Evening Republican, Volume 22, Number 126, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 29 May 1919 — Page 2

The Deep Sea Peril

CHAPTER Vll.—Continued. The captain had spent weeks on the Island. He had put all the results of his investigations into his letter to Donald. He described elaborately the structure of the monsters, tracing tin* modifications of the gills, air bladders, Sus and flippers. Lastly, he told Donald- the secret jf controlling them. And this was so tmazing that Macßeard almost doubted it. Unfortunately/two pages were missing. and these contained part of the Instructions for keeping the monsters in subjection. And. what alarmed Macßeard, the manuscript ended with the statement that the irruption was not likely to prove of permanent injury to humanity, because — However, Macßeard cared little for this in his supreme joy. His dreams took definite shape at last, rushing into the concrete with a violence that sent him into an ecstasy. He saw the man of the future t the superman, who was already at hand, irresistible by reason of his numbers, strength and cunning. And he saw himself, the ruler of a new world which had never heard of the eighth commandment. Next morning he left Baltimore in his motorboat. It was constructed so as to be practically unsinkable, and he had stored it with provisions, gasoline and instruments. He had several weeks’ supplies on board. He was dependent on no one. He started northward at once, passed within a few miles of the F 55 upon his course, and reached Fair island. When he set foot upon its rocky, lonely shores, he knew that at last his time had, come. His revenge upon the race was ripening, and he meant to exercise it to the full. His first act was to explore the Island. He discovered with his plummets that Masterman had been correct in tracing the prolongation of the south spur of the continental shelf. He discovered that Fair island was the peak of a subterranean range ascending sharply from a great depth. At a distance of about three hundred feet beneath the surface there w-as a sort of cup or crater in the mountain, teeming with unknown forms of submarine life. He found the stores which had been left by the oil-ship, but there was no sign of any airplane. However, since Macßeard did not know that one was to have been sent, he did not expect to find one. Stocking a cav& with provisions, he made himself at home there, and at once set out to investigate the presence of Masterman’s monsters.

CHAPTER VIII. Donald’s Diving Party. Donald took a match from his silver box and struck it. The water had not penetrated—it burst into flame. He looked at his watch and saw that it was half past eight. “It must be growing daylight above,” he said to Davies. “I am sure that the beasts are gone. I think I’ll go up and see whether I can start the engines.” ' “Let me go, sir." said the middy. “You will remain here in charge,” said Donald. “Give me your back, •Y’louts Hoisting himself upon the shoulders of the sailor, Donald clambered up the pipe and reached the passage above. There was a stench of fishy bodies, but he was certain that the monsters were gone. He ascended the ladder into the conning tower and threw off the hatch. Instantly a gust of fresh air, driving in. made him reel dizzily. He realized that he had been breathing the depleted, vitiated atmosphere of the torpedo room all night. He waited till he had recovered; then he unfastened the door and clambered out upon the deck, which lay almost level with the surface of the ' ocean. He foug,d that the F 55 was stranded upon a shaving beach that extended from the Fair island rocks. The tide was rising, and they would soon be afloat. An immense elation filled his heart as he realized that the horrors of the night were past. From the electric engines he went to the petrol motors. These appeared to be in good order. The oil fuel was low, but there seemed to be a sufficiency to take the F 55 to Lerwick without the necessity of delaying in L-7 order to search for a deposit on the island. The run would be of a few - hours only, and Donald was anxious not to delay. Davies and he and Clouts could manage the boat during the brief journey, and there would be no need of the electric engines, since no danger was apprehended which might necessitate their submerging. i During his journey about the boat he convinced himself that the sailors had heen dragged overboard. This was more merciful for the survivors. There jwas not a trace of any of the seven who had died. ; Donald went back to the torpedo jroom escape hatch. “You can all come up,” he called.

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“The coast's clear and the sun is shining/’ The people below needed no second invitation. One by one they came scrambling out —Clouts and Davies helping Ida between them. She seemed bewildered by the day, tfhd advanced unsteadily toward Donald. “What was it. dear?" she asked. “I don’t know whether I have been delirious since ray rescue, but I thought the most dreadful thing had happened. Tell me truly, Donald!" “It is not necessary, dear," he answered. “We shall be in Lerwick this afternoon, and you need never think about yesterday all your life," “You need not tell me, of course," she answered. “But I thought some sea-beasts, something unknown before, something half human, attacked us in the boat, and afterward the sailors here.” She saw by his face that she had guessed correctly. “And Invisible, Donald?” “Transparent, dear. .Nothing that we cannot cope with, now that we have taken measures against surprise. And they have gone now.” “I am not afraid of them if you are with me. Donald.” she answered, stepping out bravely beside him. Donald turned to the middy. “Davies,” he said, “I am going to try to make the run to Lerwick at once. I think that it will be best for Miss Kennedy to remain in the conning tower, where she will be safest. Clouts will run the engines, and you

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will take up your post at the diving station to look after the vertical rudders. We are awash now, and shall have to rise a little more.” K “Aye, aye, sir!” said Clouts, hurrying off toward the petrol engines. “Do you know, Davies," said Donald as they remained together for a minute or two, “I have a ftieory about' those beasts.” “What, sir?” inquired the middy. “Well, I remember that yesterday they seemed to attack us more savagely when the sun went down, or at least when the fog made the air obscure. And last night there 0 was a moon. It occurs to me that possibly they can’t bear light. Of course that would be natural, and they left us about the time the moon rose. So if they are nocturnal in their habits that would account for our immunity now. If I am right, we are learning their limitations fast.” “You’re right, sir," replied the middy with conviction. “Only—” “We’ll have some information to carry back then, Davies, besides a scare. And it looks as if humanity won’t have to fight so very hard to save itself. I beg your pardon—you were going-to say something?” “I was thinking, sir. that they seemed to go when the whistle blew.” “Wftat whistle, Davies?” , “That one note that sounded like— l can't remember what it was like, but I know I’ve heard a sound like that before, only much softer.” “So have I,” answered Donald, musing. “Well, get to your post, Davies. Raise her a trifle, then lock the rudder and come into the conning tower to take care of Miss Kennedy.” He returned to the girl. “Miss Kennedy. I don’t think you have met Lieutenant Davies,” be said formally. “Now, Davies, I’ll go and help Clouts with the engines. Don’t be alarmed to be alone for a minute or two, Ida.” The middy saluted, and went to his post at the, diving station. Already the F 55 was throbbing with the vibration of the engines, and the sound was tide most grateful that their ears could have imagined. ■ “Don’t open the doors,” said Donald, kissing Ida. hastily. He was off, and. the girl remained alone within the tower of steel. She glanced about her in dismay. It felt like a steel prison. She felt the floor quivering, and then began to dip. The sea splashed the observation port.

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Quickly the green translucency that followed gave place to darkness. Ida slipped on the tipping floor. Donald ran In; she heard him calling to her through the darkness, and felt his arms grope for her. “It’s all right, dear,” he said hastily. “Davies has probably got tangled up with the diving rudders. It’s a bitstiffforblmioTiandie alone. It doesn’t mean anything particular —” But Ida could read the fear in his voice, and she knew that it meant everything. The diving apparatus had, in fact, jammed when the F 55 grounded upon the beach, and the rudder had become twisted. Under Davies’ hands it had been released, and had worked in the’wrong With her bow pointing downward at an angle of 30 degrees. The F 55 sank until her nose dug into the ooze 300 feet beneath the surface, into the cup-shaped crater of the submarine peak. Then, slowly settling under the weight of the water, the stern followed. and the little craft remained submerged on the seabed. Darkness covered her. The Inmates felt their eardrums throb under the pressure. At the first indication of danger Clouts had contrived to shut off the petrol engines. That alone prevented an explosion when the sea rushed through the aft escape hatch. Fortunately, the after part of the ship remained above the surface for a few moments after the bow went under, and only a couple of sweeping seas came in. Short as the period of respite was, it enabled Donald and Clouts to grasp the hatch and replace it. They fought in a deluge of water that swept them from their feet and dashed them, half stunned, against the walls of the engine room. But they got the hatch into place. Clouts came in, and presently Davies joined them. He began to stammer brokenly, but Donald laid his hand in kindly fashion on the lad’s shoulder. “You are not to blame, Davies,” he said. “It was my own fault for trying to run the old boat instead of putting you all ashore. No doubt the vertical-rudder blades are bent and fouled the rocks. Now we’ve got to think, and harder than we have ever thought before.” “We ain't a-going to drown like rats in traps, sir,” said Sam Clouts heartily. “Not if I know it, Clouts,” Donald returned. “Now, first, it isn’t possible to adjust the rudder, and we can’t rise without it. That’s self-evident. I think. We are comparatively safe for some time to come, because we have just taken on a supply of natural air, and we haven’t opened the air-flasks yet. But, of course, it means only two days’ respite.” “If I might say so, sir,” said Clouts, “it means that we must put on the diving suits.” “You’re right,” answered Donald. “We aren’t in a hopeless position by any means if we manage to keep our heads. Miss Kennedy, we’ll get you out of here in a jiffy if you don’t mind getting your feet wet.

“You see.” he continued, In explanation, “fortunately —very fortunately for us —we have the new Siebert diving apparatus aboard, which was to have been used for a special purpose in connection with our work for the government.” “One moment, sir,” said Davies. “Have you a match?” Donald handed him one of the few that remained. Davies struck It, looked at the depth meter, and whistled expressively. “Two hundred and eighty feet, sir," he said in a low tone. “Yes, that was about what I imagined?’ replied Donald, is about as much as the old F 55 would stand without buckling.” “But two hundred is the extreme limit of deep-sea diving, sir,” Davies protested. “The Siebert apparatus is especially devised for going deeper than that,” returned Donald. “In fact, Siebert himself went down to six 'hundred, though he was all in when he came up. You see, Davies, the new factor in the Siebert dress is that it has a compensating pressure. I didn’t specialize on it, but I understand it is a sort of internal oxygen arrangement, compressed, which partly neutralizes the pressure outside. It has enough compressed oxygen to last six hours. (TO BE CONTINUED.)

Infants’ Food to Shells.

When Mr. Lloyd George In England undertook to organize the ministry of munitions a glazier began to stamp out cartridge!,clips, says the World’s Work; a manufacturer of music rolls used his equipment to make gauges; a concern engaged before the war in prepartag infants’ food began delivering plugs for shells; an advertising agency manufactured shell adapters; watchmakers began adjusting fuses; a manufacturer of baking machinery became a contractor for six-inch high explosive shells; a jewelry house devoted itself exclusively to periscopes'; a phonograph concern sent millions of delicate .shell parts to the assembling stations; a firm vvhich made nothing but sheepshearing—machinery started turning out shell cases; a cream separator factory manufactured shell primers. Among other producers of finished shells were candlemakers, flour mills, tobacco manufacturers, siphon makers and the manufacturers of sporting goods.

They Come High.

A North Vernon youngster had sevefalclerks in a local grocery guessing the other day when she called for a quarter’s worth of hypocrites. Later it was learned that she wished 25 cents worth of apricots.—“lndianapolis News.

LEVIATHAN BRINGS BACK MORE MIDDLE WEST DOUGHBOYS

thp earner Leviathan bringing a lot more middle western doughboys back from France. The portraits are of Brig Gen W Q rIvX of TennVee (left), the ranking officer aboard, and Col. Robert Bacon, former ambassador to France.

Old Regime Rules German Assembly

Many Old Faces Remain and Many New Ones Are Not Unlike Old. REICHSTAG SPIRIT PREVA'LS Only One Member Has Admitted Germany Had Part in Starting the War—Hun Doesn't Understand Why He Should Suffer. The Germannational assembly has demonstrated two things clearly. It Is unable to do business much more speedily than the old relchstag, chiefly because there is little unity and much dissension between the parties, and the old order of things has changed very little despite the new faces. The latter is perhaps the most Important point, because the assembly was hailed by German papers —and particularly by the agencies that supply the outside world with news—as the birth of the new republic, the beginning of a new regime, the living emblem of the passing of the old. It is new in a sense, and the old regime has passed, perhaps, but there are enough of the old people left, and so many of the new people are not much unlike the old that the effect in the Weimar theater is not much different from the relchstag. One hears precisely the same arguments from the floor, watches precious time fly by over the same and similar arguments as used to make one despair of constructive legislation. One Admits Germany’s Guilt. Perhaps the most striking thing is the tone of the great majority of the party speeches. Just one delegate has had the courage to attack the conservatives and the moral strength to go on record as admitting that Germany had something to do with starting the-war. Man after man, regardless of party, has, in speeches proved to his own and the house’s satisfaction that Russia. France or England, not Germany, started the war. t One lone man has had the courage to tell the bouse that the German treatment of Belgium forever forbids German complaints, from being effective, The great bulk at least of northern Germany, seems to have adopted the attitude: “Well, it’s all over now. We, the people, didn’t start the thing at any rate, so let’s start out even and square, with no hard feelings on any side.” The assembly Is the principal outlet for every known kind of propaganda, indulged in nearly as vehement-

Mother Wants Soldier Hero All to Herself.

Gary, Ind. —Not even the pomp and glory of the whole town of Gary’s turning out to do her thrice wounded son honor on his return from French battlefields could Induce Mrs. Kate Petkey of Indiana Harbor to lose him for one second. Despite the appeals of the mayor, the chief of police and all the dignitaries of the town, where Walter Petkey was formerly a policeman, Mrs. Petkey clasped her stalwart son to her bosom, pushed him into a waiting taxicab and whisked* him away home. A big celebration had been planned and the entire personnel of the police department waited outside the station to be led In the parade by their former comrade. Another soldier son, Steve, was waiting at the Petkey home, 3729 Beach street, Indiana Harbor; and a third son Is in a base hospital recovering from wounds received in France.

ly and excitedly by the social democrats as by the conservatives. First there is the Alsace-Lorraine question. It comes up three, four, a dozen times a session, and always rouses the same enthusiasm. Every old and shopworn argument is trotted out and cheered. It has never occurred to the Germans that on the other side of the fence there are fairly good arguments to support France’s retention of these provinces. The junction with Austria provokes an almost equal enthusiasm, and it would seem as if half the speakers insert it in their speeches for that purpose alone. The Schleswig-Holstein question has come to the front lately and Germany is filled with propaganda to show that Schleswig should and must remain German. No speech is complete without at least a reference to Poland and Czecho-Slovakia, and yet not one of the speakers but knows that these questions will be settled, for good or ill, by the peace conference. Is Same Old Hun. The failure of the German to change materially is in no way better to be

Minute Men Aid Allies In Russia

Peasants Without Uniforms Give Valuable Assistance to International Army. HAIL ALLIES AS RESCUERS In Nearly Every Attack Made on Enemy These Partisans Go Ahead of or Along the Flanks Looking for Pot Shot. With the Americans on the North Russian Front. —In this international army, which is fighting numerically superior bolshevik forces in north Russia, there are, mingled with the half dozen or so varieties of uniforms, men who wear no uniforms at all They fight, as did the francs tireurs in the Franco-Prussian war, and the first minute men of the American revolution, for the protection of' their firesides. They are peasants, bearded or beardless, with nothing to distinguish them from the thousands of other peasants living around them but their guns and cartridge belts. They are the irregular or “partisan” troops, and the sentiments they are showing and fighting for in thK wilderness of snow and pine trees loom up so patriotically that the gdvernment of northern Russia is beginning to look upon them as the keystone on which to build a Russian state that will be free from bolshevism.

Hail Allies as Rescuers. These peasants have known the ravages of bolshevik troops in their villages. They have seen friends executed for antibolshevik activities. They hail the allies as rescuers. In nearly every attack the regular troops make against the enemy one finds these armed partisans, crack shots, going ahead of or along the flanks of the Americans, British, French and trained, uniformed Russians to scout a path or take a pot shot at the enemy. The point of view of these peasants is this: The army has not yet been organized; we are robbed and ill treated by the bolshevik!; therefore we have to defend ourselves. The peasants In the Kholmogory district, along the Dwina river, have been fighting for four months. Military authorities say they do their work as cheerfully and efficiently as regular soldiers. The red guards are helpless against the revolted population. ✓, . ■ .

observed than in his attitude to the question of the conduct of the war. It Is only rarely that a criticism of it is heard in the house, and the general feeling seems to be that if anything is wrong with it, that is all in the past and should be forgotten or overlooked by Germany’s enemies. The prisoner of war question is as puzzling to the student of German psychology just now as anything else. Virtually every speaker touches upon the prisoner question before he leaves the tribune. Tell a German first that the armistice made no provision for the return of German prisoners, and, second, that, while Germany begs daily for food, she attempts at the same time to saddle herself with 800,000 more mouths to feed, and it has no effect on him. It cannot be sheer pitj for the welfare of the prisoners, because plenty of Germans know only too well hoW slim food is. Listening to delegates to the assembly, and talking to Germans outside of it, the correspondent finds that the old German viewpoint he learned to know so wel] during the war until the breach with America is still abroad in the land, though in less truculent form. The German does not understand why he now should suffer; why everything cannot be placed oh a basis of status quo ante; why anyone should hold against him the conduct of the war <with which, he claims, he had nothing to do.

The appearance of peasants fighting voluntarily against Trotzky’s forces has a demoralizing effect upon the bolsheviki, as it disabuses the minds of some of them of the theory that they are being opposed only by “imperialists.” Scout Like Animals. The partisans know that if they are captured they will be shot. But, knowing the forest country as city dwellers know their own streets, they are seldom captured. In scouting they are as tireless as wild animals. The government of the north for a long time did nothing to help the partisans, but now that their usefulness is recognized they and their families are provisioned as if they- were regular soldiers. In December a big dele gatloh of partisans went to Archangel and, according to the local newspapers, “this new apparition stirred up all the classes of population of th. town.” It became clear that a sound evolution from anarchy toward patriotism had' taken place among the people; that the efforts of the partisans, though of a local character, must be supported, and that it was absolutely necessary to create a suitable atmosphere for further organization of partisan detachments. A big committee including all political parties, has been formed in Archangel to aid this plan, and a new partisan newspaper is to be published for the benefit of the fighting peasants. ‘

BRITISH DEATHS PASS BIRTHS

War Office, Alarmed, Releases 700 Physicians From Army Service in Week. London. —Coincident with publication of the report showing that during the last quarter of 1918 the number of deaths exceeded the birth rate for the first time in the history of civil registration In this country, the war office has announced the release in one week of 700 physicians from the army. Influenza caused hthe great ihcrease In the death rate, the number of victims from that disease being 98,998, or 41 per cent of the total deaths for the period. Lack of physicians is held responsible for the failure to curb the epidemic. At the beginning of thlsmonth, although 1,750,000 men of the army have been demobilized, only 1,50(1 out of 11,000 physician* have been rm leased.