Evening Republican, Volume 16, Number 166, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 12 July 1912 — The Tide of Terror [ARTICLE]

The Tide of Terror

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Qapyright, The Frank A. Munsey Co. CHAPTER L The Quarrel and the Curse. Those dwellers along the northeastern coasts of America and the western shores of the Old world who recall the events of which this narrative treats—and they are probably many, since the memory of the catastrophe is still vivid in the North—will, without doubt be Interested In the story of the man who, in spite of all Scientific evidence to the contrary, was nearly crazed by the belief that ' the destruction was wrought through his own individual fault, because he, in a moment of passion, had cursed one who was his friend and the curse was startlingly and-Un-expectedly answered! That man was William Glenney, a retired sea captain, living in St. Johns, Newfoundland; a property owner, well-to-do and thoroughly respected, albeit a fban of quick temper and hasty moods. He had served for forty years In the British merchant marine; had been retired on account of age; and had settled down to pass his remaining years In his own cottage, on his own bit of ground, overlooking the point locally known as the' Pope’s Nose, one of the wildest and most romantic parts of that rocky picturesque coast. He spent his time fishing and sailing, out of sheer love for his old calling, and, in stormy weather, repaired his nets in his boat house, which stood in the little bay formed by the Point. By his neighbors in the village he was considered somewhat eccentric, and was held in wholesome awe on account pf his peppery temper. Yet he was liked by most men, for he bore no malice, his anger being forgotten as soon as over. A short time before the great storm which ushered in so tragic an event in the world’s history, the captain sat In the boat bouse painfully stitching a torn sail. He was short and ro-t tund and red-faced, with a choleric blue eye and a mane of bushy white hair. He sat with his chair tifttfil against the wall at an angle which all but defied the laws of gravitation, the sail spread across his knees. On the hand that grasped the thfee-inch-lohg needle was tattooed a full-spread flag, done in red and blue inks. A tall man appeared suddenly in the doorway, and the captain looked up* ■- *' • “Hullo, Sandy!” he said affably. “Come in and have a nip.” Sandy came, nothing loath, a lean and elongated Scotchman, excessively solemn aB to visage. He tilted a chair against the wall at a still more outrageous angle than the captain’s own, and fished a pipe out of his pocket “It’s gay and fancy ye’re fixed here,” he observed with approval, as his host untangled himself from j|jjl sail and stumped over to the locker. There came to light a square black bottle and two tin cups, which the captain placed on the upturned box between the chairs. ‘Tin thinking it's but since the missis died ye’re being a bit more chancey, Bill, Aforetimes ye toed the mark.” -. r> . “Aye, sure,” said Captain Glenney shamelessly. “Soosun was a good girl —so was Ann —but between them two well-meaning wdmen I was up in the wind’s eye, you might say, the most of the time. The more I get married the more I admire the nerve them Mormon men in the States have got One at a time will keep a man on deck between watches, but to take ’em in bunches—my Sam! I say, Sandy, yon stay and spend a month with me. It’s been fifteen good years since we’ve cracked a bottle together. I’m a disconsolate he-widow, and I* need comforting.” Sandy shook his head soberly. “I know it Bill, but I just can’t. Those new dockyards In Ayr are building, and I’m fair up to the eyes in work over them. I wouldna ha’ come over at this time at all, but that I had to see my boy Malcolm on business. He’s doing fine; they’ve made him junior partner In the firm. But 1 “ u,t **“ municative. v “Why, only last month I closed the

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