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The Rev. Milton Grober was travelingoverland to San Francisco.

There was a look of high exaltation uponhis clerical countenance, and an air of sup-pressed eagerness pervaded his wholeclerical person, for the Rev. Hilton Groberwas on an errand of enlightenment to theJPacitic Coast.

He was the pastor of a large and flour-ishing church in a beautiful city in West-ern New York. His congregation waswealthy, his people were devoted, he washimself in the full enjoyment of goodhealth, and was regarded as an influentialman in the denomination of which he wasa member.

But the Rev. MiltonGrober was not oneto idiy take his ease in Zion. He wasfullof zeal in the causa of evangelization.Bethany' congregation had an enviablerecord for liberality toward foreign mis-sion?. The church supported a mission-ary in Upper-Whangee, two native teach-ers in Ballyboo, a reader inJingariandthree converted students in the seminaryat Tully-fow-Whooparee. Every year inthe annual reports of the general secretaryof the foreign board Bethany congrega-tion received honorable mention for itsconsecrated zeal toward the heathen in hisblindness. But this was not all. Therehad lately come into the cit}r where thechurch wag a center of activity quite anumber of-Chinese, who, common enoughin New York and on this B'ope, are evenyet enough of a rarity in inland cities ofthe East to be the objects oflively interest.

To the Rev. Milton Grober the advent ofthese interesting heathen seemed quiteprovidential. While foreign missions wereat a premium in Bethany the home mis-Bion field had of late languished in inter-est. The native product in heathenism islacking in picturesqueness. There is acertain squalor and incompleteness abouthim, and one always has a suspicion thatvisions of fleshpots'lurk behind his inter-est in spiritual affairs.

But the introduction ofthereal,live Orien-tal heathen into Bethany Sunaay-schoolwas the signal fora general revival of inter-est inhome mission work. The first heathenbrought a fellow. These two broughtothers, untila good sized class was formed.Then it was discovered that owing to lin-guistic -difficulties it was impossibleto deal with them in a class, and eventu-ally each pupil was assigned a teacher,tohose sole charge he was, to be led to thelight. Later it was noticed that themost successful teachers were the youngladies of- the congregation, and thatDf these those most endowed with per-feonal attractiveness were the best adaptedto quicken the seed of repentance and ofpaving faith in the gropine Celestial mind.80, in time, it came to pass that the ser-vices of all the pretty young ladies in thechurch were finally enlisted in the task ofclucking Chinese brands from the burning.The regular Sunday-school classes wereforced to fall back for teachers upon themore elderly or the plainer ladies and cer-tain of the spiritually minded young menOf the congregation. As for the youngmen who were not spiritually minded theyargued and pleaded with the girls for atime, until at last unable tocompete withthe triple alliance of opium -

smellingheathenism, fascinating silk handkerchiefspresented at frequent intervals to fairteachers and precious jewels to be won forprospective crowns, they retired to otherChurches, where the girls were lessfully consecrated and had an occasionalBmile for non-heathen and Americanyoung men.

Butthe Chinese Sunday-school in Beth-pnv grew apace, and the Rev. MiltonGrober, who ifhe had not been a clergy-man would have become a leading states-man, became deeply interested in theChinese question. He watched eagerlythe progress of all legislation on the sub-ject. The exclusion laws seemed to himthe crime of the century against a peoplefor whom America had an indubitablemission. Every fresh outrage which thepapers published as perpetrated againstthe Chinese on the Pacific Coast filled himwitha sense of remorse for the sins of hispeople. He read withpain of the growingfeeling against John among the workingpeople of California. Whenever he heardof a batch of new-comers being refusedlanding. his indignation knew no bounds."We are iirdanger," he said to his peopleone Wednesday evening at midweek lec-ture, "of being put on record by this in-famous exclusion practice, as an unchris-tian, record-breaking nation. Ishudderat the thought." And all the young Chi-nese teachers shuddered with him. Inministers' meeting, too, Mr. Grober alsogave free vent to his sentiments and waxedEealoue, indeed, when he learned that heBtood almost alone among his brethren asB champion of the Chinese.

"Youshould go to San Francisco," saidChe Rev. Dr.Broadaxe to him,at last, "andBee what the Chinaman in America reallyis belore you condemn those who thinkthey have had enough of him." To Mr.Grober the suggestion seemed a wise one.He knew that he could speak to the gener-ous-souied but crude and somewhat preju-diced people of California out ofa fullnessof knowledge tonching John's spiritualstate. His was no merely commercial re-lation with the Oriental, for Mr. Giober,despite his enthusiasm, wouldhave shrunk,with true-Eastern reluctance, from wearingBo ninch as a collar that had passedthrough John's cleansing methods. Butbe had come in contact with the China-man on a spiritual plane, which, after all,tie is convinced ia the only plane upon

which the Chinese problem \u25a0will ever besettled.

So he intimated to the ladies of his con-gregation that he deemed it is his duty togo on a mission to the Pacific Coast, thereto tight for the Chinaman in the verythick of the opposition and cruelty towhich he is a victim.

With commendable zeal the ladies hadraised a purse of several hundred dollars,and at the moment of the opening of thissketch the Rev. Mr. Grober was rapidlydrawing near to San Francisco in the ful-fillment of his important duty. No soonerhad he reached this City than he proceededto put himself in communication with cer-tain choice spirits representing the Celes-tial empire on this coast. He had broughtletters ofintroduction from one of his mostpromising Sunday-school boys to sundrycousins and friends of his, and decided topresent them without delay. He would needa little time to grasp the situation beforeundertaking to show the white people ofthe coast their error toward their man andbrother, but he knew Charlie's letterswould put him on the right track for allnecessary information.

The Chief of Police, to whom he appliedfor aid in hunting up Charlie's cousin,shook his head when he saw the inscriptionon the envelope.

"That Ah Hung," he said, "is one of thebiggest rascals in~all Chinatown. Ittakestwo men to watch him and keep track ofhalf the deviltry he is up to."

The Rev. Milton Grober regarded himsuspiciously. Itpained him to think howmere race prejudices could warp the judg-ment of an honest seeming man like theChief, and prompt so deliberate an attemptto poison a stranger's mind against afellow-being. "Ihave had great experi-ence with the Chinese," he said, stiffly,"and usually manage to call out the betrerelements in their nature. Ifind it theonly way to deal with them."

"Yes," said the Chief, dryly,"1 shouldthink it might be effective. "Iconfess,however, that save in a general way,Iamnot familiar with the better elements ofChinese nature." Then he called AhBung, the court interpreter, and told himto glance over Mr. Grober' s letters.

Ah Bung read them and grinned. Thelast one, however, he read a second time,casting a sly glance out of the tail of hi3eye at the Chief. Then he handed themall back. "Allbelly good letter," he said,and not a line changed on his smugcountenance.

Nevertheless, the Chief's suspicions werearoused, albeit he said nothing. He offeredMr.Grober the services of a guide, but hisoffer was declined. "Ishall see for myselfwith unimpaired judgment," was theclergyman's commendable reflection. Sohe departed to hunt up Ah Hung, andmeantime tae Chief sent for two of thebest detectives at his disposal, and wascloseted with them for & long time.Itwould take too long todetail the Key.

Milton Grober's investigation into the Chi-nese question in San Francisco. Itwasconducted, he flattered himself, ina spiritof absolute impartiality. In all his re-searches he was ably seconded by AhHung, who, as an earnest believing China-man, rejoiced to welcome his white brotherand further his efforts to understand thesituation of this much abused people inthe land of the free. Mr. Grober told him-self that he saw much to condemn, muchthat was shocking in the extreme. Heconsidered it a disgrace to the peopleof California that these people should becompelled to burrow under ground likerats; that the sanctity of their homesmight be violated at any moment by raid-ing police. He wrote one letter to theladies of his congregation, in which hedescribed in touching terms how Ah Huughad told him that the Chinese are actuallyforced to keep their little girls in cells be-hind grated windows, bo determined aretha police instigated by Americanprejudice to seize and deport thesechildren that the persecuted Chinesemay not educate them and take themhome. He was taken to the theater towitness an historical drama, which, in hisletter, he characterized as shorn ofall the garish and sensuous vani-ties by which our own theaters seemto attract giddy youth and lead it astray.The temperance of this frugal neople re-commended itself to him. He held itupas a shining example to the youngmen of his congregation, writingat length,and with deep feeling, of the earnest-ness and religious zeal of this littleunderstood people. He had rather a curi-ous adventure, that revealed to him thisChinese characteristic. In company withAh Hung and a number of others whowere revealing Chinatown to the clergy-man, he was on a tour through a hereto-fore (by him) unexplored part of thequarter. They had drunk tea in the bigrestaurant on Dupont street, and Mr.Grober haa addressed the Chinamen thereassembled, telling them about the "boys"inBethany Sunday-school. Then, follow-ing his guides through many windingways, they plunged twenty-five feet underground, into the very bowels of China-town. Rounding a sharp turn, the leadersopened a door and they came sud-denly upon a group of China-men .busy as Mr. Grober had neverbefore seen them. They were crowdedabout a table, eager and excited. Atoneendsat a sleek Celestial, with a counting-rackand many stacks of coin before him. Onthe table was a tray of beans and a curious,funnel-shaped contrivance, through whichthe beans were made to drop, one byone. Even the guides looked somewhat startled, and the assembly, seeingthe clergyman, set up an excitedclamor of shrill, monosyllabic cries, andpressed closely about him with eager, in-quiring faces. There was a hurried con-sultation, while beans, funnel and coin

were swept out of sight. At last, in a lullof the tumult, Ah Hung explained to Mr.Grober that they had surprised the Celes-tials in the worship of the most secret andterrible of all their gods. No white manwas ever admitted to these sacred rites,and the worshipers were alarmed andenraged at his introduction there."Poor Chinaman," Ah Hung said, "himno know he false god. Me flade theykillee you. You buy many prayers, maybe he forget. You no be killee." The re-sult of the confab was that the clergymanparted with all the money he had abouthim, his watch aDd sleevelinks, in thepurchase of prayers to propitiate the un-known deity whose worship he had inter-rupted, and was finally allowed to departinpeace from the scene of the game.

Thiß little encounter so reduced hiasomewhat limited resources as materiallyto shorten his sojourn in the City. Hehad, however, collected a large amount ofvaluable data, and had arranged to ad-dress the people of San Francisco at Met-ropolitan Temple on the followingSundaynight, when, one Friday morning, he re-ceived a dispatch from the Chief of Policerequesting his immediate presence at hisoffice.

Wondering greatly at the summons Rev.Mr.Grober nevertheless obeyed itpromptlyand was received by the Chief witha sternface."Ibelieve, Mr. Grober," the official said,

"that you are deeply interested inthe wel-fare of the Chinese?"

Mr. Grober bowed in pleased acquies-cence.

"Youhave a daughter, have you not?"pursued the Chief.

The clergyman was startled. His onedaughter —

his only child—

was at home.She was the apple of his eye, his chiefhelper in the Sunday-school, the light ofhis widowed life. He could only look hisamaze. The Chief touched a button besidehis desk, and a sergeant appeared.

"Tell McLean to come in," was theorder, and inanother instant an officer en-tered leading a tearful young lady, who,witha cry of "Papa! Papa! rushed for-ward and threw her arms about the be-wildered clergyman. Between alarm,amazement and nerves, itwas some timebefore Mr. Grober could seek or receiveany information as to how his daughter,whom he had supposed to be safe at homeseveral thousand miles away, should sud-denly be sobbing inhi3arms in San Fran-cisco. Presently, however, he realized thatthe Chief was saying:

"When Isaw how desirous you were totake care of the Chinese on thiscoast, Mr. Grober, Iconcluded Iwoulddo well to look after you. Icouldhave done bo more promptly, butthat our own Chinese interpreter" playedme false. Here, however, are your watchand buttons. The money you partedwithat the game the other night is, Ifear,lost. This is a telegram your daughter re-ceived, telling her you were fatally injuredin San Francisco and bidding her come toyou at once. It seems her pet Chinesepupil was calling upon her at the time. Iunderstand visits of that sort are quite thecorrect thing in the East

—we woolly

Westerners aren't quite so cultivated asthat yet

—but, perhaps, Miss Grober can

best finish the story.""Itwas Charlie, you know, papa," the

girl sobbed. "He was at the house for hisextra lessons. He seemed so interested inBible history

—and the telegram came.

He was so kind—

knew all about the trainsand told me just what to do. Iwas sograteful

—and oh, papa! it was he all thetime 1"

She became so hysterical that the Chiefwas obliged to take up the narrative.

"The Chinaman arranged to have thedispatch sent by some of his friends here.The letter you had toAh Hung explainedthe whole devilish business. She was tohave been met by them here. Goodheavens, man! Do you trust vermin likethat in the East? And—well, I'll spareyou the details; but you may be thankfulthere are people at this end whounderstand the heathen Chinee and hisways or you'd be minus a daughter to-dayand Charlie-boy would have his whitewife. McLean met the overland at Sacra-mento, secured the scamp, Charlie, whowas in the smoker all the time, and ac-companied your daughter to San Fran-cisco. Itwas a pretty scheme, but itfailedthis time."

The Rev. Milton Grober did not give hispro-Chinese address in Metropolitan

Temple on the following Sunday evening.Instead, he left for the East on the Satur-day evening train, accompanied by hisdaughter, wnose narrow escape still filledhim with terror.

The Chinese Sunday-school that onceflourished in the vestry of Bethany Churchis not now so prosperous as of yore, nor isMr.Grober so enthusiastic as of old uponthe Chinese question.

Adeline Knapp.

FOR A COLLEGE LIBRARY.Scheme to Donate the Mer-

cantile Property to theUniversity.

It Cannot Long Continue to RunUnder Existing Circum-

stances.

The Mercantile Library is fast nearing apoint at which something must be done tohelp it on, or it will go to pieces. Forquite awhile past some of the directorshave been advancing money to pay thecurrent expenses; but such a state of af-fairs can last for but a limited time, andthe end is drawing nearer with every day.The proposition to consolidate with thePublic Library has not met with success.The various plans so far proposed have allfailed, and now comes the latest idea

—a

suggestion to turn over library and prop-erty to the State University, to be used bythe affiliated colleges ornot as the regentssee tit.

The plan comes from Edmund Tauzsky,an ex-president of the library associationand at present one of its members. liesuggests that the property be turned overto tne State University under two condi-tions. First, that the university pay offthe $73,000 which is now due by the asso-ciation and secured by a mortgage on theproperty on Van Ness avenue and Polkstreet, and second, that while free to thecollege students the public be admitted tothe privileges of the book-shelves for 50cents a month. The property is worthmuch more than $75,000, the amount ofthe mortgase upon it.

The building nas a frontage of 120 feetonVan Ness avenue and 110 on Golden Gateand Elm avenues. Itfronts on these threestreets and is well lighted from every side.Itwas built with the expectation of addingmore stories if itwould ever be necessaryto do so, and the foundation is, therefore,proportionately strong. The library hasupon itsbook-shelves 70,000 volumes, manyof which are very rare and valuable, andall are properly indexed and arranged.The value of the library alone is equal tothe amount of the mortgage, but if donatedat all the whole property will probably gotogether.

The debt of $75,000 which hanga over theinstitution is what is slowly wreck-ing it. The interest on this debt amountsto about $450 a month. The library hasbetween twelve and fifteen hundred mem-bers and their dues of 50 cents a monthmake a sum barely sufficient to pay thisinterest, without considering the currentexpenses of the library.

Mr. Tauszky intends to enlist the sym-pathies of the" Alumni Association of theUniversity of California and he is confi-dent that some understanding can bereached between the association and theuniversity which willlead to the transfer.Itis problematical whether or not the

affiliated colleges willaccept the giftof theproperty for their use, but inany event itis believed that the university willbe gladto take possession of the magnificent col-lection of volumes which are now uponthe shelves of the library.

PRINCIPAL AND PUPILS.Case Against T. B. White for Battery

Upon aBoy Dismissed.T. B. White, principal of the Washing-

ton Grammar School, appeared in JudgeJoachimsen's court yesterday to answer tothe charge of battery upon Willie Wilson,one of his pupils.

The testimony was that Willie engagedin a fight withanother boy, who called himnames. Principal White ordered Willie togo to the hall where punishment is admin-istered to boys breaking the rules, butWillierefused to go and was punished.

Prosecuting Attorney Dare areuedstrongly for a conviction and urged thecourt to make an example of the defendant.He knew that many of the teachers in thepublic schools were unfair and punishedpupils without reason and in instanceswitbin his own knowledge had not pos-sessed the manhood to apologize whenproved to be in the wrong.

The Judge said he was satisfied a wronghad been done the boy, but dismissed thecase after admonishing the defendant tobe more careful in the future.

THE COMPANIONOF A SHARK.

By E. A. Willard and W, C. Morrow.

Four of the fivemen who sat around thecard table in the cabin of the Merry Witchregarded the fifthman witha steady, im-placable look of scorn. He could not facethat terrible glance. His head drooped,and his gaze rested upon some cards whichhe idly fumbled as he waited, numbed andlistless, to hear his sentence.

The more masterful one of the four madea disdainful gesture toward the craven oneand thus addressed the others :

"Gentlemen, none of us can have forgot-ten the terms of our compact. Itwas

agreed at the beginning of this perilousexpedition that only men of unflinchingintegrity should be permitted to participatein its known dangers and possible rewards.To find and secure the magnificent treas-ure which we are seeking witha sure pros-pect of discovering it, we must run therisk of encounters with savage Mexicansoldiers and marines, and take all the otherdangerous chances of which you are aware.As the charterer of this vessel and theleader of the expedition Iexercised extra-ordinary care in selecting my asso-ciates. We have been and still are equals,and my leadership as the outfitter of theexpedition gives me no advantage in thesharing of the treasure. As such leader,however, Ihave employed, unsuspected byyou, many devices to test the manhood ofeach of you. Were it not for the fact thatIhave exhausted all reasonable resourcesto this end, and have found all of youtrustworthy except one, Iwould not now

be disclosing the plan which Ihave beenpursuing."

The three others, who had been gazingat the crestfallen one, now stared at theirleader witha startled interest.

"The final test of a man's character,"calmly pursued the leader, "is the cardtable. Whatever there may be in him ofweakness, whether it be a mean avarice,cowardice or a deceitful disposition, willthere inevitably appear. IfIwere thepresident of a bank, the general of an armyor the leader of any other great enterpriseIwould make it a point totest the char-acter of my subordinates in a series ofgames at cards, preferably played formoney. It is the only sure test of char-acter that the wisdom of the ages has beenable to devise."

He paused and then turned his scornfulglance upon the cringing man, who mean-while had mustered courage to look up,and was employing his eyes as well as hisears to comprehend the strange philosophyof his judge. Terror and dismay were ele-ments of the expression which curiouslywrinkled his white face, as though hefound himself standing before a court ofinscrutable wisdom and relentless jus-tice. But his glance fellinstantly when itencountered that of his judge and his weaklower liphung trembling.

"We have all agreed," impressively con-tinued the leader, "that the one foundguilty of deceiving or betraying the othersto the very smallest extent should pay thepenalty which we are all sworn to exact.A part of this agreement, as we all remem-ber, is that the one found derelict shall bethe first to insist on the visitation of thepenalty, and that should he fail to do so—butItrust that it is unnecessary to men-tion the alternative."

There was another pause, and the cul-prit sat still, hardly breathing, and permit-ting the cards toslip from hia fingers to thelioor.

"Mr.Rossiter," said the leader, address-ing the hapless man in a tone so hard andcold that itcongealed the marrow whichitpierced, "have you forgotten?"

The doomed man made such a pitifulstruggle for self-mastery aB the gallowsoften reveals. Ifthere was a momentaryflash of hope based on a transient deter-mination to plead, itfaded instantly beforethe stern and implacable eyeß that greetedhim from all sides of the table. Certainlythere was a fierce struggle under which his6oul writhed and which showed in a pass-ing flush that crimsoned his face. Thatwent by, and an acceptance of doom satupon him. He raised his head and lookedfirmlyat the leader, and as he did so hischest expanded and his shoulders squaredbravely.

"Captain," said he, with a very goodvoice, "whatever else Imay be, Iam nota coward. Will you kindly summon theskipper?"

Without any change of countenance, theleader complied.

"Mr.Rossiter," he said to the skipper,"has a request to make of you, and what-ever it may be Iauthorize you to complywithit."

"1 wish," asked Mr. Rossiter of theskipper, "that you would lower a boat andputme aboard and that you would furnishthe boat with one oar and nothing elsewhatever."

"Why," exclaimed the skipper, aghast,looking in dismay from one to another ofthe men, "the man is insane! There is noland within 500 miles. We are in thetropics, and a man couldn't live four dayswithout food or water, and the se& is alivewithsharks. Why, this is suicide I"

The leader's face darkened, but before hecould speak Mr.Rossiter calmly remarked :

"That is my own affair, sir;" and therewas a finering inhis voice.

The man in the boat, bareheaded andstripped nearly naked in the broiling sun,was thus addressing something which hesaw in the water close at hand:

"Let me see. Yes, Ithink it ia aboutfour days now that we have traveled to-gether, butIam not very positive aboutthat. You see, if it hadn't been for youIshould have died of loneliness. ... Say 1aren't you hungry, too? Iwas a few dayaago, but I'm only thirsty now. You'vegot the advantage of me, you see, becauseyou don't get thirsty. As for your beinghungry— ha, ha, ha! Who ever heard ofa shark that wasn't always hungry ? Oh, Iknow well enough what's in your mind,old chappy, but there's time enough forthat. Yousee, Ihate to disturb the pleas-ant relation which exists between us atpresent. That is to say

—now hero is a

witticism—Iprefer the outside relation

to the inside intimacy. Ha, ha, ha! Iknew you'd laugh at that, you sly oldrogue ! What a very sly, patient old sharkyou are! Don't you know that if youdidn't have those clumsy fins, and thatdreadfully homely mouth away downsomewhere on the under side of yourbody,and eyes so grotesquely wide apart, andshould go on land and match your witagainst the various and amusing species ofsharks which abound there, your patiencein pursuing a manifest advantage wouldmake you a millionaire in a year. Canyouget that philosophy through your thickskull, old Sharky?

"There, there, there! Don't turn overlike that and make a fool of yourself byopening your pretty mouth and dazzlingthe midday sun with the gleam of yourwhite belly. I'm not ready yet, old

chappy. God! how thirsty Iam! Say,did you ever feel like that? Did you eversee blinding flashes that tear through yourbrain and turn the sun black? Oh, but it'sjolly, though— almost as amusing as youare.

"Say, old Sharky, you haven't answeredmy question yet. It'sa hypothetical ques-tion—yes, hypothetical. I'm sure that'swhat Iwant to say. Hypo

—hypothetical

question. Question; yes, that's right.Say, Sharky, suppose you'd been a prettywildand friskyyoung shark, and had keptyour mother anxious and miserable, andhad drifted into gambling and had gonepretty well to the dogs. Bay, old chappy,do sharks ever go to the dogs? Now,that's a poser. Sharks; dogs. Oh, whata very ridiculously, sublimely amusing oldSharky you are ! Dreadfully discreet youare. Never show your hand except on ashow-down. What a glum, jolly old vil-lain you are!

"Pretty well to the dogs, and thenbraced up and left home to make a man ofyourself. Think of a shark making a manof himself! Ha, ha, ha! Now, Icall thatamusing. Man of yourself. And then

—Easy, there! Don't get excited. Ionlystaggered that time and didn't quite go

overboard. And don't let my gesticula-tions excite you. Keep your mouth shut,Sharky; you're not pretty when yousmilelike that. AsIwa3 saying

—oh!.. .

"How long was Ithat way, old fellow?Good thing for me that you don't knowhow to climb into a boat when a fellow isthat way. Were you ever that way,Sharky? Comes on like this ! Biff! Bigblaze of red fire in your head. Then

—then—well, after awhile you come out ofit, with the queerest and crookedest ofaugers boring through your head, and amillion tadpoles of white fire darting inevery direction through the air. Don'tever get that way, Sharky, if you can pos-sibly keep out of it. But then youneverget thirsty. Let me see. The sun wasover there when the red fire struck andit's over here now. Shifted about thirtydegrees. Then Iwas that way about twohours.

"Where are those dogs? Do they cometo you or do you go to them? That de-pends. Now, say you had some friendsthat wanted to do you a good turn;wantedto straighten you up and make a man ofyou. They had ascertained the exactsituation of a wonderful treasure buried inan island of the Pacific. Allright. Theyknew you had some of the qualities usefulforsuch an expedition

—reckless, daredevil,afraid of nothing— things like that. Un-derstand, Sharky ? Well, all swore oathsas long as your leg—as long as your— oh,my! Think of a shark having a leg1 Ha,ha, ha! How is that for real humor, oldchappy? Long as your leg! Oh, my!Pardon my liberty, old man, but Imustlaugh. Ha, ha, ha 1 Oh, my!

"All of you swore—you and the othersharks. No lying, no deceit. First sharkthat makes a slip is to call the skipper andbe sent adrift with one oar and nothingelse. And all, Sharky, after you hadpledged your honor toyour mother, yourGod and yourself tobe a true and honor-able shark. Say, Sharky, itisn't the hot sunthat is broiling you and covering you withbursting blisters and changing the marrow,

of your bones to melted iron and yourblood to hissing lava

—it isn't the sun that

hurts, nor the hunger that enaws yourintestines to rags, nor the thirst thatchanges your throat into a funnel of hotbrass, nor blinding bursts of red fire inyour head, nor lying dead in the waist ofthe boat while the sun steals thirtydegreesof time out the sky, nor a million fierytadpoles darting through the air. No,Sharky, it is none of them that hurts, butsomething infinitely deeper and morecruel —

your broken pledge of honor toyour mother, your God and yourself.That is what hurts, Sharky.

"Itis late, old man, tobegin lifeall overagain while youare in the article of death,and resolve to be good when itis no longerpossible to be bad. But that is our affair,Sharky, yours and mine, you bold-eyed,wide-mouthed, hungry old villain,and justat this time we are not choosing to discussthe utilityof goodness. But Idon't likethat sneer in your glance. Ihave only oneoar, and Iwill cheerfully break it overyour wretched head if you come a yardnearer. . . .

"Aha! Thought Iwas going over, eh,old chappy? See; Ican stand steadyenough whenItry. ButIdon't like thatsneer in your eyes. Don't believe in thereformation of the dying, eh ? You are acontemptible dog; a low, mean, outcastdog. You sneer at the declaration of aman that he can and willbe honest at lastand face his Maker humbly, but still like aman. Come, then, Sharky, and let us seewhich of us two is the decent and honor-able one. Stake your manhood againstmine, and stake your lifewith your man-hood. We'll see which is the more hon-orable of the two, forItell you now, Mr.Sharky, that we are going to gamble forour lives and our honor. Ha, ha, ha!Gamble for our lives and our honor!

"Come op closer and watch the throw.No? Afraid of the oar? You sneakingcoward ! You would be a decent shark atlast did the oar but split your ekull. Seethis visiting card, you villain? Look at itasIhold itup. There is printing oil oneside; that is my name; itis I. The otherBide is blank; that is you. Now, Iamgoing to throw this into the water. Ifitfalls name up Iwin;ifblank side up youwin. IfIwinIeat you;ifyou winyou eatme. Is that a go?

"Hold on. You see Ican throw a cardso as to bring uppermost either side Iplease. That wouldn't be fair. For this,the last game, is to be square. SoIfoldone end down on this side and tbe otherdown on that side. When you throw acard folded like that no living shark,whether he have two legs or only a tail,can know which side will fall uppermost.That is a square game, old man, and itwillsettle the little difference that has ex-isted between you and me for four dayspast.

"Mindyou, if Iwin, you are to come'alongside the boat and Iam to kill youand eat you. That may sustain my lifeuntillam picked up. Ifyou win over Igo and you eat me. Are you in the game !Then here goes, Sharky, for life or death.* * *

Ah! Sharky, you have won!Andthis is a game of honor."

Ablack .smoking steamer was steadilyapproaching the drifting boat, for thelookout had reported the discovery, andthe steamer was bearing down to lend suc-cor. The captain, standing on the bridge,saw through his glass a wild and nearlynaked man making the most extraordinarysigns and gestures, staggering and lurch-ing in imminent danger of falling over-board. When the ship had approachedquite near the captain saw the man tosa a,

card into the water, and then stand withan ominous rigidity the meaning of w"hichwas unmistakable. He sounded a blast fromthe whistle and the drifting man startedviolently and turned to see the steamerapproaching and observed hasty prepara-tions for the lowering of a boat. The manstood immovable, watching the strangeapparition, which seemed to have sprungout of the ocean.

The boat touched the water and waspulled lustily forward.

"Pull with all your might, lads, for theman is insane and is preparing to leapoverboard. A big shark is lying in waitfor him, and the moment he touches thewater he is cone."

The men did pull with all their mightand hallooed to the drifting one andwarned him of the shark.

"Wait a minute," they cried, "and we'lltake you on the ship."

The purpose of the men seemed at lastto have dawned upon the understandingof the outcast. He straightened himselfas well as he could into a wretched sem-blance of dignity and hoarsely replied:

"No; an honest man willpay a debt ofhonor."

And with such a light in his eyes ascomes only into those whose vision haspenetrated the most wonderful of allmys-teries he leaped forth into the sea.

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