Adventure Magazine Cover, April 1916 — page 87: what you’re looking at

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

Dory- Mates had come in the first boat. The disap- pointed ones grouped together like human’ candelabra, holding aloft the torches they had intended to use in burning the stockade. The fire had been smothered with sand. A shout went up as the searchlight picked up the second whaleboat, working along close to shore in the slack of the tide. the stern, Tamatau urged on the rowers. The queens, fearing wrath to come, sneaked away to their quarters. Then, from where Jimmy and Fuatina had disappeared, came the sobbing toots of the orchestrion, with bang and clash of it’s drum and triangle attachments. Jimmy had selected unerringly the proper record. “Come! COME! CO-O-Ome, oh, my He-e-ro, Come! COME! CO-OME!”’ sound- ed through the night. “JIMMY,” said his skipper, as they strolled along the waterfront at ““* Tahiti, two days later, ““Mrs. Boyle and myself will stay here at the hotel, while- Mr. Manners takes back the Margaret ' Ann for cargo. You'll go with him, of course. “TI want to get a present of some sort for In “DORY-MATES 85 the missis,” he continued. ‘“She’s still pretty badly upset and I want to make it up to her someway. What do you sug- gest?” The present was really an exchange for a promise given by the thoroughly subdued lady to leave the question of Women’s Rights in other hands. ‘“Lesable’s got some noo joolry,” said Jimmy. ‘“Nuffin like a bit hof bright stuff to please the lydies. Hill look haround. Hi want to pick hout somefing myself.” “Fuatina?”’ quizzed his skipper. ‘“That’s a good idea, Jimmy. She deserves it. She saved the situation. And I take back what I said about philanderin’. I’ll get her some- thing myself.” | ‘Hand Hi’ll make Mrs. Boyle a present,” said Jimmy. “Lesable’s got some fine cuckoo-clocks. Hill buy ’er one hof them.” ‘““A cuckoo-clock? What on earth for? She’s got plenty of clocks at home.” “Ho, just for a sooveneer,” said Jimmy. “Hit’ll remind ’er of kings. There was a cuckoo-clock in Hold Tomato’s storehouse. Hit’ll remind me, too, w’en Hi come hup to the ’ouse for dinner.” —_ by FREDERICK WILLIAM WALLACE Author of “Inthe Bank Fog,” “Winter Fishing,” etc. T’S a strange fact that two such diametrically opposed feelings as love and hate are often engen- dered by each other. The black- est and most diabolical crimes have been committed through love—love of a woman oftentimes—and, peculiar as it may seem, between the two passions there is but a slight barrier, and a human being can change from one to the other almost in- stantaneously. Without moralizing fur- ther, here is a tale of two strong men and a woman—a tale in which the two emotions led to strange happenings. Elsie Conover was the daughter of a small farmer who owned a place on the shores of CoMmicoooks CO