for livestock and poultry on the farm. This means grains, hay, forage, pasture and other sod crops.” Painless Fishing Fish suffer little if any pain when hooked. There are very few nerves about the jaw which could cause that sensation. Some bass have been known to be hooked two or three times in the same day by ! fishermen using the same type oif bait, Fish. no .doubt, hgvea sensa tion of diteoinfqrt, but not ag great ) as that 'odtth# higher animals. ers-by. came closer. The young mother drew in her breath to speak a cheerful “Good Morning” when the lad himself spoke—excitedly, guilelessly, but with the heart chilling thoughtlessness of child hood. “Look at the nigger baby!” he said. o—o —-o The day which had been so bright suddenly lost its sunshine, j The breeze blew chill. The moth er's hand on the buggy trembled. Hateful thing! Mean and cruel to call her baby such a name! Hot tears gushed from her eyes. In utter dejection she glanced at her baby. He smiled brightly up at her, thinking, perhaps, this was a game. She leaned down and kissed him tenderly. Thoughtfully she straightened. Por the find, time she could fully understand the African slave mo ther who jumped overboard from the slave ship rather than bring her coming child into a life of bondage. Then her thoughts went on to the women who did bear chil dren in shackles, yet who still could find somewhere in the depths of their consciousness a song, and the God-given wisdom to sing in their sorrows Their country, she re flected, named the songs “spirit uals” and owned them as folk songs. The little mother had been rude ly halted in her flight of happiness. The security she had hitherto en joyed she now could see had been only complacency. She was a 100 per cent American. Yes, for gen erations. But other Americans in sisted on discounting her because of her brown skin. This, then, was the way hatreds came to control nations. First in dividuals, then races or minority religious sects, then nations were kept apart out of ignorance or mis understandings. Tower-seeking per sons simply took advantage of such convenient methods. They played one group against the other, spreading misinterpretations and lies to increase the tension and to nourish resentment into distrust i and hate. j Individuals were useful for evil 'or good. Enough individuals com : biriing their intelligence and action J could be important for good here and anywhere. Why not apply the : rule now and by overcoming re j sentment in one’s self, help to over j come in turn others’ prejudices? o- —o—o i The girl-mother—suddenly a wo- I man—lifted her head and squared EVENTS ASVI EVERY WEEK fam dg.fpiy THE nation’s capital I PATHFINDER brings to you in words and pictures tho ffi drama of events fresh from Washington, D. C., the nation’s capital, today the world’s news center. News, features, p, Mid facts, events boiled down into 20 interesting, inspiring R ■ departments. Complete, unbiased, non-partisan, non ■ sectarian, dependable—gives both sides. Improved new k * features. 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Bill and I were on our way to the store to get something for Bill's dinner.” “Good-bye, Bill,” called Roger, as the woman grown continued on her way—a new purpose to animate her and a new dignity in her step. 7oJtf!ievr 1 CP^666 onow NOTICE OP SALE OF REAL ESTATE UNDER MORTGAGE * By virtue of the authority vest ed in the undersigned Admr. of the ' mortgagee by a certain mortgage executed by W r . N. Dillon and wife, Lillie Dillon, dated October 25th, 1926, and recorded In the office of the register of deeds of Tyrrell County, N. C., in book 90, page 178, default being made in the pay ment of the indebtedness secured .thereby, the said undersigned ad ministrator of the mortgagee, will offer for sale to the highest bidder for cash on Saturday, April 12th, 1941, at 12:00 o’clock, Noon, at |>he courthouse in Columbia, N. C., the following described real estate: Situated in Scuppemong Town ship, Tyrrell County, beginning at J. L. Walker’s comer at the south west end of the said J. L. Walker’s field; thence westwardly along the main or public road to the Ellen Owens lands; thence southwardly along the said Ellen Owens line to the southeast corner of the said Ellen Owens land; thence north -1 eastwardly along Lillie Dillons line to the first station the J. L. Walk ler line. This tract is known as the Isaac Tweedy Old Home Place, and willed by him to his six living children, and contains 81 acres, jmore or less. This mortgage oon veys and encumbers only the One- Sixth undivided share of Lillie Dillon. This March 13th, 1941. J. F. FURLOUGH, [ Administrator of J .D. Furlough, Tr3-20-4t Mortgagee. PAGE THREE
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