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ilized country. Submarine telephone
Submarine telephone equipped with a submarine telephone, alplants are installed upon 38 lightships off though they are common in vessels sailing the Atlantic and Pacific Coasts of the
other seas. United States, those in the Pacific being While the submarine telephone and Umatilla reef, San Francisco, Blunt's wireless telegraph combined give a ship’s reef, Relief Ship No. 76, and Columbia distance and bearing from the station, her River. Eight lightships on the Great
Great position may be accurately plotted on a Lakes are so provided.
chart if signals are heard simultaneously Professor McAdie proposes that wireless from two stations, by describing arcs from telegraph and submarine telephone outfits each station with radii equal to the disbe placed in conjunction at every point tance from each. The intersection of these where fog signals are now established, es- arcs is the ship's exact position. pecially at dangerous headlands and at Thousands of lives and millions of dolthe entrance of harbors. He recommends lars worth of property are imperiled anproviding vessels with the same.
It is a
nually by fog at sea. A reliable system of lamentable fact that at the present writing protection is what the maritime comnot a single vessel in the Pacific is munity has been seeking for generations.
THE LAST STAND
BY AGNES LOUISE PROVOST
PPER FALLSBURG another we hang him. We don't let him
basked in the late af- off with two years' free board."
ternoon sunshine; The Sheriff's brows flickered in a mo-
calm of pleasant lei- years of fatness, and the wheels of governsure at the week's end; lower Fallsburg ment were getting clogged. Hansee, an was already beginning to swarm with the offensive politician of the lower sort, had Saturday night crowd. Street corners shot another man in a quarrel, and after were grouped with idle men and boys from a dragging trial had been sentenced to an the mills, and buggies and carryalls were absurd two years in the State Prison, and bringing their quota from the outlying a fine which his friends had paid for him. districts.
The opposition papers had made much capSheriff Tom Rawlins, taking a cut ital out of the lightness of the sentence, through lower Fallsburg with Bergen, his and the fact that was not the first of its new deputy, volunteered the opinion that kind did not make it sound any prettier. a universal "pay-day” is a pernicious in- As they came to the railroad tracks, stitution.
Sheriff Rawlins turned and looked back “By sun-down fifty per cent of this at the narrow streets with their lounging crowd will be doing their best to get men and boys, and the yellow glow of late drunk and showing up their dispositions. sunshine on them. He knew the possibiliIf I had the running of this earth, I'd cut ties for mischief that lay there. The track Saturday night out of the schedule. It's was the social divider of Fallsburg. North a bad thing for too many men to have of it lay upper Fallsburg, with its prostheir pockets full of money at the same perous business streets, its white court time, and when you add all day Sunday to
house and jail giving on the public square, sober up in, it's a pretty good receipt for and its decorous residential section, with a trouble."
century or so of history back of each subHe dropped his voice slightly as he stantial home. South of the track lay passed an idling group of men. One of lower Fallsburg, clustering around the them called to him familiarly. His name mills and the railroad. The “black belt" was Farley, and he was a yard foreman was there, a straggling section along the in one of the mills.
river, and in the heart of it lay a human “Evenin', Sheriff. How is it the county cess-pool where the refuse of both races ain't givin' Mr. Hansee a pink tea today? sent up the reek of its uncleanness to He's leavin' us for the penitentiary, ain't heaven. “Hell's Kitchen,” they called it, he?"
a nest which generated vice and bred "He's left," said the sheriff briefly, for putridity, and filled each night with hideHansee was a tender spot with him. The ousness. Social Fallsburg was too far off men turned into a corner saloon. Rawlins to hear it. Official Fallsburg was dull of went on with his deputy, but not too soon hearing, for the Kitchen polled several to hear an unpleasant laugh as the door hundred purchasable votes, and could be swung in.
colonized for as many more. The prevail"In my part of the country," the voice ing color of the Kitchen was black, but boasted to Farley, “when one man murders some white men-of a kind—foregathered
in its numerous saloons because they were The law found Jim Turford before he wider open than others, and now and then had left the Kitchen's dark limits, and white women-of the same kind-disap- rushed him to the county jail for safepeared in its depths and came out worse keeping. The story of it leaped from than before.
mouth to mouth, and lost no detail as it “I'd like to clean out that hole," Sheriff went. Uncle Joe Babcock had been murRawlins said meditatively. “One good job dered, and a "nigger" had done it. like that and I'd go out of office satisfied- For several hours Fallsburg thought it provided they wouldn't have
back. over, and meanwhile the saloon doors Howdy, Uncle Joe!
Seems to me you
Sheriff Rawlins' prolook younger than usual.”
phecy had already come true. “Uncle” Joe Babcock stopped at the cor- Night crept in and darkened the shaded ner and snickered in senile appreciation. streets, lights blinked here and there, and
, He was an old man, but he could earn a curious, loud-voiced groups gathered in man's wages yet, and was enormously front of the county jail, on the east side proud of it.
of the public square, but only a pale light “Howdy, Sheriff! Younger? I've jest or two showed that there was any life bebeen paid off. Ain't that enough to make hind the high-barred windows. Gradually a man look young ?”
the groups congested there, talking idly, He wagged his head and chuckled con- violent but aimless. The fire in them tentedly as he trudged along. He loved was smouldering, waiting for something that week's pay.
to blow it into flame. It came. Just around the corner a loosely built Down in the Kitchen the scared blacks negro was leaning idly, and his stupid lay quiet, but about eleven o'clock a group face lightened into furtive interest at the of white men from the mills started back sound of voices. He was shiftless and lazy, to lower Fallsburg across the tracks, and but he wanted money. It was Saturday a negro, coming drunk and reckless from night; he must have whisky; his fingers the Kitchen's limits, reeled against one itched for the touch of dice. Uncle Joe of them and cursed him obscenely, Babcock had just been paid off. No for- Straight from a heavy shoulder the mulated plan of action yet stirred the slug- answer crashed into the cursing mouth, gish mind, but he wanted the things that and half an hour later a panting, sobered Uncle Joe's money could buy, and a little fugitive cowered in one of the darkest algreedy flame flickered up in his eyes as leys of the black belt, listening to the he listened.
sound of retreating voices, while the men The negro watched the Sheriff and his who had pursued him, foiled of their deputy go their way. Then he moved out quarry and augmented to a crowd, turned and slouched indifferently up the street, to sate their wrath elsewhere. A “nigkeeping his eye on Uncle Joe Babcock, half ger” had murdered Uncle Joe Babcock a block ahead. The old man was in a
that very day, and they would drag him hurry. Because it was nearer, he fre- out to retribution. The law was weak, quently went home by way of the Kitchen, but this time they would be the law. and-in daylight—took short cut Drunk with anger, they turned toward through one of its twisting alleys. He the county jail, and as they marched, men was not afraid.
joined them by twos and threes, by dozens No one heard the sounds of it, but a lit- pouring out from saloons and stores, and tle later the old man staggered out into the mob roar surged ahead of them, the open street on a swaying run. He Sheriff Rawlins heard them coming. had struggled, and the ugly marks of it Once before he had heard that inhuman were branded on him. As he reached bellow, swelling from a murmur to the safety he swung about dizzily and fell. maddened roar which can
from Men were coming down the street- men's throats when the lust of blood is on white men.
They ran to him, and he them. Official Fallsburg heard it also, looked up and whispered it:
and stirred uneasily, but official Fallsburg “It was Jim Turford. He robbed me. lay low. Election was only a few months I guess—he's done for me."
off, and it would not be good policy to
meddle. Were not Sheriff Rawlins and dozen pressing behind him. Warden Cale there to look after the pris- Sheriff Rawlins' right hand went to his oner?
hip pocket, slid swiftly forth and leveled Beyond a doubt, Sheriff Rawlins was a revolver at the pushing ones in front, there, and would stay there. Just now he and they melted back before it. His voice was standing on the jail steps, eyes cool, carried to the far limits of the crowd. watching the faces crowding beneath him Before you try any nonsense, rememin the half-lit summer darkness, right ber one thing. When you break down that hand resting negligently on his hip, but door, you will find me just on the other ready to jump back to his revolver at the side of it, waiting for you." instant of warning. Warden Harvey Gale He stepped back, still facing them. The was inside, stern of demeanor, but feeling door opened cautiously to admit him, and a bit hollow with nervous excitement. closed swiftly in the face of the crowd. Warden Cale meant well, but the Sheriff Now that he no longer stood there with judged him to be not quite of the fibre implacable eye and leveled weapon, their that awes a mob.
fear of him vanished, and they swarmed The crowd pressed around the jail up the steps with newly inflated courage steps, loud mouthed, threatening, half- and beat on the door. Some one called uneasy, just a little below the level of the for a log to force it, but no one moved Sheriff's shoulders. Both sides of the to get one. Was not Sheriff Rawlins just track were represented there, but lower on the other side--waiting? Fallsburg predominated, for lower Falls- They swayed and murmured, filling the burg had just been paid off, and was reck- night with idle talk of vengeance, and less with liquor. Some one threw a stone scores of the curious and excited joined at one of the jail windows, and a clatter of them, until from the long, shady yard of glass followed. Sheriff Rawlins' eyes hov- the jail they ran over and filled the public ered steadily over the spot from which square, half boastful, half afraid, violent the missile had come.
of speech and purpose, but not realizing “Well, boys, what is it?"
their own strength nor daring to use it. “We want that nigger?”
Inside, three men armed with authority “I can't give him to you. You know and a little more held them back with a that.”
barred door between. “A-a-a-a-a-a-h!" It was a rasping note “Harvey !” The Sheriff turned to Warof revilement. Some one thrust out a men- den Cale. "You better guard the back. acing fist.
They might sneak up behind and make "He killed Uncle Joe Babcock, an old trouble. “Billy”—to his deputy—“you go man that never done no harm to nobody! up and take a look out, and see what This ain't goin' to be no two-year-and-God- they're doing. If you want help, yell for bless-you sentence! We're goin' to see jus- it, and if you hear me shout, come quick.” tice done in this county for oncet.”
They went, leaving Sheriff Rawlins "You certainly are!" The Sheriff sent alone by the big door. He heard one of it back at him promptly, and few the prisoners in the upper tier call out to laughed. “I expect to hang that nigger Bergen for the news, the criminal and the myself in six weeks."
law being on easy social terms in Sinclair "Yes, the way you hung Hansee!" County. There were about a score of prisThe Sheriff's jaw looked stubborn. oners in the jail, and all of them awake
"I said I was going to hang him. If and restless, for even in jail news flies I don't, you can have a new Sheriff. In
In quickly. A negro had been rushed in at the meantime, the prisoner belongs to me, nightfall, and now the mutiled clamor of and I am bound to protect him. You a mob beat through the walls. The same might as well go home."
uneasiness possessed them all, the fear lest They answered him with jeers and men in their madness might fire the jail curses.
and sacrifice them to reach the negro. Two “We'll break the door down!” That of them started to argue it out noisily was the defiance of Farley, the yard fore- across their cells, and Sheriff Rawlins man, crowding close on the steps with a went down the corridor and looked them
over, and made a brief speech. After that in the corridor struck two, and at a sudden they quieted down and listened in sullen turinoil from the outside he ran up to a apprehension to the sounds outside. darkened window and peered out.
Bergen came down and reported in- Starry darkness was there, warm and creased activity on the part of the be- humid-hurrying, delirious crowds of siegers. He could not distinguish a great men, and over to the south, just beyond deal, but a crowd had set off in the direc- the tracks, a deepening, pulsating red tion of the tracks, and others seemed to glow. be dragging materials for a bonfire. Two Outside, the warm night had stirred its five gallon cans stood within the circle of own unrest in the blood of idle men. In a street light. That meant kerosene. the middle of the square the fagots were
“M’m." Sheriff Rawlins grunted a brief piled in readiness around an iron lampcomment. “So they think they're going to post, and the five-gallon cans of kerosene burn him right under our noses? Well, stood near, but still they delayed their atthey'll have to catch him first.”
tack on the jail door, remembering Sheriff The new deputy ventured a suggestion. Rawlins, just on the other side. A group The flame of battle was in him.
of them went around to the back of the “Suppose I sneak out and see what can jail to smoke him out, piled a little bonfire be done at close range? I can dodge over and struck a match, but the voice of Warand stir up the police department, or may- den Cale dropped down to them from be we can get out the militia."
above. Warden Cale had found his nerve. “No use.” The Sheriff decided. “Better not. I'm here with six shots and “The police department, Billy, is meant a good aim, and ammunition handy." for times of peace, and our militia is an They dodged like frightened shadows institution used chiefly for parades. They
They from the aim of the unseen weapon, and may be useful in some places, but not in the dropped match spluttered a moment in Sinclair County. We're too damned afraid the cool grass, and went into blackness. of alienating votes. You couldn't get the The men whom Bergen had seen startpolice out to-night with a corkscrew. When ing for the tracks were absent a long time.
а it's all over, they'll wake up and send the They sent back a messenger shouting exwhole force. I know 'em."
ultant news, at first unintelligible, but as A burst of angry yells beat in upon he ran, the red glow began to reflect its them. A new frenzy was sweeping the first faint tinge in the sky, and then leaped crowd. The Sheriff listened, his head into a flickering furnace. They had fired cocked toward the door.
the Kitchen. “If they keep on like that they'll be in The crowd howled. That was the noise here before morning. This isn't the that Sheriff Rawlins had heard. Like strongest jail in the United States. If they liberated waters they streamed off toward do -” he thought it over for a moment, the glow in the South, drained rapidly out and a gleam of inspiration flickered some- of the square and the jail yard, and left what grimly in his half closed eyes. It only trampled grass and piled fagots to seemed to please him. “If they do, Billy, show that they had been there. I think we can match 'em. See here.” The glow in the southern sky grew to a
Sheriff Rawlins gave the rest of his in- passionate flare, now pulsating hotly, now structions in a law-toned rumble, and the peering red-eyed through a haze of brown deputy nodded, growing more excited with smoke. The Kitchen was burning. Spark each sentence. He was visibly awed by the fountains leaped up from it and died in
. magnificence of the scheme.
the night. The gong of a fire engine "Don't let anybody see you,” the Sheriff sounded from upper Fallsburg, but just concluded. “Shut down the lid and put over the tracks the crowd met it, pressed it in front of Turford's cell. No, he can't around it with jeers and derisive laughter, reach it. I put irons on him.”
and defied the driver to run them down. Deputy Bergen was off on a run, and He parleyed with them faintly, and in the Sheriff sat down and waited patiently. the end left them masters, with the hot It was past midnight; the minutes crept glow still beating in. waves against the on to one o'clock, and beyond. The clock Southern sky. In his heart he was with