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again. Making one of these hurried Neville had heard Larry's cry and passes, Larry swayed on tired legs. He rushed to the boiler-room, managed the toss and was able to close "For God's sake! what 's happened the door before he fell hard against Dan.
now?" His sullen enemy instantly launched a Dan pointed a shaking finger. Neville new tirade, fiercer, more blasphemous, looked once at what only a moment before than any before. He ended a stream of had been the legs and feet of a man. As oaths, and rested the scoop ready for his he turned quickly from the sight the enthrow.
gineer's face was like chalk. "I 'll learn yuh, yuh snivelin'-" The “Here, two of you," he called unsteadship rolled deep. Dan jerked the fire-door ily, "carry him to the engine-room.” open - "yuh snivelin' shrimp!" He glared Dan threw the men roughly aside. at Larry as he made the pass. He missed "Leave him be," he growled. "Don't the opening. His shovel struck hard a one of you put hand on him!” He lifted against the boiler front. The jar knocked Larry gently and, careful of each step, Dan to the floor, pitched that moment at crossed the swaying floor. its steepest angle. He clutched desper- “Lay him there by the dynamo," Nevately to gain a hold on the smooth-worn ille ordered when they had reached the steel plates, his face distorted by fear as engine-room. he slid down to the fire,
Dan hesitated. Larry, crying a shrill warning, sprang
"'T ain't fittin', sir, an' him so bad between Sullivan and the open furnace. hurt. Let me be takin' him to the storeHe stooped, and with all the strength he room.” could gather shoved the big stoker from Neville looked doubtfully up the nardanger. Then above the crashing sounds
row stairs. a shriek tore the steam-clouded air of the "We can't get him there with this sea fire-room. Larry had fallen!
running." As his feet struck the ash-door, the ship Sullivan spread his legs wide, took both rolled up. A cascade falling from Dan's of Larry's wrists in one hand, and swung fire had buried Larry's legs to the knees the unconscious man across his back. He under a bed of white-hot coals. He strode to the iron stairs and began to shrieked again the cry of the mortally hurt climb. As he reached the first grating as Dan dragged him too late from before Larry groaned. Dan stopped dead; near the open door.
him the great cross-heads were plunging "Mouse! Mouse!” Horror throbbed steadily up and down. in Sullivan's voice. “You 're hurted bad !" "God, Mr. Neville, did he hit ag'in' He knelt, holding Larry in his arms, while somethin'?” The sweat of strain and others threw water on the blazing coals. fear covered his face.
"Speak, lad !” Dan pleaded. “Speak to The vessel leaped to the crest of a wave, me!"
and dropped sheer into the trough beyond. The fire-room force stood over them “No; but for God's sake, man, go on! silenced. Accident, death even, they al- You 'll pitch with him to the floor if she ways expected; but to see Dan Sullivan does that again!" show pity for any living thing, and, above
Dan, clinging to the rail with his free all, for the Bunker Mouse
hand, began climbing the second flight. The lines of Larry's tortured face eased. At the top grating Neville sprang past
"It's the last hurt I 'll be havin', Dan," him to the store-room door. he said before he fainted.
“Hold him a second longer," he called, "Don't speak the word, Mouse, an' you and spread an armful of cotton waste on just after savin' me life!" Then the men the vise bench. in the fire-room saw a miracle, for tears Dan laid Larry on the bench. He filled the big stoker's eyes.
straightened his own great body for a
moment, then sat down on the floor and tragedy below did the chief give time to cried.
the human one above. Neville, pretending not to see Dan's “Where 's that man that 's hurt?” he distress, brought more waste. As he asked as he came, slowly, from an inspecplaced it beneath his head Larry groaned. tion of the burned-out bearings down the Dan, still on the floor, wrung his hands, shaft alley. calling on the saints and the Virgin to Neville went with him to the storelighten the pain of this man it had been room. Dan, sagging under fatigue, clung his joy to torture.
to the bench where Larry lay moaning. Neville turned to him.
"You can go now, Sullivan," Neville "Get up from there!” he cried sharply. told him. “Go see what you can find to help him.” Dan raised his head, remorse, entreaty,
Dan left the room, rubbing his red- stubbornness in his look. Alanneled arm across his eyes.
“Let me be! I 'll not leave him!” turned quickly with a can of cylinder oil, The chief turned to Neville. and poured it slowly over the horribly “What 's come over that drunk?” he burned limbs.
asked. "There ain't no bandages, sir; only "Ever since the Mouse got hurt, Sullithis.” He held out a shirt belonging to van 's acted queer, just like a woman.” the engineer; his eyes pleaded his ques- “Get to your quarters, Sullivan,” the tion. Neville nodded, and Dan tore the chief ordered. “We 'll take care of this shirt in strips. When he finished the task, man." strange to his clumsy hands, Larry had Dan's hands closed; for an instant he regained consciousness and lay trying piti glared rebellion from blood-shot eyes. fully to stifle his moans.
Then the iron law of sea discipline con"Does it make you feel aisier, Mouse?" quering, he turned to Larry. Dan leaned close to the quivering lips to "The blessed Virgin aise you, poor catch the answer.
Mouse!” he mumbled huskily
and "It helps fine," Larry answered, and slouched out through the door. fainted again.
"You'll be leavin' me stay wid him, At midday the San Gardo's captain got a sir?” Dan begged. “'T was for me he 's shot at the sun. Though his vessel had come to this.”
been headed steadily northeast for more Neville gave consent, and left the two than thirty hours, the observation showed men together.
that she had made twenty-eight miles
sternway to the southwest. By two in the BETWEEN four and five in the morning, afternoon the wind had dropped to half when Neville's watch had lived through a gale, making a change of course possithirty-three unbroken hours of the fearful ble. The captain signaled full speed grind, a shout that ended in a screaming ahead, and the ship, swinging about, belaugh ran through the fire-room. High gan limping across the gulf, headed once above the toil-crazed men a door had more toward Galveston. opened and closed. A fórm, seen dimly Neville, who had slept like a stone, through the smoke and steam, was moving came on deck just before sunset. The backward down the ladder. Again the piled-up seas, racing along the side, had door opened; another man came through. lost their breaking crests; the ship rose Every shovel in the room fell to the steel and fell with some degree of regularity. floor; every man in the room shouted or He called the boatswain and went to the laughed or cried.
store-room. The engine-room door, too, had opened, They found Larry in one of his conadmitting the chief and his assistant. Not scious moments. until he had examined each mechanical "Well, Mouse, we 're going to fix you in a better place," the engineer called with west and, with her engine pounding at what heart he could show.
every stroke, limped on toward the Missis"Thank you kindly, sir," Larry man- sippi. aged to answer; “but 't is my last voyage, At five o'clock a Port Eads pilot Mr. Neville." And the grit that lay hid- climbed over the side, and, taking the vesden in the man's soul showed in his pain- sel through South Pass, straightened her twisted smile.
in the smooth, yellow waters of the great They carried him up the last Alight of river for the hundred-mile run to New iron stairs to the deck. Clear of the en- Orleans. gine-room, the boatswain turned toward When the sun hung low over the sugar the bow.
plantations that stretch in flat miles to the "No. The other way, Boson,” Neville east and west beyond the levees, when all ordered.
was quiet on land and water and ship, NevThe chief, passing them, stopped. ille walked slowly to the forecastle.
"Where are you taking him, Mr. Nev- “Sullivan,” he called, “come with me." ille?"
Dan climbed down from his bunk and “The poor fellow 's dying, sir,” Neville came to the door; the big stoker searched answered in low voice.
Neville's face with a changed, sobered "Well, where are you taking him?" look. the chief persisted.
"I 've been wantin' all this time to go "I'd like to put him in my room, sir.” to 'im. How 's he
sir?" "A stoker in officers' quarters!" The "He 's dying, Sullivan, and has asked chief frowned. "Sunday-school disci
for you.” pline!" He disappeared through the en- Outside Neville's quarters Dan took off gine-room door, slamming it after him. his cap and went quietly into the room.
They did what they could, these sea- Larry lay with closed eyes, his face omimen, for the injured man; on freighters nously white. one of the crew has no business to get Dan crept clumsily to the berth and put hurt. They laid Larry in Neville's berth his big hand on Larry's shoulder. and went out, leaving a sailor to watch "It 's me, Mouse. They would n't over him.
leave me come no sooner.” The sun rose the next day in a cloud- Larry's head moved slightly; his faded less sky, and shone down on a brilliant
eyes opened. sea of tumbling, white-capped waves. Far Dan stooped in awkward embarrassoff the starboard bow Aoated a thin line ment until his face was close to Larry. of smoke from a tug's funnel, the first "I come to ask you—” Dan stopped. sign to the crew since the hurricane that The muscles of his thick neck moved jerkthe world was not swept clean of ships. ily—“to ask you, Mouse, before— to forTwo hours later the tug was standing by, git the damn mean things—I done to you, her captain hailing the San Gardo through Mouse." a megaphone.
Larry made no answer; he kept his fail"Run in to New Orleans !" he shouted. ing sight fixed on Dan.
"I cleared for Galveston, and I'm go- After a long wait Sullivan spoke again. ing there," the San Gardo's captain called "An' to think you done it, Mouse, for back.
me!" "No you ain't neither.”
A light sprang to Larry's eyes, flooding "I'd like to know why I won't.”
their near-sighted gaze with sudden anger. "Because you can't,” — the answer car- “For you!” The cry came from his ried distinctly across the waves, - "there narrow chest with jarring force. "You! ain't no such place. It 's been washed off You!" he repeated in rising voice. "It's the earth.”
always of yourself you 're thinkin', Dan The San Gardo swung farther to the Sullivan!" He stopped, his face twitching in pain; then with both hands clenched he went on, his breast heaving at each word hurled at Dan:
“Do you think I followed you from ship to ship, dragged you out of every rumhole in every port, for your own sake!"
He lay back exhausted, his chest rising and falling painfully, his eyelids Aluttering over his burning eyes.
Dan stepped back, and, silenced, stared at the dying man.
Larry clung to his last moments of life, fighting for strength to finish. He struggled, and raised himself on one elbow.
“For you!” he screamed. “No, for Mary! For Mary, my own flesh and
blood-Mary, the child of the woman I beat when I was drunk an' left to starve when I got ready!"
Through the state-room door the sun's flat rays struck full on Larry's inspired face. He swayed on his elbow; his head fell forward. By a final effort he steadied himself. His last words came in ringing command.
"Go back! Go_" he faltered, gasping for breath - "go home sober to Mary an the child that 's comin'!"
The fire of anger drifted slowly from Larry's dying gaze. The little man fell back. The Bunker Mouse went out, all man, big at the end.
War Debts and Future Peace
By JOSEPH E. DAVIES1
Formerly United States Commissioner of Corporations, and now a member of the Federal Trade Commission
HE European War is being run on they could gather together. That is
borrowed money. That is the start- changed, and large modern industries are ling fact, of which but little is thought. generally projected and financed to a large In the determination of the terms of degree out of the funds derived from longpeace, however, it may be of far-reaching term bonds, which are expected to remain and impelling force. There are many al- virtually a permanent charge upon the truistic and humanitarian forces addressed property. Formerly wars were financed to effecting permanent peace, but, power
out of current revenues. Napoleon, for ful as these forces may be, they may not instance, was able to make his wars virbe as potent in peace councils as the forces
way. Modern wars, howof unrest that are being generated by the ever, are financed by modern methods. accumulation of war debts, the interest and the money is generally raised by loans, charges upon which future generations either direct or by paper-money issues, will have to pay, and which will be a which are, in fact, loans forced from the heavy burden upon the incomes, and per- people by the government that issues the haps even an overwhelming encroach- money. ment upon the living wage, of the peoples of the various governments now engaged
WAR EXPENDITURE AND CURRENT
BOND ISSUES FINANCE MODERN INDUSTRY
AND MODERN WAR
It is easy to spend borrowed money. Under such a financial arrangement neither the Government nor the people feel the immediate pinch of war costs. If these costs were paid out of the annual income of the warring nations, the true cost
This war is the greatest business project of all times. Formerly men financed their enterprises on the immediate capital which
1 This article is the personal expression of the writer, and does not in any manner purport to be the
opinion of the Federal Trade Commission.