Adventure Magazine Cover, December 18, 1919 — page 59: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

A Prejudice against Suicide the cockpit. Hasting got back enough strength to start upward as he heard a bump alongside and the thud of heavy feet on the deck. He emerged and faced his future father-in-law. . ’s bells,” greeted the old captain, “what is it anyway?” Hasting told the amazing, impossible story of what he believed had happened to them. He had not gone far before Captain Gardiner stooped down and. picked up something from the floor of the cockpit—something that looked to Hasting like a big, nickel-plated watch. ide seemed about to show it to Hasting, then to think better of it. _ Hasting would never know that Rose’s father had limits beyond which he was unwilling to confess his failure to read a man, unwilling to let his daughter or her future husband know all the villainy he began to understand. “Here, my lad,” he suddenly offered, “have a drop of this; then see if you can get over onto the oyster boat. Rose is there—in the window. I'll stay with —him and steer this while the sloop tows her in. Steady, now!” Harding was aboard the sloop. It had get over being a real sloop long since. A big cabin covered most of it. A heavy, noisy, clumsy but powerful en- gine drove it through the water. From Rose he was to learn that the two school-teachers had given an alarm which had been signaled across to Ma- DOLDRUM Pe how we got lost,” 45 nanlico. The big converted sloop was one of a half-dozen boats that had been searching all night for the Jessie P. The lovers had forsaken the warmth of the cabin and seated themselves be- hind it. They saw but could not hear the conversation which took place be- tween Captain Gardiner and Purdue after the latter had been partly resusci- tated by a dose from the same medicine- flask which had stopped the cramp in Hasting’s stomach. They saw that Cap- tain Gardiner held in his hand a shin- ing, silvery thing that looked like a big watch. “Wonder why father’s giving him a compass,” said Rose. . o “We didn’t have any aboard. That’s — Harding explained. “I can’t understand, though, his not knowing he had that cask of water aboard.” “Or his being lost here—within a mile of shore,’ Rose mentioned. ‘“And—he hardly needs a compass now.” But it seemed that he did need a com- pass. An hour after they were landed at the Mananlico dock, Purdue, with his belongings hastily packed into a stnall trunk, lumbered back to his boat and aboard it. He got up the reefed sail on its shortened mast. He cast off. No one from the vicinity of. Mananlico ever went to search for the catboat or its owner, and neither man nor boat ever came back to the island village. By MURRAY G. BREESE : MY life is like a Summer sea, Becalmed, becalmed, Wherein like some old argosy I’ve sunk unpsalmed. » O God, drive waves to this deep floor, Raise me here pent, For could I breast a storm once more I’d die content. oS coyaniire JOOKS 4 q com y a we <> +=: = < = + -* Ae 5. ae Ee em, Pe en ee st to eg eS ee