Adventure, July 1, 1928 — page 142: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

PROLOGUE T’ MAY be no particular consolation to a man who is down and out to reflect that he has no one to blame but himself, though it’s a sure thing he will blame the world. Charles Cartwright confined his abuse . to that particular part of the globe that lies between Suez and Yokohama, and thereafter accepted the occasion with the philosophy of a young man who takes things as they come. It was not the first time in his life that he had found himself out of a job, with his capital reduced to one dollar Mex, and no immediate prospects. 186 CLhe Seated on the Singapore waterfront, contemplating the lights of the ships at anchor in the roads and the tropic star- light mirrored on the black, oily water of the harbor north of Blakan Mati Island, he reviewed, with neither embitterment, intolerance nor any degree of satisfaction, his thirty-one years of adventurous, mis- spent life. During the ten years he had been in the East he had tried his hand at rubber planting, tin mining and brokering, and now he looked as if he were becoming a beachcomber. To attempt to find excuses for himself would amount to a kind of moral coward- ice—and Cartwright was not that sort. comilicloooks.com