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THE WAY THAT ARE DARK 5^ - The Rev. Milton Grober was traveling overland to San Francisco. There was a look of high exaltation upon his clerical countenance, and an air of sup- pressed eagerness pervaded his whole clerical person, for the Rev. Hilton Grober was on an errand of enlightenment to the JPacitic Coast. He was the pastor of a large and flour- ishing church in a beautiful city in West- ern New York. His congregation was wealthy, his people were devoted, he was himself in the full enjoyment of good health, and was regarded as an influential man in the denomination of which he was a member. But the Rev. MiltonGrober was not one to idiy take his ease in Zion. He was fullof zeal in the causa of evangelization. Bethany' congregation had an enviable record for liberality toward foreign mis- sion?. The church supported a mission- ary in Upper-Whangee, two native teach- ers in Ballyboo, a reader in Jingariand three converted students in the seminary at Tully-fow-Whooparee. Every year in the annual reports of the general secretary of the foreign board Bethany congrega- tion received honorable mention for its consecrated zeal toward the heathen in his blindness. But this was not all. There had lately come into the cit} r where the church wag a center of activity quite a number of- Chinese, who, common enough in New York and on this B'ope, are even yet enough of a rarity in inland cities of the East to be the objects oflively interest. To the Rev. Milton Grober the advent of these interesting heathen seemed quite providential. While foreign missions were at a premium in Bethany the home mis- Bion field had of late languished in inter- est. The native product in heathenism is lacking in picturesqueness. There is a certain squalor and incompleteness about him, and one always has a suspicion that visions of fleshpots'lurk behind his inter- est in spiritual affairs. But the introduction of thereal,live Orien- tal heathen into Bethany Sunaay-school was the signal for a general revival of inter- est in home mission work. The first heathen brought a fellow. These two brought others, until a good sized class was formed. Then it was discovered that owing to lin- guistic -difficulties it was impossible to deal with them in a class, and eventu- ally each pupil was assigned a teacher, tohose sole charge he was, to be led to the light. Later it was noticed that the most successful teachers were the young ladies of- the congregation, and that Df these those most endowed with per- feonal attractiveness were the best adapted to quicken the seed of repentance and of paving faith in the gropine Celestial mind. 80, in time, it came to pass that the ser- vices of all the pretty young ladies in the church were finally enlisted in the task of clucking Chinese brands from the burning. The regular Sunday-school classes were forced to fall back for teachers upon the more elderly or the plainer ladies and cer- tain of the spiritually minded young men Of the congregation. As for the young men who were not spiritually minded they argued and pleaded with the girls for a time, until at last unable to compete with the triple alliance of opium - smelling heathenism, fascinating silk handkerchiefs presented at frequent intervals to fair teachers and precious jewels to be won for prospective crowns, they retired to other Churches, where the girls were less fully consecrated and had an occasional Bmile for non-heathen and American young men. But the Chinese Sunday-school in Beth- pnv grew apace, and the Rev. Milton Grober, who if he had not been a clergy- man would have become a leading states- man, became deeply interested in the Chinese question. He watched eagerly the progress of all legislation on the sub- ject. The exclusion laws seemed to him the crime of the century against a people for whom America had an indubitable mission. Every fresh outrage which the papers published as perpetrated against the Chinese on the Pacific Coast filled him with a sense of remorse for the sins of his people. He read withpain of the growing feeling against John among the working people of California. Whenever he heard of a batch of new-comers being refused landing. his indignation knew no bounds. "We are iir danger," he said to his people one Wednesday evening at midweek lec- ture, "of being put on record by this in- famous exclusion practice, as an unchris- tian, record-breaking nation. I shudder at the thought." And all the young Chi- nese teachers shuddered with him. In ministers' meeting, too, Mr. Grober also gave free vent to his sentiments and waxed Eealoue, indeed, when he learned that he Btood almost alone among his brethren as B champion of the Chinese. "You should go to San Francisco," said Che Rev. Dr. Broadaxe to him, at last, "and Bee what the Chinaman in America really is belore you condemn those who think they 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 of a fullness of knowledge tonching John's spiritual state. His was no merely commercial re- lation with the Oriental, for Mr. Giober, despite his enthusiasm, wouldhave shrunk, with true-Eastern reluctance, from wearing Bo ninch as a collar that had passed through John's cleansing methods. But be 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 be settled. So he intimated to the ladies of his con- gregation that he deemed it is his duty to go on a mission to the Pacific Coast, there to tight for the Chinaman in the very thick of the opposition and cruelty to which he is a victim. With commendable zeal the ladies had raised a purse of several hundred dollars, and at the moment of the opening of this sketch the Rev. Mr. Grober was rapidly drawing near to San Francisco in the ful- fillment of his important duty. No sooner had he reached this City than he proceeded to put himself in communication with cer- tain choice spirits representing the Celes- tial empire on this coast. He had brought letters ofintroduction from one of his most promising Sunday-school boys to sundry cousins and friends of his, and decided to present them without delay. He would need a little time to grasp the situation before undertaking to show the white people of the coast their error toward their man and brother, but he knew Charlie's letters would put him on the right track for all necessary information. The Chief of Police, to whom he applied for aid in hunting up Charlie's cousin, shook his head when he saw the inscription on the envelope. "That Ah Hung," he said, "is one of the biggest rascals in~all Chinatown. It takes two men to watch him and keep track of half the deviltry he is up to." The Rev. Milton Grober regarded him suspiciously. It pained him to think how mere race prejudices could warp the judg- ment of an honest seeming man like the Chief, and prompt so deliberate an attempt to poison a stranger's mind against a fellow-being. "I have had great experi- ence with the Chinese," he said, stiffly, "and usually manage to call out the betrer elements in their nature. I find it the only way to deal with them." "Yes," said the Chief, dryly, "1 should think it might be effective. "Iconfess, however, that save in a general way, I am not familiar with the better elements of Chinese nature." Then he called Ah Bung, the court interpreter, and told him to glance over Mr. Grober' s letters. Ah Bung read them and grinned. The last one, however, he read a second time, casting a sly glance out of the tail of hi 3 eye at the Chief. Then he handed them all back. "All belly good letter," he said, and not a line changed on his smug countenance. Nevertheless, the Chief's suspicions were aroused, albeit he said nothing. He offered Mr. Grober the services of a guide, but his offer was declined. "I shall see for myself with unimpaired judgment," was the clergyman's commendable reflection. So he departed to hunt up Ah Hung, and meantime tae Chief sent for two of the best detectives at his disposal, and was closeted with them for & long time. It would take too long to detail the Key. Milton Grober's investigation into the Chi- nese question in San Francisco. It was conducted, he flattered himself, in a spirit of absolute impartiality. In all his re- searches he was ably seconded by Ah Hung, who, as an earnest believing China- man, rejoiced to welcome his white brother and further his efforts to understand the situation of this much abused people in the land of the free. Mr. Grober told him- self that he saw much to condemn, much that was shocking in the extreme. He considered it a disgrace to the people of California that these people should be compelled to burrow under ground like rats; that the sanctity of their homes might be violated at any moment by raid- ing police. He wrote one letter to the ladies of his congregation, in which he described in touching terms how Ah Huug had told him that the Chinese are actually forced to keep their little girls in cells be- hind grated windows, bo determined are tha police instigated by American prejudice to seize and deport these children that the persecuted Chinese may not educate them and take them home. He was taken to the theater to witness an historical drama, which, in his letter, he characterized as shorn of all the garish and sensuous vani- ties by which our own theaters seem to attract giddy youth and lead it astray. The temperance of this frugal neople re- commended itself to him. He held it up as a shining example to the young men of his congregation, writingat length, and with deep feeling, of the earnest- ness and religious zeal of this little understood people. He had rather a curi- ous adventure, that revealed to him this Chinese characteristic. In company with Ah Hung and a number of others who were revealing Chinatown to the clergy- man, he was on a tour through a hereto- fore (by him) unexplored part of the quarter. They had drunk tea in the big restaurant on Dupont street, and Mr. Grober haa addressed the Chinamen there assembled, telling them about the "boys" in Bethany Sunday-school. Then, follow- ing his guides through many winding ways, they plunged twenty-five feet under ground, into the very bowels of China- town. Rounding a sharp turn, the leaders opened a door and they came sud- denly upon a group of China- men . busy as Mr. Grober had never before seen them. They were crowded about a table, eager and excited. At one end sat a sleek Celestial, with a counting-rack and many stacks of coin before him. On the table was a tray of beans and a curious, funnel-shaped contrivance, through which the beans were made to drop, one by one. Even the guides looked some what startled, and the assembly, seeing the clergyman, set up an excited clamor of shrill, monosyllabic cries, and pressed 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 lull of the tumult, Ah Hung explained to Mr. Grober that they had surprised the Celes- tials in the worship of the most secret and terrible of all their gods. No white man was ever admitted to these sacred rites, and the worshipers were alarmed and enraged at his introduction there. "Poor Chinaman," Ah Hung said, "him no know he false god. Me flade they killee you. You buy many prayers, may be he forget. You no be killee." The re- sult of the confab was that the clergyman parted with all the money he had about him, his watch aDd sleevelinks, in the purchase of prayers to propitiate the un- known deity whose worship he had inter- rupted, and was finally allowed to depart in peace from the scene of the game. Thiß little encounter so reduced hia somewhat limited resources as materially to shorten his sojourn in the City. He had, however, collected a large amount of valuable data, and had arranged to ad- dress the people of San Francisco at Met- ropolitan Temple on the following Sunday night, when, one Friday morning, he re- ceived a dispatch from the Chief of Police requesting his immediate presence at his office. Wondering greatly at the summons Rev. Mr. Grober nevertheless obeyed it promptly and was received by the Chief with a stern face. "I believe, 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 one daughter his only child was at home. She was the apple of his eye, his chief helper in the Sunday-school, the light of his widowed life. He could only look his amaze. The Chief touched a button beside his desk, and a sergeant appeared. "Tell McLean to come in," was the order, and in another instant an officer en- tered leading a tearful young lady, who, with a cry of "Papa! Papa! rushed for- ward and threw her arms about the be- wildered clergyman. Between alarm, amazement and nerves, it was some time before Mr. Grober could seek or receive any information as to how his daughter, whom he had supposed to be safe at home several thousand miles away, should sud- denly be sobbing in hi 3 arms in San Fran- cisco. Presently, however, he realized that the Chief was saying: "When I saw how desirous you were to take care of the Chinese on this coast, Mr. Grober, I concluded I would do well to look after you. I could have done bo more promptly, but that our own Chinese interpreter" played me false. Here, however, are your watch and buttons. The money you parted with at the game the other night is, I fear, lost. This is a telegram your daughter re- ceived, telling her you were fatally injured in San Francisco and bidding her come to you at once. It seems her pet Chinese pupil was calling upon her at the time. I understand visits of that sort are quite the correct thing in the East we woolly Westerners aren't quite so cultivated as that yet but, perhaps, Miss Grober can best finish the story." "It was Charlie, you know, papa," the girl sobbed. "He was at the house for his extra lessons. He seemed so interested in Bible history and the telegram came. He was so kind knew all about the trains and told me just what to do. I was so grateful and oh, papa! it was he all the time 1" She became so hysterical that the Chief was obliged to take up the narrative. "The Chinaman arranged to have the dispatch sent by some of his friends here. The letter you had to Ah Hung explained the whole devilish business. She was to have been met by them here. Good heavens, man ! Do you trust vermin like that in the East? And—well, I'll spare you the details; but you may be thankful there are people at this end who understand the heathen Chinee and his ways or you'd be minus a daughter to-day and Charlie-boy would have his white wife. McLean met the overland at Sacra- mento, secured the scamp, Charlie, who was in the smoker all the time, and ac- companied your daughter to San Fran- cisco. It was a pretty scheme, but it failed this time." The Rev. Milton Grober did not give his pro-Chinese address in Metropolitan Temple on the following Sunday evening. Instead, he left for the East on the Satur- day evening train, accompanied by his daughter, wnose narrow escape still filled him with terror. The Chinese Sunday-school that once flourished in the vestry of Bethany Church is not now so prosperous as of yore, nor is Mr. Grober so enthusiastic as of old upon the Chinese question. Adeline Knapp. FOR A COLLEGE LIBRARY. Scheme to Donate the Mer- cantile Property to the University. It Cannot Long Continue to Run Under Existing Circum- stances. The Mercantile Library is fast nearing a point at which something must be done to help it on, or it will go to pieces. For quite awhile past some of the directors have been advancing money to pay the current expenses; but such a state of af- fairs can last for but a limited time, and the end is drawing nearer with every day. The proposition to consolidate with the Public Library has not met with success. The various plans so far proposed have all failed, and now comes the latest idea a suggestion to turn over library and prop- erty to the State University, to be used by the affiliated colleges or not as the regents see tit. The plan comes from Edmund Tauzsky, an ex-president of the library association and at present one of its members. lie suggests that the property be turned over to tne State University under two condi- tions. First, that the university pay off the $73,000 which is now due by the asso- ciation and secured by a mortgage on the property on Van Ness avenue and Polk street, and second, that while free to the college students the public be admitted to the privileges of the book-shelves for 50 cents a month. The property is worth much more than $75,000, the amount of the mortgase upon it. The building nas a frontage of 120 feet on Van Ness avenue and 110 on Golden Gate and Elm avenues. It fronts on these three streets and is well lighted from every side. It was built with the expectation of adding more stories if it would ever be necessary to do so, and the foundation is, therefore, proportionately strong. The library has upon its book-shelves 70,000 volumes, many of which are very rare and valuable, and all are properly indexed and arranged. The value of the library alone is equal to the amount of the mortgage, but if donated at all the whole property will probably go together. The debt of $75,000 which hanga over the institution is what is slowly wreck- ing it. The interest on this debt amounts to about $450 a month. The library has between twelve and fifteen hundred mem- bers and their dues of 50 cents a month make a sum barely sufficient to pay this interest, without considering the current expenses of the library. Mr. Tauszky intends to enlist the sym- pathies of the" Alumni Association of the University of California and he is confi- dent that some understanding can be reached between the association and the university which will lead to the transfer. It is problematical whether or not the affiliated colleges willaccept the gift of the property for their use, but inany event it is believed that the university will be glad to take possession of the magnificent col- lection of volumes which are now upon the shelves of the library. PRINCIPAL AND PUPILS. Case Against T. B. White for Battery Upon a Boy Dismissed. T. B. White, principal of the Washing- ton Grammar School, appeared in Judge Joachimsen's court yesterday to answer to the charge of battery upon Willie Wilson, one of his pupils. The testimony was that Willie engaged in a fight with another boy, who called him names. Principal White ordered Willie to go to the hall where punishment is admin- istered to boys breaking the rules, but Willie refused to go and was punished. Prosecuting Attorney Dare areued strongly for a conviction and urged the court to make an example of the defendant. He knew that many of the teachers in the public schools were unfair and punished pupils without reason and in instances witbin his own knowledge had not pos- sessed the manhood to apologize when proved to be in the wrong. The Judge said he was satisfied a wrong had been done the boy, but dismissed the case after admonishing the defendant to be more careful in the future. THE COMPANION OF A SHARK. By E. A. Willard and W, C. Morrow. Four of the five men who sat around the card table in the cabin of the Merry Witch regarded the fifth man with a steady, im- placable look of scorn. He could not face that terrible glance. His head drooped, and his gaze rested upon some cards which he idly fumbled as he waited, numbed and listless, to hear his sentence. The more masterful one of the four made a disdainful gesture toward the craven one and thus addressed the others : "Gentlemen, none of us can have forgot- ten the terms of our compact. It was agreed at the beginning of this perilous expedition that only men of unflinching integrity should be permitted to participate in 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 the risk of encounters with savage Mexican soldiers and marines, and take all the other dangerous chances of which you are aware. As the charterer of this vessel and the leader of the expedition I exercised extra- ordinary care in selecting my asso- ciates. We have been and still are equals, and my leadership as the outfitter of the expedition gives me no advantage in the sharing of the treasure. As such leader, however, I have employed, unsuspected by you, many devices to test the manhood of each of you. Were it not for the fact that I have exhausted all reasonable resources to this end, and have found all of you trustworthy except one, I would not now be disclosing the plan which I have been pursuing." The three others, who had been gazing at the crestfallen one, now stared at their leader with a startled interest. "The final test of a man's character," calmly pursued the leader, "is the card table. Whatever there may be in him of weakness, whether it be a mean avarice, cowardice or a deceitful disposition, will there inevitably appear. If I were the president of a bank, the general of an army or the leader of any other great enterprise I would make it a point to test the char- acter of my subordinates in a series of games at cards, preferably played for money. It is the only sure test of char- acter that the wisdom of the ages has been able to devise." He paused and then turned his scornful glance upon the cringing man, who mean- while had mustered courage to look up, and was employing his eyes as well as his ears to comprehend the strange philosophy of his judge. Terror and dismay were ele- ments of the expression which curiously wrinkled his white face, as though he found himself standing before a court of inscrutable wisdom and relentless jus- tice. But his glance fell instantly when it encountered that of his judge and his weak lower liphung trembling. "We have all agreed," impressively con- tinued the leader, "that the one found guilty of deceiving or betraying the others to the very smallest extent should pay the penalty which we are all sworn to exact. A part of this agreement, as we all remem- ber, is that the one found derelict shall be the first to insist on the visitation of the penalty, and that should he fail to do so— but I trust 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 to slip from hia fingers to the lioor. "Mr. Rossiter," said the leader, address- ing the hapless man in a tone so hard and cold that it congealed the marrow which itpierced, "have you forgotten?" The doomed man made such a pitiful struggle for self-mastery aB the gallows often reveals. If there was a momentary flash of hope based on a transient deter- mination to plead, it faded instantly before the stern and implacable eyeß that greeted him from all sides of the table. Certainly there was a fierce struggle under which his 6oul writhed and which showed in a pass- ing flush that crimsoned his face. That went by, and an acceptance of doom sat upon him. He raised his head and looked firmly at the leader, and as he did so his chest expanded and his shoulders squared bravely. "Captain," said he, with a very good voice, "whatever else I may be, I am not a coward. Will you kindly summon the skipper?" Without any change of countenance, the leader complied. "Mr.Rossiter," he said to the skipper, "has a request to make of you, and what- ever it may be I authorize you to comply with it." "1 wish," asked Mr. Rossiter of the skipper, "that you would lower a boat and put me aboard and that you would furnish the boat with one oar and nothing else whatever." "Why," exclaimed the skipper, aghast, looking in dismay from one to another of the men, "the man is insane! There is no land within 500 miles. We are in the tropics, and a man couldn't live four days without food or water, and the se& is alive with sharks. Why, this is suicide I" The leader's face darkened, but before he could speak Mr. Rossiter calmly remarked : "That is my own affair, sir;" and there was a fine ring in his voice. The man in the boat, bareheaded and stripped nearly naked in the broiling sun, was thus addressing something which he saw in the water close at hand: "Let me see. Yes, I think it ia about four days now that we have traveled to- gether, but I am not very positive about that. You see, if it hadn't been for you I should have died of loneliness. ... Say 1 aren't you hungry, too? I was a few daya ago, but I'm only thirsty now. You've got the advantage of me, you see, because you don't get thirsty. As for your being hungry— ha, ha, ha! Who ever heard of a shark that wasn't always hungry ? Oh, I know well enough what's in your mind, old chappy, but there's time enough for that. You see, I hate to disturb the pleas- ant relation which exists between us at present. That is to say now hero is a witticism I prefer the outside relation to the inside intimacy. Ha, ha, ha! I knew you'd laugh at that, you sly old rogue ! What a very sly, patient old shark you are! Don't you know that if you didn't have those clumsy fins, and that dreadfully homely mouth away down somewhere on the under side of your body, and eyes so grotesquely wide apart, and should go on land and match your wit against the various and amusing species of sharks which abound there, your patience in pursuing a manifest advantage would make you a millionaire in a year. Can you get that philosophy through your thick skull, old Sharky? "There, there, there! Don't turn over like that and make a fool of yourself by opening your pretty mouth and dazzling the midday sun with the gleam of your white belly. I'm not ready yet, old chappy. God! how thirsty I am! Say, did you ever feel like that? Did you ever see blinding flashes that tear through your brain and turn the sun black? Oh, but it's jolly, though— almost as amusing as you are. "Say, old Sharky, you haven't answered my question yet. It's a hypothetical ques- tion—yes, hypothetical. I'm sure that's what I want to say. Hypo hypothetical question. Question; yes, that's right. Say, Sharky, suppose you'd been a pretty wild and frisky young shark, and had kept your mother anxious and miserable, and had drifted into gambling and had gone pretty well to the dogs. Bay, old chappy, do sharks ever go to the dogs? Now, that's a poser. Sharks; dogs. Oh, what a very ridiculously, sublimely amusing old Sharky you are ! Dreadfully discreet you are. Never show your hand except on a show-down. What a glum, jolly old vil- lain you are ! "Pretty well to the dogs, and then braced up and left home to make a man of yourself. Think of a shark making a man of himself! Ha, ha, ha! Now, I call that amusing. Man of yourself. And then Easy, there! Don't get excited. I only staggered 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 you smile like that. As I wa3 saying oh ! . . . "How long was I that way, old fellow? Good thing for me that you don't know how to climb into a boat when a fellow is that way. Were you ever that way, Sharky? Comes on like this ! Biff! Big blaze of red fire in your head. Then then— well, after awhile you come out of it, with the queerest and crookedest of augers boring through your head, and a million tadpoles of white fire darting in every direction through the air. Don't ever get that way, Sharky, if you can pos- sibly keep out of it. But then you never get thirsty. Let me see. The sun was over there when the red fire struck and it's over here now. Shifted about thirty degrees. Then I was that way about two hours. "Where are those dogs? Do they come to you or do you go to them? That de- pends. Now, say you had some friends that wanted to do you a good turn ; wanted to straighten you up and make a man of you. They had ascertained the exact situation of a wonderful treasure buried in an island of the Pacific. All right. They knew you had some of the qualities useful for such an expedition reckless, daredevil, afraid of nothing— things like that. Un- derstand, Sharky ? Well, all swore oaths as 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, old chappy? Long as your leg! Oh, my! Pardon my liberty, old man, but I must laugh. Ha, ha, ha 1 Oh, my! "All of you swore—you and the other sharks. No lying, no deceit. First shark that makes a slip is to call the skipper and be sent adrift with one oar and nothing else. And all, Sharky, after you had pledged your honor to your mother, your God and yourself tobe a true and honor- able shark. Say, Sharky, it isn't the hot sun that is broiling you and covering you with bursting blisters and changing the marrow, of your bones to melted iron and your blood to hissing lava it isn't the sun that hurts, nor the hunger that enaws your intestines to rags, nor the thirst that changes your throat into a funnel of hot brass, nor blinding bursts of red fire in your head, nor lying dead in the waist of the boat while the sun steals thirty degrees of time out the sky, nor a million fiery tadpoles darting through the air. No, Sharky, it is none of them that hurts, but something infinitely deeper and more cruel your broken pledge of honor to your mother, your God and yourself. That is what hurts, Sharky. "It is late, old man, tobegin life all over again while you are in the article of death, and resolve to be good when itis no longer possible to be bad. But that is our affair, Sharky, yours and mine, you bold-eyed, wide-mouthed, hungry old villain, and just at this time we are not choosing to discuss the utility of goodness. But I don't like that sneer in your glance. I have only one oar, and I will cheerfully break it over your wretched head if you come a yard nearer. ... "Aha! Thought I was going over, eh, old chappy? See; I can stand steady enough when I try. But I don't like that sneer in your eyes. Don't believe in the reformation of the dying, eh ? You are a contemptible dog; a low, mean, outcast dog. You sneer at the declaration of a man that he can and will be honest at last and face his Maker humbly, but still like a man. Come, then, Sharky, and let us see which of us two is the decent and honor- able one. Stake your manhood against mine, and stake your life with your man- hood. We'll see which is the more hon- orable of the two, for I tell you now, Mr. Sharky, that we are going to gamble for our 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 sneaking coward ! You would be a decent shark at last did the oar but split your ekull. See this visiting card, you villain? Look at it as I hold itup. There is printing oil one side; that is my name; itis I. The other Bide is blank; that is you. Now, I am going to throw this into the water. If it falls name up I win; if blank side up you win. IfI win I eat you; if you winyou eat me. Is that a go? "Hold on. You see I can throw a card so as to bring uppermost either side I please. That wouldn't be fair. For this, the last game, is to be square. So I fold one end down on this side and tbe other down on that side. When you throw a card 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 it will settle the little difference that has ex- isted between you and me for four days past. "Mindyou, if I win, you are to come 'alongside the boat and I am to kill you and eat you. That may sustain my life until lam picked up. If you win over I go and you eat me. Are you in the game ! Then here goes, Sharky, for life or death. *** Ah ! Sharky, you have won! And this is a game of honor." Ablack . smoking steamer was steadily approaching the drifting boat, for the lookout had reported the discovery, and the steamer was bearing down to lend suc- cor. The captain, standing on the bridge, saw through his glass a wild and nearly naked man making the most extraordinary signs and gestures, staggering and lurch- ing in imminent danger of falling over- board. When the ship had approached quite near the captain saw the man tosa a , card into the water, and then stand with an ominous rigidity the meaning of w"hich was unmistakable. He sounded a blast from the whistle and the drifting man started violently and turned to see the steamer approaching and observed hasty prepara- tions for the lowering of a boat. The man stood immovable, watching the strange apparition, which seemed to have sprung out of the ocean. The boat touched the water and was pulled lustily forward. "Pull with all your might, lads, for the man is insane and is preparing to leap overboard. A big shark is lying in wait for him, and the moment he touches the water he is cone." The men did pull with all their might and hallooed to the drifting one and warned him of the shark. "Wait a minute," they cried, "and we'll take you on the ship." The purpose of the men seemed at last to have dawned upon the understanding of the outcast. He straightened himself as well as he could into a wretched sem- blance of dignity and hoarsely replied : "No; an honest man will pay a debt of honor." And with such a light in his eyes as comes only into those whose vision has penetrated the most wonderful of all mys- teries he leaped forth into the sea. THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL, SUNDAY, AUGUST 18, 1895. 16 * M^W TO-PAY.^ ffTl. NOLAN vp^fT I DDftC ..; .: I V\SHOE CO. ' OUR CLOSING-OUT SALE TAN SHOES 50c ON Ti DOLLAR Proved such a wonderful success that we have decided to con- \u25a0 ' , \u25a0 tinue the sale .... . .. , '. ONE WEEK LONGER THE RUSH LAST WEEK FOR '< TAN SHOES Was wonderful. \u25a0•;..-• . Our large store was crowded from . morning tillnight with people .• - BUYING TAN SHOES, ~ Call or send early as convenient, as these bargains won't last long. 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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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