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 IIS:    A   PREFACE.
"In a country where every hamlet is a town, every town a
city, every creek a river7 every hill a mountain and every
man a liar.v
This little bon mot concerning Western Washington
made the rounds of the Eastern newspapers some time
ago, and created not a little merriment. But nowhere
did it cause more laughter than on the shores of Puget
Sound. There was a great deal more exaggeration than
truth in the statement, but the little touch of nature it
did contain was sunicent to cause it to be heartily appreciated by the good-natured inhabitants in the valley
of the American Mediterranean.
The Puget Sounder is peculiar. He is the most generous, liberal, free-minded, whole-souled product of
American amalgamation found any where in the United
States, and he is also a schemer. There seems to be
something in the aura of this country of crimson and
gold, silver-crowned mountains, crystaline waters and
tropical flora conducive to "little jobs." The farmer
schemes to sell his grain, the merchant schemes to dispose of his goods, the lawyer schemes to gain his clientage, the physician schemes to increase his practice and
the preacher schemes to enlarge his congregation.
Scheming has almost come to be regarded as a sort of
irregular business method of the country. While it is
by no means to be commended, yet it is not any more
reprehensible than many of the older and longer es- tablished practices of trade. The Eastern merchant
laboriously reaffirms that he is selling below cost, while
the Puget Sounder will lead you to believe that his
goods have been smuggled into the country, and that
you are purchasing a uery superior article at a greatly
reduced valuation.
In the person of Paul Hamilton I have endeavored
to portray a few of the leading general features of the
Puget Sound character. Hamiton, like the majority of the
inhabitants of the State, is not a product of the country,
but he is a fairly good representative of a class of persons that is naturally attracted to the newer and more
fertile fields of the West.   v
Posessing unusual capabilities of intellect, untrammelled by conventional scruples of conscience, extravagant, bold, adventurous, this class of fellows, without a
dollar in their pockets, flock to a new country, as soon
as it is fairly discovered, and boom it for all it is worth.
In a single decade these knights-errant of commerce do
the work that would ordinarily and naturally require
more than a century to consummate. And this was done
by scheming.
Less than ten years ago the State of Washington was
in an almost primeval condition of civilization, but in
so inarvelously a short time, it has eclipsed many o
the older commonwealths of the Eastern States. In the
velopment of natural resources, the facilities for commercial intercourse, the progress of education, social
amenities and general enlightenment, the inhabitants of
Puget Sound present a higher average than any othet
country or locality in the world. But still there is
room for improvement.
The courts of justice of the Pacific [Northwest are
notoriously corrupt, but I am glad to record the fact
that a powerful reaction has already set in, and I am #
sanguine that in the course of a few years that it will
no longer be necessary for a litigant to make appropriations of money for the purpose of bribing the jurors.
The operations of the smugglers, however, are unchanged. For so long a time has this great monopoly
of law breakers enjoyed the protection of the federal
authorities, that it has become a menace to the legislative power of the Union and a reproach to the civilization of the West. That there has been collusion between the officers of the customs service and this infamous trust is a fact that has been recently established,
and that these same relations still exist is a matter of
considerable more than conjecture. The smuggling
Ring has obtained so strong a hold of the Pacific coast
states, that nothing save the most radical amendments
of the laws restricting the emigration of Chinese coolies
into the country and a heavy reduction of the import
duties on manufactured opium will ever loosen the
strands of this disgraceful bond.
During a residence of five years in Washington, I was
employed as the private secretary of one of the leading
federal officials of the State. My facilities for making
a study of the commercial, political and official character of the State, considered as a whole, were exceptionally good. Should anyone care to find fault with any of the
statements contained in this production, I do not think
I would have any difficulty in bringing a large array of
real facts and personages in support of the imaginary
ones.
The "Smugglers" was written in the hope that the
story would have a good moral effect upon the people of
Puget Sound, I trust my efforts will not have been
wasted.
THE AUTHOR. THE SMUGGLERS.
BY EDITH NEVILLE.
CHAPTER L
"In some respects he is a daisy."
So answered Mr. Alfred Wilton, attorney at law, to
his partner, Mr. Fred Hallam, in response to the latter
person's inquiry concerning a visitor who had at that
moment left the office.
"How's that?" pursued Hallam, with lazy laconism.
"Hamilton is a strange case," Wilton replied. "He
is one of the best read fellows I ever knew, well educated, brainy, refined, and all that, but there is some*
thing lacking in his make-up."
"Unbalanced, perhaps," suggested the listener.
"No, not exactly that." returned the other in a con- 8 THE  SMUGGLERS.
templative sort of way, "his judgment is fairly good in
most things. He is one of those kind of fellows who
can push another man to the front, but who can't get
there himself. Why, he has actually made a half
dozen congressmen, governors, supreme judges and
other high public officials, some of 'em out of very humble material, too, but so far, he has failed to make anything substantial or permanent out of himself. Intellectually, he is one of the strongest men. I know, but
wholly deficient in character. If the fellow had a more
equal distribution of those two qualities, I believe he
could consistently aspire to any political office that he
, might be ambitious to fill. A lack of moral integrity is,
perhaps, his greatest weakness, and the primary cause
Of his making a failure of life."
"In other words," interrupted the senior, "he is so
constituted that he would rather gain his ends by dishonest means than by honorable methods, even though
it were to his advantage to take the straight-forward
course."
"No, I wouldn't say that," Wilton replied. "He is
by no means depraved. At least I believe him, entitled
to the credit of a good rogue's sense of honor. I never
knew him to betray a confidence or to be guilty of any THE  SMUGGLERS. 9
other act of treachery, and should he give his word, you
can come pretty nearly depending upon his keeping it.
He is of a sympathetic nature, inclined to be generous,
likes to do a person a favor and will divide his last cent
with a friend. His habits are about as good as those
of the average unmarried man of thirty years of age.
He is a moderate drinker, smokes only the best cigars,
never gambles, but I guess' women are his greatest
weakness. Ever since I have known him, he has always: had some unfortunate woman dragging around
with him, and he has a mean little habit of occasionally breaking the angel's wings."
"Umph-huh!" ejaculated Hallam, a sardonic grin overspreading his face, "How else || your curiosity distinguished? What's his business, profession? Has he any
other excuse for living aside from the practice of high
class philanthrophy?"
"Oh, he's a kind of a schemer," replied Wilton, reflectively, "newspaper man principally, something of a lawyer, politician, does lobby work, a sort of a 'third house'
character." -/
"Where did you run across him?" Hallam asked, "and
what is the source of your affection for the gentleman?"
he  continued quizzically alluding to a loan of two hun- 10 THE  SMUGGLERS.
dred dollars which the interesting stranger had procured
from Wilton and which he had carried away with him.
"I first met him back in Illinois, six or eight years
ago," Wilton replied. "I had just got my sheepskin and
was about as raw a product of the Blackstonian mill as
was ever ground out. Hamilton was running a newspaper in Aurora at that time, and more for the oddity
of the thing than for any reasonable motive, he 'picked
me up and boomed me for the legislature. He wrote
all my speeches and made the canvass with me, and,
notwithstanding we had big Republican odds to contend with, I was elected by a very good majority."
•   "How did you manage it?"
"D—d if I hardly know. I never thoroughly understood any part of the process. Made some kind of play
for the Greenback vote, I believe, and got it. There's
one thing that I afterwards found out, I was solemnly
pledged to revolutionize our financial system and force
governmental adoption of the fiat money scheme. History will support the statement that I failed to do this,
and consequently couldn't be re-elected.
"I went through two sessions of the State legislature
without making either a speech or a motion, and without even an intelligent comprehension of what was going THE  SMUGGLERS.
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on about me. I just had sense enough to keep my mouth
$hut and vote with my party, except, of course, when
Hamilton would instruct otherwise."
"He worked you, then?"
"Oh, yes. he had some bill to lobby through for the
Bloomington Central railroad and, of course, I felt in duty
bound to be complacent. I helped him through with
his little steal, and done pretty much as he directed.
My docility combined with the circumstances attending
my election gained me the sobriquet of Hamilton's
Freak' among my colleagues in the House. The opposition newspapers seldom mentioned me without some
facetious reference to my pseudonym until it became positively unbearable, and my sole object in leaving Illinois
and coming West was to get rid of that miserable
name."
"But it seems that Hamilton does not-intend that you
shall entirely rid yourself of him" said Hallam in an
insinuating tone of voice.
" That's all right," returned the other with some resentment, "I never lost anything through Hamilton and
you bet I never will. Of course, my legislative experience did not do me any good financially, nor was it
of any great assistance to me in the way of building up 21 THE   SMUGGLERS.
a reputation for myself, but it gave me an insight into
men and things that has proved simply invaluable to
me.   It really advanced me at least ten years in worldly \
experience and I consider myself very much indebted to
my wandering friend as you chose to call him.
"Besides, Hamilton did not come here especially to
look me up," Wilton continued, "he got 'broke' back
East and simply came out to the Sound country to better
his condition."
"Think you will ever get your two hundred back?"
- "Yes, I do; but I don't care whether I do or riot, I
am mighty glad Hamilton is here, and I tell you, we
will find him pretty handy in the next fall elections,
and especially so if you succeed in capturing the democratic nomination for Superior judge." THE SMUGGLERS.
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CHAPTER II.
In the meantime the subj ect of the conversation between the two lawyers was traversing the main street of
the town, to which fate had brought him less than three
hours previous, with rapid steps. He had left his home
in the East without much preparation, but with the intention of going just as far west as the limits of Uncle
Sam's domain would permit him to. His sole object in
making the long journey was to leave a place where
his surroundings and associations had become extreme-
distasteful to him, and his choice of a westward course
had its foundation in a desire to get just as far away
from the scenes of his discontentment as was possible to
do so. The Union Pacific railroad and steamship
line of transportation had brought him to the little city
of Kuhnville, a port of entry on the strait of Juan de
Fuca. Upon leaving home Hamilton had provided himself with funds, doubly sufficient, as he supposed, for the 14 THE SMUGGLERS'.
necessary traveling expenses of himself and companion^
but he afterwards found that he had reckoned without
his host. The Union Pacific railroad is, perhaps, the
only transportation line extending to the far west which
has neglected to do away with that system of insolent
brigandage which seemed an almost indispensable adjunct to railroad traffic twenty years ago. Competition*
has long since taught the greater portion of railway
managers that civility and fair dealing is fully as
necessary to the success of a transportation business as
to any other enterprise, but the Union Pacific has nrm-
ly closed its eyes to this important commercial truth and
still maintains a horde of galloots who, under the guise
of employes of that corporation, practice without molestation many of the various arts and tricks common
to confidence operators, seldom failing to rob, in some
manner and to some extent, nearly every individual unfortunate enough to fall into their hands. So after our
traveller had been "held-up" by the conductors, swindled by the baggage masters, blackmailed by the porters,
forced to pay tribute to the brakemen he reached his
destination with very little money remaining. It was
not his privilege to enjoy that remaining little any
great length  of time.      By  some means the fact that
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he had actually succeeded in escaping from the Union
Pacific people with a few dollars, became known to
the wharfinger of the Union Wharf Co., a miscreant by
the name of Peapody, justly celebrated as the most
shameless transportation thief on Puget Sound, who im-
diately proceeded, according to long established practice, to fleece him out of every penny he had. Unfortunately the private baggage of our traveller, which had
been checked at the outset of his journey, had to pass
into the hands of the wharfinger and, though it remained
in his possession only about half an hour, its owner learned, upon demanding his trunks, that he would be compelled, not only to deliver up all the money he had,
but to pawn his watch and articles of jewelry in order
to regain his property. This he did under strong protest, using some very vigorous language in denouncing
the swindle, even threatening to employ police assistance to prevent being made the victim of such a highhanded species of robbery, but the complacent wharf-
master was evidently too well accustomed to such
scenes to be troubled by them. He simply laughed at
Hamilton's tirade of abuse, bade him seek any redress
that he considered expedient, good-naturedly observing
that in course of time, if he remained in  Kuhnville 16 THE  SMUGGLERS.
Very long, he Would learn that the business principles prevailing in that city were far different froni
those of any other place in the world.
In looking oVer a copy of the Kuhnville directory;
Hamilton chanced to find a familiar name among the
six thousand inhabitants of that city. It was that of
Mr. Alfred Wilton, who was catalogued as an attorney
at law, occupying rooms in the Hastings building, in
the best business portion of the town.
These facts certainly invested Mr. Wilton with the
appearance of prosperity, and Hamilton resolved to
look-up his whilom friend, and if possible borrow money
from him sufficient to relieve his present necessities and
aid him to develop some plan for gaining a livelihood.
Paul Hamilton was a fine looking fellow, tall, well
formed, dressed with scrupulous taste and exactness of
fashion and possessing a remarkably handsome face*
He had more of the appearance of a student, thoughtful and gentle, rather than what he Was, a man of the
world, quick to see an opportunity and not over scrupulous as to the methods he employed in taking advantage of it.
Though a well matured man, his daily life was full of
contradictions.   He was naturally of generous impulses^ THE  SMUGGLERS. 17-
and had he been reared under the influences of a goo d
home training, he would unquestionably have developed into a most model citizen of this great Republic,
but the circumstances of his early life were such, that in
the bitter struggle for existence, he had fallen into a
habit of using foul means to accomplish his ends when
fair means failed to serve his purposes. He lived by
his wits, and, like all other persons of that kind, .he
was guided by no social or moral principles. In business competition he not unfrequently made near approaches to the boundaries of absolute crime, and occas^
ionally stepped over the line, when he felt certain
he could do so without detection. Periodically
he had what he termed his "repentant spells,"
and at such times his better nature would exert itself,
and he would resolve to reform his ways of life and cultivate character. These experiments usually lasted
from ten days to six weeks, their duration being largely
dependent upon the character of the temptations which
beset the quandom moralist, but there was very little
permanent good resulting from them; a hard swim
against the current, a moment's relaxation, and then a
drifting with the tide in the same old way.
This infirmitv  of immnao  ^** |? * KBI    "1-' r
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failure to make a success of life, the cause of his inability to make for himself a permanent place in the business and social world. Had he systematically followed
a life of scheming, he could have, in ten years time, be*
come wealthy; or, on the other hand, had he worked in
the lines of earnest, honest endeavor, he would, not only
have gained riches, but fame and high social standing
would be his reward for a very few years of effort. Honesty is the best policy but effort of any kind will tell.
A walk of ten minutes brought Hamilton to the business limits of Water street and to the Adams House, a
very uninviting looking hostelry, at which place he had
engaged temporary entertainment.
Upon entering the rookery he was joined by a young
man who stood idling near apparently waiting for him.
"Well, Paul," said this individual, "how did you
make it?"
"All right, Billy," Hamilton responded cheerily; and
he then proceeded to give his companion a detailed
account of his visit to the lawyer and the success of his
mission.
Billy was Paul's half brother, and as Wilton explained, the only human being for whom Hamilton had ever
shown any real, earnest feeling of affection.
ew » THE  SMUGGLERS. 19
Paul's mother died when her only child was ten years
of age, and his father, as it ofttimes happens, and for
reasons best known to himself, married the round-
faced, red-cheeked servant girl within a year. Billy
was the result of this union almost miracuously soon
after it had taken place; but before he had had fairly time
to become well acquainted with his sire, that recalcitrant individual had sold out his' business and gone the
Lord knows where, leaving his interesting little family
penniless. Paul was turned into the street to earn his
living as best he could; Billy was consigned to the first
convenient orphan asylum, and the servant-girl wife
went "on the town"—a not unusual sequel to romances
'of that nature.
Before the breaking-up of the family had taken place,
however, Paul had formed a genuine attachment for his
baby brother, and, in all of his after life, no matter to
what extent his nature became hardened and wharp-
ed by too close contact with a selfish, unkind world, his
love for Billy remained unchanged and undiminished. It
was about the only reliable and redeeming possession
of a pretty world-worn nature.
When Paul had arrived at the age of fifteen years, he
was in possession of a fairly good income from a news- f
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stand business, which by his own industry, he had grack.
ually built up from a very small beginning. At this>
period in his career he had himself appointed Billy's,
guardian and removed the little fellow from the orphanage to a home of his own providing.
For five years thereafter he had managed to support
himself and brother very well. Being naturally of
a studious disposition he gradually, by attending night
school and with close application to his books, acquired
a good knowledge of the educational rudiments. Then
he became ambitious. The news-stand business was
soon abandoned, being too humble an occupation for his
developing aspirations, and the young man managed to
attach himself to one of the daily newspapers in the
capacity of a reporter. From this first step into journa^
ism 'he, in good time, drifted into the proprietorship of
several successive newspapers which he published with
varied success. At the age of twenty-four he decided to
give up newspaper work and adopt the legal profession
as his life's work, With this object in view he sold his
newspaper and entered college, where he remained until he graduated-
But college life was not altogether for good in Ham-
ilton's case.    He had an unusually generous heritage of THE  SMUGGLERS. 21
liiorai obliquity, and all the evil tendencies of his nature
would crop out and seemed to strive to keep pace with
the expanding forces of his intellect. Though he had no
trouble in obtaining admission to the bar, yet he so completely lost interest in his legal studies that he could not
endure the idea of engaging in the practice of his pro -
fession. Necessity compelled him to return to newspaper work, but he had lost all liking for journalism In
fact he rapidly became indifferent to most every thing,
including his own welfare.
Billy had very few educational advantages, but he
succeeded in acquiring a good trade, that of a mechanical engineer. His mental endowments were not of a
very high order but physically and morally he possessed
H wonderful fund of health and vigor.
Billy returned Paul's affection with compound interest. He followed him about like a faithful dog, ever on
the alert to serve him in every possible way, and should
occasion demand he would have been perfectly willing
\o sacrifice life itself in his brother's behalf 22 THE  SMUGGLERS.
CHAPTER III.
The brothers spent the next three days following their
advent into Kuhnville, looking over the town, searching for some employmeut or business in which they
could earn their respective livings. Billy visited the
several small manufactories as well as the shipping and
steamboat offices in an effort to find work at his trade.
Paul, whose sphere of usefullness had never contemplated
employment under the direction of any person other
than himself, wandered about aimlessly trying to think
out some scheme that would prove a source of much
needed revenue. Neither, however, met with success.
There was absolutely no demand for engineers, in fact,
no demand for any kind of labor, and Paul was also
greatly discouraged by the outlook presented to his
view. The place was already full of stranded buncoe
men and victims were very scarce. All of the available
raw material for any kind of confidence operation had
long since been "worked" many times over, or been
frightened out of the city by the multitudinous snares
set for its unwary feet. THE  SMUGGLERS.
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The young men finally decided to abandon the town,
retrace their steps to Seattle and there renew their
efforts to establish a home in the far West.
This plan they would have put into execution as
soon as praetical but for an event, in itself extremely
ridiculous, which made an entire change in their program, and which included their making Kuhnville their
place of residence for many months.
Paul had wandered about the streets of the village
until he was tired out and thoroughly disgusted, when
the determination reached him to leave the city on the
midnight boat
'/Well, Landlord, I believe I will settle and leave
you" he said to the gruff and grim old proprietor of the
Adams House.
David Poor, the person addressed, was something of
a character in his own peculiar way.
"Humph," he assented; "goin' to quit the town air
ye?"
"Yes", Hamilton replied. "I can see no use of my
staying here; nice looking place, pretty scenery, some
fine buildings, but no business. I don't believe you
have the right kind of people here."
"H—d poor kind of people," the old man grunted." 24 THE SMUGGLERS.
"What is the predominating element?" Paul asked7
intending to inquire as to the character of the Kuhn-
ville denizens in^ respect to the more eastern states, sections, or localities from which they sprung.
"Sailors, siwashes and sons-of-bitches," the old man
replied with characteristic brevity.
"What is the population of the city?" was the next
query.
"Oh, 'bout thirty-five hundred."
"How do all these people manage to live? Aside
from the public offices, there seems to be very few
sources of revenue."
"Fishin' and smuggling" was-the sententious reply.
"Smuggling;" the word aroused feelings of renewed interest in Kuhnville within Hamilton's breast; suggesting to his mind an entirely new field of enterprise, and
according to all newspaper and book accounts, a not unprofitable industry. Smuggling was a crime to be sure,
but one involving no moral turpitude, and even detection brought very little disgrace so long as the criminal
escaped the penalties provided by law.
"Is there any money in smuggling?" Hamilton continued.
"Don't know much about it lately," the old man re- THE SMUGGLERS. 25
plied; and suddenly growing as garrulous as he had heretofore been reticent, continued. "A few years ago a
man could make a living at it. I have a couple of nephews who made their start in the business, but last fall
one of them was elected to the legislature, and not long
ago the other got a custom house appointment, and they
both quit it. Since then I stopped keeping cases on the
game."    ;'mm
Paul settled his bill and walked down to the N, P.
wharf where he met his brother.
"Billy" he said, "I believe I have caught on to something that is worth looking into. At least, we won't
leave this place for a while any way, but we mustn't
be seen together after tonight. I have left the Adams
House, and am going to look up some place to board on
the hill. Here is some money," he continued, handing
him a roll of bills, "I want you to go back to the Adams
House and stay there. Don't even let anyone know that
we are in any way related. If there are inquiries say
that you do not know me very well—that I am only a
chance acquaintance. Some time I'll tell you all about
it, but not now. I will write to you every day or so and
occasionally we can arrange a meeting, but for the present it must be good-bye.    By the way," he added, turn- 26 THE SMUGGLERS.
ing back "I wish you would change your name for awhile.
Take that of your mother, Wilson."
Billy was too well acquainted with Paul's irregular
habits to feel any surprise at this turn of affairs, and being of a happy, trustful disposition did not feel sufficient
curiosity to trouble himself to make any inquiries. He
knew that Paul would most likely succeed in whatever
enterprise he undertook, and he felt perfectly willing to
let his elder brother take the'entire direction of affairs,
being well satisfied to obey all orders given him.
By consulting a copy of the Evening Call, Hamilton
learned that Mrs. Jane Huntington would be pleased to
accommodate one or two gentlemen with private board
and lodging. "None but gentlemen need apply." The
name "Huntington" had a very aristocratic sound, and
the advertisement soliciting the patronage of gentlemen
only seemed to indicate that women and persons who were
otherwise objectionable were not privileged to participate in the comforts of Mrs. Huntington's home. The
young man was somewhat of an epicure in his tastes, but
not what is usually termed of a social disposition. He
loved elegance, but because of his early life, in which he
was practically alone for so many years, he cared nothing for the companionship of his fellow men, and in the THE SMUGGLERS.
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whole of his existence he had never come in social contact
with a single well-bred woman.
Mrs. Huntington's advertisement seemed to promise
every thing in accord with the peculiarities of his nature,
and he soon presented himself as an applicant for admission to that admirable  retreat.
CHAPTER IV.
Mrs. Jane Huntington received Mr. Hamilton cordial*
ly, and after conducting him into her elegantly furnished sitting room, proceeded to carefully consider his application for admission to her family circle.
She had never yet, she explained taken a gentleman
without some acquaintance, either personally or by
reputation, or upon his ability to present the very best
of credentials, "but," the lady concluded, "I flatter myself
that I am something of a judge of human nature, and I 28 THE  SMUGGLERS.
shall be very glad to Jiave you come to usf and I will not
require you to furnish references, as you being a stranger
in the city it might take considerable time and trouble
to obtain them." Mrs. Huntington was an excellent
woman—genial, generous, kindhearted, and possessed of
fairly good practical sense. Her greatest weakness
was her belief in herself as a "judge of human nature,"
which term is commonly applied to persons who profess
to have an unusual knowledge of human character, especially the weaknessess thereof. Her motto was to
trust nobody, but she usually wound up by trusting
everybody who solicited her confidence. She made a
pretense of being a pronounced pessimist, yet a babe in
its mother's arms could not have been of a more trusting
disposition. j •
Three years previous to the opening of our story, during the height of the boom, and before she was so well
versed in human nature, Mrs. Huntington had come from „
the East to Kuhnville, a widow with one child, her
household effects and about eight thousand dollars in
money. By some means the fact of her possessing so
large an amount of wealth became known and the modest little widow suddenly found herself highly popular^
Callers at her home were constant and almost innumerable, she was invited everywhere and her many friends THE SMUGGLERS.
actually seemed to contend with one another for
the favor of her companionship. One little thing she
noticed, however, it invariably happened that at all
entertainments, private or public, whenever she was engaged in conversation with any one of her newly-made
acquaintances, especially among the gentlemen, despite
her efforts to prevent it, the talk would inadvertently
drift around into money matters, and by this means she
became the recipient of a great deal of good advice as to
the best investments for her little fortune.
Finally she got caught. Messrs. Prune and Shone-
hausen, dealers in real estate, sold her their last platted
addition to Kuhnville, upon which, they assured her,
olocks of brick buildings would certainly spring within
the next ninety days. She handed over to them all of her
money, but when she attempted to pay her first visit to
her purchase she found that very desirable property located about four miles out at sea, and some two hundred
fathoms beneath the surface of the mighty Pacific.
After this little episode she was dropped by society,
and she took to keeping boarders for a living, and to
studying "human nature" for recreation. In this latter
pursuit she was greatly assisted by her dearest friend,
Mrs. Arabella Smith, who was also a good "judge *of I
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human nature." Poor Mrs. Smith had obtained a divorce from her husband for the scriptural cause, and
the short-comings of her discarded lord had caused her
to lose all faith in the chastity of womankind. The
crimes of adultery and sexual promiscuity were the
only phases of "human nature" the unfortunate lady
knew anything about, but she had made an exhaustive
study of those specialties and was always generously
disposed to give her friends and acquaintances the, full
benefits of her researches.
Mrs. Huntington was very favorably impressed with
Mr. Hamilton, and had no hesitancy in saying so, even
to him. So also was her daughter Ida, but the young
lady was not so ingenuous as her mother, and discreetly
refrained from expressing any opinion whatsoever concerning the young man.
Ida Huntington was a beautiful girl, of the golden-
haired type, with her mother's sunny disposition. She
was by no means an intellectual person and laid no
claim to a "knowledge of human nature," but she was
only eighteen years old and had never experiencad any
very serious disappointment in life.
jj She had greatly enjoyed the social distinction conferred
upon herself and mother by the Kuhnville elite  during
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the era of their prosperity, and was much chagrined at
its abrupt termination. She had never fully understood
what had brought about the sudden social downfall of
her family, and had never ceased to regret it, Ida knew
that money matters in some way interferred with the interchange of the social civilities of their old friends, but
could not quite comprehend why many of the young men
and women, who once seemed so fond of her, should have
dropped her from their list of speaking acquaintances
within a week after her mother's financial misfortunes
became known. Even Mr. Dago, the local Ward McAllister, had long since forgotten her name and no longer
troubled himself to raise his hat upon meeting her. I
the first few golden days following their advent into
Kuhnville, this enterprising young jeweler had manifested such an unusual interest in the young lady as to
create a little "talk." He even went so far as to say a few
soft things to her when he chanced to find her alone,
and would pose in the conventional attitude of a stage
lover whenever an opportunity presented itself. But she
was too young to readily interpret the meaning of his antics, and supposed that his love maunderings resulted
from a feeble mind-1 Her mother however, had noticed the young man's amatory manifestations and under I
32 THE  SMUGGLERS.
stood his motives. She did not know to what extent her
daughter's fancy had been engaged, but she believed the
young lady was far more seriously impressed than was
either prudent or sensible. When their social reign came
to an end, and with it the sudden cessation of the young
man's attentions, she felt called upon to console the
girl with a few words of sympathy and commiseration. She did so by proceeding to explain to Ida that not
only silly Mr. Dago, but all men were bad and unworthy
a thought, much less a tear,
Mrs. Arabella Smith was an enthusiastic second to
this expression of condemnation of mankind, and even
offered an amendment to the declaration by including the
female sex in the same indictment. She advised Ida to
stay closely at home, to drop her old acquaintances, and
to make no new ones; that she didn't believe there were
more than half a dozen virtuous, chaste women in the
town. She had come to this conclusion through the
confessions of her divorced husband, who boasted of
criminal relations with nearly every young woman in the
town, married and single. She said it was her misfortune to seldom enter the home of any of her neighbors
without detecting the lady of the house in a compromising position. *f||$N THE  SMUGGLERS.
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The wickedness of the world had a very wearing effect
upon this interesting widow, but she delighted to talk
about it, and did so volubly.
Mrs. Huntington had two other boarders besides the
latest accession the principle character of this story, Mr.
Robert Churchill, prosecuting officer for the county of
Kuhnville, and ex-Judge Rowland, two young attorneys
at law composing the firm of Rowland and Churchill.
They were bright, ambitious, studious fellows, and proved very agreeable companions to Hamilton. CHAPTER VI.
The morning following his installation as a member of
Mrs. Huntington's boarding house, Hamilton dropped in
upon his friend Wilton  at the latter's office.
"Wilton, what do you know about smuggling?" he
abruptly inquired after the preliminary greetings had
been exchanged.
"Smuggling," Wilton reiterated, with a quick, curious
glance at the other's face, "I really haven't any positive
information concerning it, never having been engaged in
the business, but I can give you some general ideas of
the enterprise. Most of the smuggling here On the
Sound consists of illegally transporting prepared opium
and Chinese coolies from British Columbia ports into the
United States. It is very extensively carried on and is
the sole industry of a large number of our citizens—"
"What I mean to ask,"interrupted the other, "is there
any money in it?"
"Yes," Wilton replied, "at present, I think it is quite
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and before the present collector of customs had been appointed, the competition in smuggling was so great that
a person with less than ten thousand dollars capital
could barely realize living wages. Opium which eosts
seven dollars and a half a pound in Victoria could be
bought for eight dollars a pound in any of the Puget
Sound cities on the American side, and Chinese
coolies were being ferried over at ten dollars each, but
there has been a large number of seizures since Collector Sandeel has been in office, and opium has gone up to
about fourteen dollars a pound, and forty-five dollars is
readily paid for bringing a Chines^ laborer into this coun-
try,"
"What kind of vessels are usually employed in smuggling?" Paul asked.
"All kinds," responded the other. "All kinds and all
sizes from a five-ton sloop to an ocean steamer. In fact
there are a great many Sound boats and ships which are
in some way, or to some extent, connected with the business."
"What are the penalties attached to conviction of the
crime of smuggling?"
"It depends pretty much who you are, and the class of
smugglers to which you belong.    If you are  doing busi- 36 THE  SMUGGLERS.
ness on your own hook, and in a small way, you would be
pretty apt, if caught, to serve a two years sentence -in
the United States penitentiary at McNeills Island, De-
sides having your opium and vessel confiscated, but if
you were acting in conjunction with the Puget Sound
Smuggling ring, and doing a wholesale business, you
would, most likely never be detected, but even if such a
misfortune should overtake you, you could rest assured
nothing would be done."
"How is that?" Hamilton inquired.
"Of course I don't really know," Wilton returned, "but
the supposition is that the Puget Sound Smuggling ring
is such a gigantic affair, and so far reaching in its influences as to defy the federal authorities. It is well known
that for years these smugglers have carried on their business almost openly, and no effort is made to capture
them or put an end to the traffic. There is scarcely a
steamboat company on the Sound but what is glad to
handle their opium, or bring over Chinese, knowing that
the protection of this monopoly is fully as great as that of
the United States government itself.
"Occasionally some new customs inspector will foolishly
interfere with the ring's manipulations, and it has happened, a half dozen times or m^ore, that a large amount
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of opium, or a fewv hundred Chinese have been seized,
"and sometimes a steamer is libeled through1 such awkard-
ness, but a trial" of such cases in the United States courts
seldom results in the conviction of the person or person
implicated in the crime, nor is the company's opium
or vessels ever confiscated.
"At the lowest estimate there are fully four hundred
Chinese coolies, illegally imported into the United States
through the Puget Sound customs district monthly. * Why
it's a well known fact that the China steamer Mandarin
brings in a cargo of Chinese coolies, numbering all the
way from seventy-five to three hundred, on every trip she
makes between the Orient and this country. Of
course the customs officials board her and make a
pretense of examining the cargo, usually receiving about
sixty per cent, of the Chinese on the score of their being other than laborers or bona fide residents of this
country, and order the balance deported. But it is also
a notorious fact that the steamer Mandarin never leaves
the United States with a single one of the deported
Chinese. She lands them at the different stations on
Puget Sounds coast, and even little Kuhnville has the
misfortune of coming in for a large share of the consignments." 38 THE SMUGGLERS.
"These fellows must have their system of operations
pretty well perfected, so that a change of customs administration will not, at least temporarily, interfere with
their business," observed Hamilton.
"Yes;" assented the lawyer. "It must be an admirable
arrangement, and it looks very much as if the ring selected the man whenever a new collector is to be appointed. At any rate, t'is known that one steamship
company of the Pacific Coast which has, time and time
again, been detected in smuggling, though never convicted, has been the means of causing the removal of
three collectors of customs in the past ten or twelve
years. If by some chance, a man should be appointed
who proves obstreperous or inclined to meddle, he loses
his head in very short order."
"How about Collector Sandeel?" the visitor asked. "I
understand he is religiously inclined. Do you believe
there is any collusion between him and this ring of smugglers?" S^§?
"Well that is the general supposition, and I believe it
to be the correct one. Sandeel and his predecessor,
Watkins, were business partners before the change of administration took place. Watkins became notorious as
a smuggler during his brief term of office, and barely es- THE SMUGGLERS. $$
caped indictment and arrest. So far as Sandeel's religious pretences are concerned that is simply his little way
*of deceiving the public regarding his .character. Relig- !
ious hypocrisy is-a despicably mean species of fraud,and
it is only a very poor specimen of a man who will practice  it."
"But,"expostulated Hamilton, "I see there are seizures
of opium and contraband Chinese every few days.    How ;
do you account for that?"
"Oh that's only the small fellows, men who operate
'independent of the ring. They make a great deal of
trouble by cutting down prices. Yes, Sandeel has done
considerable towards suppressing small smugglers, or
pocket smuggling, as it is known out here, but one of
the understood duties of the customs officers is to protect
the smuggling ring in its monopoly, 5ut why do you
ask so many questions concerning our chief industry?"
the lawyer asked. "Do you contemplate engaging in the
business?"
"Yes," Paul confessed. "I have been thinking something of it. How much cash capital do you imagine it
will take to give me a fair start?"
"Knowing so little of the business it would be difficult
for me to say with any degree of accuracy" the lawyer 40 THE  SMUGGLERS.
returned, "but it will depend somewhat upon the kind
of smuggling you think of attempting. You will need a i
boat of some kind for either opium or coolies, and that
will cost you from three hundred to one thousand dollars. If you try the opium business you will have to
have enough to buy yonr first consignment, say fifty
pounds, and that will require an investment of three
hundred and twenty-five dollars at least. I suppose it
will take no less than a,bout eight hundred dollars to fit
you out for the business."
"Can you lend me that amount of money?" the visitor
nonchantly inquired.
"Umph, I don't know about that," replied Wilton, not
a little put out by the modest request. "I'm not so sanguine that that would be a profitable investment for me,
and I'll, tell youj Hamilton, it would be just a little repugnant to my finer sensibilities to be particeps criminis
in any such business. I am .too far along in life to fancy
learning the shoemaker's trade, especially under the government instructors over at McNeills Island, and I believe if you will think it over, you'll feel the same way
about it. You had better give up your smuggling plan,
but come in tomorrow, and we'll talk further'on the subject. I have a Easiness appointment for this hour that
will oblige me to leave you."
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41
"All right," Hamilton agreed, "I'll see you tomorrow,
but my head is set on the smuggling scheme, and I'll not
be satisfied till I've given it a trial.'"
CHAPTER VII.
The following day, according to agreement, Hamilton
presented himself at Wilton's office. Wilton, at the time
of his entrance, was busy with a client and could not see
him for a period of half an hour or more, but Hamilton
made himself comfortable in the office easy chair, his
feet resting upon the lawyer's handsomely covered desk
and while waiting perused th£ daily Morning Light.
The paper was soon finished, and its digest did not seem
to. create a very favorable impression in the reader's
mind, as he tossed the limp sheet impatiently aside,"
first, however, clipping an inch nonpariel advertisement
from the "want" column, which he slipped int6 his vest
pocket. • I
42'      ' THE  SMUGGLERS.
"Well," said Wilton, who had just bade his client goocf
day, "what do you think of that shoemaking scheme by
this time? Any new suggestions in the way of the leather
business?"
"Nothing specially new," Paul rejoined, "except that
I am moue determined to try the scheme,, that isr if you
will lend me the money—which of course you will do.'r
"Now, see here, Hamilton," said the lawyer turning
sharply upon his guest, "I have only about four hundred
dollars on hand, but I will lend that to you if you insist
upon ity but mind you, if you go into that miserable business you do so contrary to my advice and wishes. Why
don't you try something else first, something less risky?"
"The risk involved in the business," Paul responded.,
"is its principal attraction to me. I feel in an adventurous moodf besides I must and will have money.
"In the past few years I have grown out of the habit
of being 'broke,' and I cannot submit to that condition
.gracefully, But what other business, can you recommend for me in -this country?"
"Why,nf I were you I would get hold of a printing
plant and start a newspaper; I believe you could make
a siiccess of a paper out here."
'4This town  seems to be pretty well supplied with
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newspapers now," Hamilton observed, "two dailies and
two weeklies and less than four thousand population."^
"But, start another one and kill 'em off," the lawyer
urged. "Do that and become a public benefactor. #Now
just look at that thing," he continued, taking up the Mom*
ing Light. "It's a disgrace to the journalistic profession; nothing in it except a few columns of reprint, some
plate matter and the remainder home-produced blackguardism and personal abuse, yet it is supposed to be on
a paying basis. It has quite a large "list of subscribers,
and its advertising patronage is fairly good. But it
would certainly receive fully double its present support
if the public had any confidence in its publishers. If
some good newspaper man would launch a reputable,
live paper in this town, he could gain the entire newspaper field in a very short time."
"Who are the publishers?" Hamilton inquired, "and
what seems to be the objections to them? anything more
than the common complaints urged against newspaper
men as a rule?"' ^v#e
"Yes;, they are blackmailing artists of the most
pronounced type, besides being men of criminal records.
The managing editor is now under bonds awaiting trial
for forgery, the  editor-in-chief served a sentence in the f
44 THE SMUGGLERS".
Ohio penitentiary for theft, and the city editor is respected in Southern California as an unusually expert
confidence operator of the cheap jewelry species."
"Truly.an exceptionally strong combination $f talent,""
remarked the listener;, "but I really can't see my way
clear to entering into competition with these gentlemen,,
or ever again engaging in the newspaper business* I'm
going to try smuggling,, and—"
"Perhaps shoemaking later on," said the lawyer finishing the sentence for him.
"That may be/' Paul quickly returned, "but life in a
penitentiary could not prove more irksome to me than
my newspaper existence has been, and a government
shoemaker is certainly as well respected an individual
as the average moulder of public opinion,' Now the
sooner you draw me that four-hundred dollar cheek,
the quicker you will be relieved of my presence."
"Here you are," said the lawyer, handing him a checkT
"but remember, Hamilton, I am notlending you this for
"any specific purpose, nor do I wish to share the profits or
losses of any enterprise in which you propose to invest
this money. If you intend to turn criminal, I. do not
wish to know anything about it. Whatever progress you
make in law-breaking please keep it to yourself.    I only THE  SMUGGLERS. 4%
liope you will come to your senses before going too far."
This homily had no apparent effect whatever on the f
imperturable Hamilton, but he coolly folded the cheeky
placed it in his vest pocket, rebuttoned his coat, nodded
good-bye to his friend and descended the stairs into the
street.
After a visit to the bank at which place the check
was cashed^ Hamilton went to the office of the Pacific
Postal messenger service and hastily dispatched a
note to his brother at the Adams House, The note requested a meeting with that individual on the Commercial street wharf as soon as convenient. A few moments
later the brothers met, and after seeking the seclusion of
a rickety old warehouse, Paul drew from his pocket the
advertisement which he had clipped from the Morning
Light and which ran as follows;
FOR SALE—A  twenty-ton schooner in good,
condition.   Inquire of I. Felinsky.
"Billy," said the elder brother, handing the person addressed the clipping, "I wish you would look up Mr.
What's-his-name and enter into negotiations with him for
the purchase of this schooner he. advertises.   Find a sailor 46 • THE  SMUGGLERS.
and take him  with you to  examine the boat, and  then
learn the smallest amount of money that will  buy her,
'and the best terms upon which she can be bought."
Billy spent the next two days executing the orders of
his brother. He first called upon Mr. Felinsky, who
proved to be a wealthy Hebrew of the 'sheeney' variety, one of the largest merchants of the town, the possessor of a handsome wife,, who, if rumor was correct
he used to very good advantage in soliciting the trade of
visiting   warships,
"Vat for you Vant mid dat boad?"the Jew sharply inquired, when Billy made known his errand.
"Perhaps I'll tell you if I decide to buy her" the young
man returned with equal asperity, and with a rapidly
growing inclination to pull the little Israelite's ears.
"I sell her for seben hundert tollars gash,"snapped the
Jew, "not a zend less. You go loog ad her, iv you vant
to, but you pud the lines back vhere you get dem from."
Billy crossed the street to the office of the Coast Seaman's Union, where he found half a dozen old sailors \
sitting in the sun, spinning yarns, smoking strong tobacco and growling about .their protracted stay on land.
He had no difficulty in persuading these gentry to accompany him to a  convenient lager  beer saloon, and over
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their mixtures of rum and molasses he apprised them
of his schooner negotiations and solicited their advice as
to the probable value and condition of the vessel.
The men good-naturedly followed him aboard the
craft and examined her from stem to stern. There was
a unaninmity of opinion among them that the boat was
a good one and worth every dollar of the price asked
for it.
After the inspection was finished, Billy again return-
to Felinsky and requested him to name the best terms
upon which he would part with the schooner.
"I dolt you I sell for spot gash only," the irritable little creature vehemently declared.
"I don't care what you -dolt' me," Billy mockingly
responded; "but I'll tell you what I will do with you,
I'll give you your prioe for the boat, two hundred dollars down and the balance in installments of one hundred dollars a month until paid."
"Vat you do mid dat boad?" demanded the Jew, a
look of cunning suspicion lighting up his face.
"Use her for trading purposes, Billy responded at a
venture. Bill
"Drate in opium and Chinamens?" said the Jew interrogatively . I
48 THE SMUGGLERS".
"No," asserted the other with indignant emphasis,- "X
shall do a straight business."
"I not know you," said Felinsky, after a moment's
reflection; "you ged some responsiple barty to identhify
you den I sell you der boad for dem two hundert tollars
and your note for five hundert tollars at one per eend.
per mound inderest."
Billy returned to- his brother and reported the progress of his negotiations.
Paul gladly advanced the money with which to consummate the trade, and he had no trouble in securing
very flattering credential for Billy from Hallam and
Wilton. Mr. Felinsky was satisfied that all was well7
and the following day the schooner "Mermaid'< was re-
documented at the custom house with William Wilson
as master and owner. THE SMUGGLERS,
CHAPTER VIII.
Under Paul's directions, Billy actually engaged in
t rade with his schooner. He first secured the services
of a skillful sailor to instruct him in the art of seaman*
ship and assist him in managing the vessel, and together
they made periodical visits to the island and river towns
and villages from which they purchased country produce; finding a market for their supplies in Seattle and
Tacoma.
This tra flic was carried on for about three weeks at
a pecuniary loss, but acting in accordance with his
brother's instructions he took pains to conceal his losses
and made it a practice to boast of being successful in his
business operations whenever an opportunity presented
itself. By so doing he succeeded in diverting whatever
suspicion might have been aroused concerning the
real purposes for which the schooner was to be em»N
ployed. 50 THE SMUGGLERS.
One morning, upon going aboard his vessel, he was
somewhat surprised to find his brother in the cabin
with a small mariner's compass and a chart of the
waters of Puget Sound on the table before him.
"I'll go with you to-day, Billy," Paul quietly remarked. You have been losing more money lately than
we can stand, and we must look up something more
profitable to trade in than spuds and ruta bagas."
"I am looking for Olsen every minute," Billy replied,
"and as soon as he comes aboard we'll hoist anchor."
"I don't think we'll need Mr. Olsen to-day," the elder
returned. "I'll help you with the, ship, and let's get
under way as soon as possible; we have work to do."
With ten minutes work the brothers succeeded in getting up the anchor, spreading the sails, and soon the
graceful, little craft was scudding out of Kuhnville bay
before a stiff southeaster.
It was a beautiful day; the air was light and exhilarating, the wind was just strong enough to white-cap the
swells as they rolled and sparkled in the sunlight. It is
not often that the sun pierces the dense clouds that
hover over Puget Sound in the winter time, but when
it does it reveals the most lovely scene of all the bright
places of earth.    On every side the towering mountains THE  SMUGGLERS,
51
with their crests of snow, the gigantic forests of fir and
cedar, making the air redolent with perfume, the silver-
lined waters of the mighty Pacific, dotted- with innumerable islands of gray rock and glistening sand, all combined to give the place an appearance of a veritable
fairy-land.
While leaving the harbor, Billy had noticed that his
brother endeavored to conceal himself by standing to the
leeward side of the big mainsail, but now that the town
was left far behind, Paul came out from his hiding-
place and took the wheel, sending Billy forward to coil
up the halyards and clear up the deck,
Billy was so accustomed to his brother's leadership
in all affairs that he neglected to inquire into Paul's
ability as a seaman, or to notice the course the vessel
had taken.
When his attention was called to this last mentioned
matter, however, he observed that the vessel was headed
almost due north and was then well out in the straits of
Juan de Fuca. The wind had freshened up considerably and the schooner, running wingrand-wing was plunging along through the rising swells at a high rate of
speed.
"Which way  are you steering?" the younger brother 52 THE SMUGGLERS.
asked. The question was asked not for the purpose of
gaining information, he knew the vessel's course almost
perfectly, but to ascertain if the helmsman knew where
he was heading.
"I am going to Victoria or vicinity," Paul answered,
giving his wheel a turn to starboard.
Billy thought he understood it all now. At the time
the Mermaid was purchased he suspected that she was
to be used for some illegitimate purpose, and he now
believed his suspicions were about to be confirmed. He
did not fully approve of what he supposed were his
brother's plans, but he knew from many past experiences that Paul would brook no interference with any of
his undertakings, so he. remained silent, trusting that
something would occur in time to prevent the commission of a crime.    But in this he was disappointed.
In just two hours and fifty minutes from the time of
leaving Kuhnville bay they arrived at the southern extremity of Vancouver island. Instead of entering the
Victoria harbor, however, the Mermaid was put about
just before reaching that point and sailed up the east
side of the coast some two miles. Here the sails were
furled, the anchor cast and the vessel lay quietly riding
the waves a hundred yards or more from the shore. THE  SMUGGLERS.
58
After securing the schooner, the master left the wheel
and retreating to the cabin he drew a bundle of papers
and magazines from the pocket of his great-coat and
threw himself into a bunk to read.
Though Billy asked no questions, he could easily imagine that his brother's actions were the preliminaries
to making a long stay where they lay at anchor, so he
took advantage of the opportunity to prepare dinner,
which ^he had  ready to serve in the course of an hour.
The long ride and fresh air had given the young men
excellent appetites and they heartily enjoyed Billy's
somwhat novel cuisine.
After the meal Paul returned to the cabin and his
books while Billy took his fishing tackle from its locker
and threw the line over the side for the purpose of trying his luck in British waters. In an hour or so he had
succeeded a fine string of black bass.
Finally the sun disappeared behind the western horizon and darkness began to gather upon the water.
Billy put away his line and the elder brother had come
on deck and had stood for the past half hour intently
watching the shore.
"By George, there they come at last," Paul suddenly
ejaculated, his voice betraying unusual excitement. h4 THE   SMUGGLERS.
Billy glanced in the direction his brother had indicated by a wave of his hand and beheld a long dusky
line of queer looking objects which appeared to be moving towards the water, preceeded by a dingy lantern.
Presently the light came to a halt and sounds proceeded
from the shore indicating that a small boat was being
dragged from the underbrush over the stones on the
beach and launched into the sea. A few strokes of a
pair of oars and a boat filled with Chinese coolies, in
charge of an intelligent-looking, well-dressed Chinese
of the merchant type, was made fast to the Mermaid's
shrouds. Then Came a general scramble among the
occupants of the skiff, and after considerable rolling and
tumbling about, ten pilgrims of the land of the rising
sun, with their entire household effects on their backs,
were piled in a confused heap upon the deck of the vessel, and from there were quickly assigned to the-forecastle, their progress through the hatchway being greatly
accelerated by the application of vigorous kicks and
blows from the business-like leader. This latter individual then returned to the shore and soon the balance
of the cargo, consisting of ten more celestials, were
stowed away under the decks and securely fastened
with a strong padlock. THE SMUGGLERS.
It was plainly manifest to the younger brother that
Paul had made some preliminary arrangements to transport the cargo of coolies to the United States. His conjecture was correct. Paul had been gradually accumulating a knowledge of the minutia and routine of the
smuggling business every since the the purchase of the
Mermaid had been made. His first move had been to
gather through common gossip the names of quite a
large number of persons supposed to be smugglers, and
by means peculiar to himself, as well as liberal dispensation of various kinds of liquid refreshments, he had insinuated himself into the confidence of these individuals and by so doing learned many particulars* concerning the operations of the traffic.
In the course of a few weeks study he became satisfied
that he had advanced as far as possible in a theoretical
knowledge of the business and now only practical experiment was all that was required to complete his education in that line. According to this conclusion, he
had made a trip to Victoria, and through his insight into smuggling he succeeded in obtaining a commission
from the Victoria agent of the six companies to smuggle
Chinese across the border at the rate of fifty dollars per
head.    The stipulations entered into under the contract 56 THE SMUGGLERS'.
were to the effect that the smuggler was to receive consignments of coolies, whenever available, at a point
on the strait about two miles north of Victoria, each
consignment to be delivered to him by the Chinese emigration agent in person. He was to engage to transport
these consignments as he received them to the American side,- landing them at a certain smuggling station
located on Whidby island about seven miles south of the
town of Coupville, where he would meet the American
agent of the six. companies,, and to whom he was insrtuct-
ed to deliver his cargo. It was also arranged that the.
American agent was to pay him for his services according to the following plan and terms: Upon receiving his
cargo from the British agent he was to be given an order
on the American agent for the amount due him. These
orders, always written in the Chinese characters, include
the number of coolies of the consignment and a discript-
ion of the individuals of which it is composed. When
the order is presented- the American agent proceeds to
verify it by counting and examining the immigrants and
if it Was found correct he would pay it. But if it transpires that the smuggler had been so unfortunate as to
lose a portion of his cargo, either through accident or
capture by the revenue authorities, an amount com-
measurate with the loss is deducted from the total. THE   SMUGGLERS,
$7
CHAPTER IX.
""Now then, Billy, let's get out of here," cried Paul
&S the Chinese agent disappeared over the side of the
vessel and pulled for the shore.
Billy responded by hastening to secure the Wheel with
the loose end of the mainsheet, and then sprang to as*
sist his brother at the halyards. A few moments of vig»-
orous hauling and the huge canvass was drawn into
position, and a like service performed for the foresaih
Then the anchor was weighed, and by the time this
great mass of iron was safely secured to the bits, the
Mermaid was fairly flying before the wind. Paul ran
to the wheel and with a few, rapid turns put his helm
hard to lee.
"Let go the jib sheet," he shouted to Billy, "and stand
by the foresail^ at the same drawing in on the main^ OS THE SMUGGLERS',
sheet with all his strength. The schooner responded
quickly to the helm, the big sails jibing with such force
as to nearly capsize the craft. She soon righted again,
however, and then began her long series of tacks on the
. The wind was dead ahead and rising every ipomenfc
While near the British shore they had been partially
sheltered by the proximity of a group of small.islands,
which rose up out of the sea just off the eastern shore
of the southern extremity of the isle of Vancouver, and
which marked the dividing line between the waters of
Juan de Fuca and those of Haro straits. But as they
neared the open water they could hear the dismal boom,
boom of the surf upon the rock}?- headlands and they
knew that a heavy sea was running on Fuca strait.
Billy suggested that they reef their sails before going
outside, but the consciousness of the nature of the cargo
beneath the decks of the schooner, had a greater effect
upon the elder brother's nervous system than the fear of
Wind and sea,
"We'll try her first, Billy," he shouted, so great was
the storm that his voice could scarce be heard above it,
"but if it gets any worse we'll reef her down."
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pated, the swells being so great that they piled upon the
decks of the little craft, sometimes burying her three
feet beneath the water. The first deluge of the sea
came nearly sweeping the two young men overboard, but
after that they took precautions to secure themselves.
Billy lost his head, and begged his brother to hold the
vessel to the wind while they reefed, but Paul was in
favor of utilizing every inch of canvass; so they plunged
along through the foaming sea. It was terribly dark,
but the young men had familiarized themselves with the
several government lights of that portion of Puget
Sound, and managed to keep their course. They made
but little headway, though they had the advantage of a
fair tide, and it took them four long hours to reach the
light house on Smith's Island, a distance of about fifteen miles from Victoria.
The smugglers were just preparing to put their boat
about on another long tack when Paul fancied he distinguished sounds in the distance dissimilar to those produced by the wind and surf. By listening intently he
recognized the peculiar noise caused by a screw propeller being forced through the water. It certainly was a
steamer and she was bearing right down upon them; but
where were her lights?    The  sounds came nearer and 60 THE SMUGGLERS.
nearer, and the boatmen fairly strained their eyes peer-
ing into the darkness.    By some physical phenomenon
the darkness lifted for a moment, and in that second of
time it revealed to the eage^ watchers the white hull o
the government cutter, Oliver Wolcott.
A realization of the predicament flashed through Paul's
brain in an instant. They were being pursued, and in
imminent danger of being overtaken. He put his helm
about as rapidly as possible, at the same time calling
Billy's attention to their danger and apprising him of the
plan of making for the nearest shore, beaching the boat,
and taking to the land. The Mermaid was headed for a
distant light on Whidby Island. The change in her
course caused the wind to bear upon her quarter beam,
greatly accelarating her speed. The Wolcott could be
plainly heard a few hundred yards to the starboard side
of the schooner, wheezing and blowing, but there seemed
to be no question but that she was determined to keep
the little craft in view. By thus increasing the speed of
the Mermaid, she was able to hold her own against the
cutter, but for how long was an unsolved problem to the
anxious smugglers. Every thing depended upon the
wind. Should it change its course, or its velocity diminish even very slightly they would be quickly overhauled, *
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or perhaps be run down by the ugly old tub. The
schooner's course lay almost directly north, and just off
the west coast of Whidby Island. Paul headed gradually for the Whidby Island shore, but ere the land line
could be more than barely discerned, the roar of the sea
breaking upon a rocky shore, warned him of the danger
that lay before them. - The proximity of the schooner to
the island however, it being on the windward side of the
land, had the effect of breaking the force of the wind,
and it soon became painfully apparent to the brothers
that the Wolcott was slowly, but surely, gaining upon
them. They must make a landing, or in half an hour
longer they would be in the clutches of the Federal authorities; "and then the shoemaker's trade," Paul remarked with facetious reference to serving a sentence in
the government penitentiary. '
The smugglers felt that it was an impossibility to beach
the boat at any point they had yet found on the island
without causing a total wreck of the little schooner, and
the certain death of the twenty human beings they had
in the hold,, and, perhaps taking even chances of their
own lives. To be captured as smugglers meant two years
imprisonment* at least, but the manslaughter of twenty
human beings, even though the dispised Chinese, was a 62 THE  SMUGGLERS.
more serious infraction of the law, and would surely
involve much more severe penalties. The smugglers determined to steer for the light directly ahead of them,
and if there was any possibility to effect a landing to do
so. It was their only chance of escape, but had they
known the treacherous foundation on which they based
their prospests of freedom, they would have realized that
it was a forlorn hope. The light that gleamed so fitfully in the darkness,•high up on the rocky headland, was
located directly at the entrance of the dreaded Deception
Pass. The two vessels were now running side by side,
scarcely a hundred yards of space intervening between
them. The cutter was gradually closing in upon the
schooner with the evident intention of heading her off,
and thus effecting a capture without being obliged to get
out her small boats, which would be an exceedingly hazardous undertaking during the prevailing storm. As
the distance between the two vessels was gradually decreasing so the approach to the Pass became nearer and
nearer. So intently were the smugglers watching the
Wolcott that they, at first, failed to hear the roar of the
rushing waters, or to notice the murky outlines of the
two huge mountains standing like grim sentinels on
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rolled between them. The revenue cutter had signalled
the Mermaid to heave to, and upon her failure to obey,
had trained its guns upon her and tried the effect of a
couple of shots. The first ball went across the bow of
the schooner and the second through her canvass, bu t
the smuggler showed no disposition to halt. The people on board the Wolcott had a far better realization of
the dangers of Deception Pass than the Hamiltons, and
as soon as it became apparent that the schooner was
headed directly for the rocks, and that her skipper had
no intention of changing his course, or laying to, the
Wolcott laid aside its belligerent attitude and made
every effort to warn the (Mermaid.of her impending danger.
The tide was at about half flood, and any mariner familiar with the waters of Puget Sound would indeed be in
desperate circumstances to dare the dangers of the Pass
at that stage of the water.     ^gplf;
But all the warnings of the world would have been
perfectly useless now. The Mermaid was already
caught in the mighty torrent and whirled towards the
rocks. The brothers had barely time to cast one glance
at the black chasm towards' which they were being so
rapidly borne, then instinctively closing their eyes they €4 THE  SMUGGLERS.
awaited the shock, which seemed inevitable and wnicha
certainly meant instant death. But they were not to*
die. Just as the little craft reached the entrance of the
Pass, and seemed almost within reaching distance of the
jagged side of the mountain to the left, she was caught
in an eddy and whirled round and round to the middle
of the stream where she contined her wild evolutions
until she was carried clear through this great sea gate
into the waters of Skagit Bay.
The Wolcott dared not follow; and the brothers, recovering from their fright, put their vessel into the
wind and sailed away, leaving the dangers of sea,. storm7,
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CHAPTER X.
Ida Huntington, the landlady's charming daughter,
was in love. She herself was not aware that such was
the case, but her most familiar friends, especially those
of mature years and of experience in such matters, recognized her malady from the never changing symptoms manifested. She had lost her interest in the ordinary and trivial affairs of life, and became dreamy.
She no longer enjoyed exchanging calls with her few lady
friends, nor did fashion or dress appeal as formerly to
her fancy. She gradually gave up her sketching excursions and even neglected her piano practice, except to
occasionally accompany some little sentimental song.
Her principal occupation now consisted of reading novels^
borrowed   novels   chiefly,  and selected   by the   new \1
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boarder. Ida had never before been in love, though
like most young ladies of her bringing up—the products
of shoddy gentility—she had thought of little else since
she could walk. She had had an ideal lover ever since
she was old enough to imagine one, but now chance had
thrown the right material in the way and she was rapidly clothing that material with the fabrics of her fancied
hero. Since her mother had become a student of ahuman
nature" the young lady had no confidants, so Ida told
no one of her dreams and fancies. But that would
have been wholly unnecessary, as her mother knew all
about it, as well as did Mrs. Arabella Smith. This latter person had taken a most extreme view of the situation. She imagined that Ida had been seduced and
the good lady had performed several weeks of faithful
labor going from house to house retailing the full particulars of her supposed discovery.
Mr. Paul Hamilton was the object of the young lady's
adoration, and he was fully aware of the high esteem in
which he was held, but he was far from feeling the same
degree of affection for her. She was handsome, innocent and possessed considerable surface brightness. He
liked to play with her, and when he discovered her regard for him it pleased him to encourage and develope
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Hamilton belonged to that class of persons usually
described as kind-hearted. He would not wantonly
cause any considerable amount of suffering to his fellow -
man, but how savagely merciless are so many of the so-
called kind-hearted men when it comes to dealings with
women.
A man in the heat of passion will take the life of
another man and ever after he will indulge in feelings of
morbid remorse, the law takes him in hand and he is
compelled to pay the penalty of his temporary madness,
"an eye for an eye and a tooth," but that same man will
destroy a woman body and soul, deliberately, premed-
itately, and it causes him no feelings of regret. He has
committed no crime and there is no punishment inflicted. She is his legitimate game just as much so as the
wild bird he brings to earth with his fowling piece.
Hamilton was a selfish fellow, and like most men of
fine intellect and blunt morals was very egotistical. The
preference that Ida plainly manifested for him gratified
his vanity, and it became*a source of never failing
amusement to him to add fuel to the fire. He had never
yet talked love to her, but stolen glances, hand pressures,
and a thousand other little attentions shown her, served
to encourage her with the idea that her regard was fully 68 THE  SMUGGLERS.
reciprocated. He was fond of presenting her with books
of poetry, novels and other light literature, but much to
her surprise, and to use a mild term, distaste, she found
these selections to be invariably tainted with a thread of
immorality—tarnished heroes, fallen angels," etc.
She at first tried to plan some way of correcting his
tastes in this respect, but her efforts signally failed. Then
as her infatuation for the man grew stronger she thought
her failure to like the books he gave her was due to
ignorance, or lack of mind development. She determined to accept his criterion of literary excellence, and
tried to cultivate the proper appreciation of the unwholesome sentiments contained in his literary gifts.
One evening Paul and Ida were the last of a number of
persons to leave Mrs. Huntington's parlors at the break -
j ing up of an impromptu singing party, consisting of several young ladies and gentlemen. At Hamilton's request Ida had sung "Love's Old Sweet Song," and had
rendered it so sweetly, and with such depth of expression as to almost startle her auditors with the vivid conception which inspired the author of that pleasing melody.
"I believe I can guess whom you were thinking of
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in his full rich tones,  heading over her and laying his
hand on her  arm. Mfflm
They had passed through the parlor door into the
darkened hallway. The girl stopped abruptly, glancing
up into his face with a charming expression of appeal.
"Please don't try. Mr. Hamilton," she pleaded, her
■voice trembling so she could  scarcely speak.
She had only confessed what he already knew and
cowardly as it was, a feeling of guilty triumph pervaded
him for a moment,
"We'll talk of this another time, Ida," Hamilton said,
after a few moments of silence, in which the 'young girl
vainly endeavored to control her agitation.
"Will you cross the Lawrence street bridge with me
for a moonlight walk tomorrow evening?" he asked.'
"Yes," she managed to articulate.
They parted for the night. He went to his room, smoked a cigar, drank a glass of sherry, turned out his light,
went to bed and slept soundly till awakened by the'
breakfast bell, the following morning.
Ida bathed her burning face in cologne water, before
retiring, and then restlessly tossed with throbbing heart
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CHAPTER XL
In the preceeding chapter but one, we left the schooner
Mermaid, with her frightened amateur smugglers and
cargo of terrified coolies, safely speeding up Skagit bay.
The wind had now changed slightly, so as to bear on the
quarter beam, and the boat could make a very fair rate
of speed up sound. Just at the break of day the Mermaid reached the oppointed rendezvous, and soon the consignment of Chinese' were landed and herded in a log
cabin in an isolated part of Whidby Island. The smuggler's American agent was waiting for the Mermaid, in
fact, had waited all night, but then he was used to that.
He received the Hamiltons, examined the coolies, cashed
the order, amounting to eight hundred dollars, with absolute indiference.     So far as the Hamiltons were con- .SRELGGUMS  EHT
71
cerned, their part of the contract was completed, so nodding farewell to their fellow voyagers they repaired again
to the  beach where they  held a conference.
"There is no question in my mind," the elder brother
observed, "but what the officers of the Wolcott knew the
boat they were chasing last night, and as soon as we get
back to Kuhnville they will take pains to look up her
owner, ; I'll tell you what is the matter, old man, we can
look for a sensation upon our return, but there is nothing we can do but go back and face the music. Of course
the Wolcott people cannot swear possitively to the identity of the schooner, and certainly there will be no arrests or seizures, but you can rest assured that they will
keep pretty close watch of the vessel, and all of those
seen aboard of her, for a time, at least, and our only play
is to keep dark for a month or two. Now, Billy," Paul
continued, in a hesitating, embarrassed sort of way, "as
I have never yet been identified with you and the Mermaid in the public mind, do you not think it would be
just as well for you to take the boat back alone and I
will walk up the island and catch some passing steamer?
I believe it would *be a good scheme for you to run down
to Coupeville or over to Stanwood and buy a load of
grain or vegetables or something of that kind, get back
to Kuhnville before dark and offer them for sale." 72 THE  SMUGGLERS.
Billy cheerfully assented to this plan. In his intense
admiration and affection for his brother he never opposed him in anything, so after Paul had given Billy a
very small portion of the fruits of their crime, the two*
separated, both well pleased with their night's work.
The elder brother had no difficulty in boarding a
steamer and he managed to reach home before ten
o'clock of the same morning. Though worn out and
suffering from loss of sleep,- he was so anxious concerning the night's escapade that he could not rest. What
action the customs officials would take in regard to the
suspicious movements of the schooner was a problem
that must be solved before he could sleep. After partaking of a hasty meal at a convenient restaurant, he
went to his room, which was situated on the hill so as
to command a view of the bay, and in such position
that any vessel approaching could be seen long before
entering the harbor.
He kept a careful lookout for several hours, and was
greatly relieved when about four o'clock that afternoon
he discovered the Mermaid putting into port under full
sail and running before a spanking breeze.
Putting on his hat and coat he walked down to .the
wharf to learns what kind of reception, if any, the Mer"
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maid would receive at 'the hands of either the officers of
the revenue cutter or the customs officials. He reached
the dock just as the schooner gracefully swung up to
her accustomed place of anchorage, which was not more
than one hundred yards from where the old Wolcott
lay. It was with considerable amusement that he saw
the intrepid Billy let the schooner drop down a length
or two so as to be quite close to her gallant old running
mate in the last night's adventure.
After dropping the anchor and taking in the sails,
Billy lowered the tender and drew it alongside the bow
then threw in eight or ten sacks of spuds and pulled to
the wharf. This he repeated half a dozen times or
more until something like forty sacks of potatoes, of
about one hundred pounds each, were pulled to the
wharf ready for market.
Quite a number of idlers about the water front were
somewhat disposed to question the wisdom of the young
skipper's method of discharging his cargo, and wondered
why he had not tied the schooner to the wharf and unloaded with much less trouble.
Billy afterwards explained to his brother, that his
seemingly erratic conduct was due to a desire on his
part to satisfy the officers of the Wolcott as to the na- 74 THE  SMUGGLERS.
ture of his cargo, several of the-revenue sailors having
been highly interested spectators of the unloading operation.
By the time the potatoes were all landed upon the
wharf and awaiting an expressman to truck them away,
quite a large crowd of people had gatherd on the dock
and stood regarding the skipper and his craft with looks
of evident amusement and suspicion. Among them
Billy recognized Israel Felinsky's head clerk. He was
a tall, strongly built well dressed young man, but a
person who could not be easily well mistaken for a gentleman,  and  he was certainly very far from being one.
"The boss wants to see you as soon as you can get
up to the store," said the clerk in a tone of insolent
command. His manner and conduct were such as
usually affected by person who are accustomed to being
bullied and occasionally kicked by their superiors, and
who gradually come to believe that that is the only
proper method of communicating with their fellow-men.
"All right, Israel," Billy responded, who not knowing
the man's name used the master's cognomen as a matter of convenience.
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"Vare you bin mid mine boad," demanded the little
son of Judah, pointing his finger at his visitor and
trembling all over -with excitement.
"When?" the skipper asked with looks of innocent
astoniskment.
"Vhy, yesterday and last night. You know vot I
wos drivin ad. You not need say dot," was the rejoinder.
"Now, see here, Felinsky, j ust let me explain to you
that it is none of your business where I have been, and
so far as that boat being yours, I can further assure you
that she happens to be my property and will continue
to be until I fail to make the payments on her and you
have taken her into your possession by due process of
law."
"Not my pisness! not my pisness!" almost screamed
the little Shylock shaking his finger in the young man's
face; "I tell you it is my pisness, un' ahuder ting I tell
you, mine frendt, I can dake bosession ov dot broperty
midoudt any due brOcess ov law. You buy mine boad
on gredit un gif no zecurity. Den you dake her un go
indo dem smuggling pisness. I know all aboudt it.
Dot gollector of gustoms gome to me two hours ago und
he swear he tzeice dot boad whereffer he fint him. Now, <6 THE  SMUGGLERS,
dot gollector he ben a goot frendt ov mine, un saf me
some money. He tell, me to get my money or a pill of
sale of dot boad or he tzeice him in»twency-four hours.
TJnd I tell you again, you pay me my money right away
guick or gif me my boad beck.
In repeating the conversation with the collector, the
Jew had been guilty of a breach of confidence, but Felinsky was by no means supersensitive about such matters,
and in fact would have betrayed his own brother rather
than chance the loss of so large an amount of money as
that involved in the fate of the Mermaid.
"And in the event I give you a bill of sale of the boat
I suppose you will return the money I advanced on her,"
Billy suggested. '
"Return de money! Return de money!" Felinsky vehemently repeated. I return no money. I not do pisness dot vay. You haf dot schooner one mondt un
make ofer a tousand tollars mid him. Vat yon vant
anyvay, de airdt? Now, I tell you vat, mind frendt,
you bay me my money or gif me a pill of sale ov dot
boad py dis time tomorrow efining or I libel your boadt
and but you in de hands ov der marshall for smuggling.
You too d—d smardt anyvay."
This seemed to be  Felinsky's ultimatum, and Billy
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agreeing to  think  over  the proposition and talk with
him again the following day, left the store.
"It seems like a case of Indian's turkey and the buzzard," Billy soliloquized as he ^wended his way down the
street. "If I rightly understood the drift of the honorable collector's intentions, I don't see that I have much
choice in the course-to pursue. If IJpay off the mortgage
on the boat, she will be seized by the government as a
smuggler, and if I don't pay it the Jew takes the boat into
his possession. It looks as though I was out of a boat
in* either  event."
Hastening down to the wharf, where he had left his
cargo, Billy found his brother awaiting his return.
Watching his opportunity while giving instruction to the
truckman concerning the disposition of the potatoes,
Billy managed to communicate to Paul the necessity of
an immediate conference, and suggested that they meet
in the course of the next hour at the far end of the Qom-
mercial street wharf, which because of its being usually
unfrequented, was a favorite place of rendezvous for the
young men.
"Twenty-four hours" Paul mused, after Billy had fin-
. ished his recital of the interview with the Jew.   "Twenty-
four hours," he again repeated, 'that is a very long time IfS THE SMUGGLERS.
and a great many things can happen in thafrtime."
The elder sat looking down into the wafer, buried
in thought.
"I have it" he finally exclaimed, springing to his feet,
"We'll fool them all yet. Now I'll .tell you what you
do," he continued, addressing the younger. "You go
and get your Dutch sailor," referring to Oleson, the Norwegian helper on the Mermaid, "and take a run over to
Lopez island. With the wind that is now blowing you
can make it in about four hours. Anchor just off that little cove where we had our picnic dinner several weeks
ago, and we'll see if we can't straighten this matter out.
In the mean time, pour all the whisky into the Dutchman that you can made him take. W^hile you are gone
you will find the half gallon demijohn filled and in the
locker near^he wheel, but be sure and don't drink any of
it yourself. Now I'm going aboard, take a bunk down in
the forecastle, and go to sleep. When you come onboard
lock me in, and don't let your man know that you have
a passenger. As soon as Oleson gets dead drunk, call
me and I'll come  on deck."
Oleson was really Felinsky's man, though he was not
an employee of that individual. When the transfer of
the Mermaid had been effected it was agreed between
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the "buyer and seller that in lieu of a. bond .given for the
proper care and the legal conduct of the boat, Oleson should be employed as. the guardian of Felinsky's interest. One of his duties was to keep Mr. Felinsky informed concerning the boat's movements. This he did
with due faithfulness, and the Jew usually rewarded him
with sundry presents of unsalable articles of clothing, and
•occasionally a flask of liquor from his cellar supply. Oleson had heard of the rumors regarding the late suspicious actions of the Mermaid and her master, and when
he was .approached by Billy he hesitated to accompany
him as requested, but" Billy explained that he only
wanted to have a little talk with him, thus arousing
the Norwegian's curiosity, and -finally inducing him to
go aboard the boat, using the demijohn of liquor as a
bait to his whisky-guzzling friend. After getting the
sailor aboard the schooner and plying him well with the
drugged liquor, which he found as agreed on, the smuggler proceeded, very adroitly to take his companion into
his confidence. He related his troubles with Felinsky,
and complained very bitterly of that individual. He
explained that the Jew would do him a double wrong in
carrying out his intention of taking possession of the
Mermaid, but it would cause him an even greater loss 80
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from the fact that he had purchased a large quantity of
vegetables the preceding day, at Lopez island, and unless he could get them over that night it would involve
a loss of several hundred dollars, as he had no other way
of transporting them. Billy concluded by offering the
Norwegian a sum of money all out of proportion to the
services to be rendered, if he would accompany him, and
assist in securing the cargo. At first the man demurred,
the night was dark and a storm was imminent; though,
they could run over to the island in a very few hours,
yet it would be no easy task to return with the hard
southeast wind blowing. Finally cupidity, enhanced
perhaps by the too frequent draughts from the demijohn,
overcame the sailor's objections, and in a trice the anchor was weighed, the sails set and the little Vessel was
bounding  over the water.
Billy had prearranged that Oleson should take the
wheel, so as to be near the liquor, while he went forward
to keep a lookout to avoid running down any one of the
small smuggling boats with which that portion of the
strait usually abound on nights like the present, so
favorable for the prosecution of that calling.
As Oleson had predicted, and as could have been reasonably anticipated at that season of the year, before the
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Mermaid had been an hour on her journey, the wind had
freshened into a perfect gale, and the waters of the
strait became very rough. So much so that occasionally an immense swell would climb over the side of the
boat, washing the decks and drenching the occupants
from head to foot. Oleson, in the meantime, began to
feel an unaccountable drowsiness. He fully realized
the responsibility resting upon him as helmsman of the
boat, especially at that time, and the necessity for him
to keep a cool, steady head. He vainly struggled to
shake off the heavy lethargy that seemed to be gradually stealing over him, benumbing his faculties and almost paralyzing every member of his body; and took
even more frequent drinks from the bottle to assist him.
About the last thing he could distinctly remember was
being violently hurled against the wheel by an unusually
large swell, and then lifted clear off his feet by the rush
of waters and borne gently outward, then all was blank.
Towards noon of the following day, Oleson awoke to
find himself high, but not dry, on the beach of Lopez
Island, covered by a small dingey and surrounded by
the ^whreckage of some unfortunate vessel which had
gone to pieces in the storm of the preceeding night.
There were old bottles, a large number of empty tin cans, a few boxes and barrels and the fragments of a*,
staysail half buried in the sand. This debris the sailor
had no difficulty in recognizing, as having lately been:
aboard the Mermaid, and he had no doubt but that
that gallant craft had gone down somewhere off the-
coast of the island. Billy must certainly have been
drowned, but this was not nearly so much a matter of
regret to the old Scandinavian as the fact that fully a
quart of good whisky had been lost and perhaps now
Was mingled with the Waters of the sea. He arose from.
: his recumbent position, and walked about the beach a.s
well as his trembling and stiffened" legs could carry him,,
surveying the situation and searching among the wreckage in hopes of finding something to eat and drink.
His hunt proved successful. Not far from where he
lay he found a spring of fresh water and a box containing bread and other edibles, near which was the demijohn of liquor which he had mourned as lost. Being
perfectly familiar with the island, and after eating a
hearty meal, and otherwise refreshing himself with the
contents of the bottle? Oleson walked through the
heavy growth of timber and underbrush, a distance of
nine miles to the town of Lopez. Arriving there in
time to take a regular steamer plying between the isl-
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and points and Seattle. Late at night of the same day
he landed at Kuhnville, and soon after the news of the
wreck was circulated over the town, the morning newspaper devoting two columns of its space to the details
of its occurrence.
Mr. Oleson, though a Scandinavian fisherman, was
just a trifle fanciful. He believed that the Mermaid
and her skipper had gone to the bottom of the sea, so
he exercised his imagination to a considerable extent,
representing himself as the heroic and only survivor
of a most terrible sea adventure. The strength and
fury of the storm were greatly exaggerated by the sensational sailor, and he even went so far as to malign
poor Billy by attributing' the loss of the vessel to the
cowardice of the master, whom he declared had ran the
schooner on the rocks in an endeavor to beach her, and
that she had gone to pieces in a very few minutes after
striking. The skipper had %gone down with the boat,
and was unquestionably drowned, while he, Oleson, had
managed to escape with his life after the most frightful
struggle in human experience.
Felinsky was nearly crazed by the loss of the Mermaid and for a time refused to credit the Norwegian's
story  of the  wreck, and was strongly disposed to sus- M THE SMUGGLERS'.
pect the young skipper of trying to buncoe him out of
his equity in the schooner.
Before he would be convinced of the loss,, he visited
the scene of the wreck in company with- the sailor. The
testimony of the wreckage-strewn beach, confirmed even
the most salient portion of the Norwegian's tale, so after
exhausting all the Hebraic formulas in pronouncing:
anathemas over the supposed grave of the doubly unfortunate Billy, he gave up the matter and returned home-
CHAPTER xrr.
DbuDtlessly the reader has already lifted the veil of
mystery enveloping the disappearance of the Mermaids
The schooner did not go ashore in the storm as described by Oleson, but she Was at the bottom of the sea with THE, SMUGGLERS.
fully ten fathoms of water rolling over her. The brothers
did not go down with the vessel. . It might, perhaps,
have sounded more gallant and romantic if the young
men. had stuck to the ship and shared a watery grave
with her, but they were not made of the right material
for such a prominent part in a tragedy of real life. The
twentieth century heroics does not demand self-sacrifice to the same extent and for the same purposes that
were in vogue forty years ago, at least not in the United
States. Suicide is no longer a commendable thing to do,
even if a person has the inestimable privilege of going
to the bottom of the sea in an old boat. The inhabitants of the Puget Sound country are fully abreast of
the times in this respect. Despite the magnificent
scenery and beautiful surroundings they are strictly
practical. The climate of the great Pacific Northwest
is not such as to evolve or foster a leader of a forlorn
hope, nor that spirit of martial pride that actuated the
Grecian, or some other kind of soldier, to cast himself
upon the spears of the opposing army in order to check
its charge. The heavy, damp air and even temper*
attire of Puget Sound is far from being conducive to the
development of heroes or martyrs.
The Hamilton  brothers did not go down with the 86 ' THE  SMUGGLERS.
Mermaid, and they were not even tempted to do so.
The drugging of the Norwegian sailor and the sinking
of the schooner was simply a part of a preconcerted plan
to defeat Felinsky's intention to regain posession of the
craft, and, avoid the payment of the indebtedness to
their Israelitish creditor.
They had first made preparations for facilitating the
raising of the craft, and selecting a good place, let go the
anchor and deliberately scuttled her. Oleson had been
very carefully carried ashore, and placed in the position
in which he found himself, instead of being washed in
by an angry sea, as he had represented to his friends of
Kuhnville. The two young men had made their way to
Lopez the same night of the supposed wreck, and were
fortunate enough to catch an up-Sound steamer within
an hour of their arrival. Paul returned to Kuhnville, but
Billy for obvious reasons, continued on to Seattle, where
. it was planned, he should remain for a period of a few
days.
A week or so after the sinking of the Mermaid, Paul
paid a visit to Felinsky's place of business, and requested an interview with the proprietor. Though he
had been a resident of Kuhnville for several months,
and knew the Jew well by sight, yet he had never met THE SMUGGLERS. £7
him as an acquaintance, and Felinsky had never before
seen the handsome stranger. Paul presented his card
which bore the following legend:
23U?^-Z^^S^£Z-z^
Expert Diver and Submarine Engineer,
San Franeisco, California.
Waiting until the Hebrew had sufficient time to study
veil the characters on the card before him, and thoroughly comprehend their meaning, Paul explained
that the object of his visit to Mr. Felinsky was to solicit
i contract from that individual for the raising of the
schooner, Mermaid,
"I don't tink she vordt raising," the Jew replied after
few minutes close scrutiny of his visitor.    "Vat you
scharge?"
"I will do the job for five hundred dollars; the vessel 88 THE  SMUGGLERS.
surely must be worth fully that amount," said the sub-.
marine engineer, boldly guessing at the value of such
contracts.
"Naw," Felinsky exclaimed with decided emphasis,
"I vouldn't gif you hundert tollars. Dot boadt struck
on dem rocks and wendt to pieces. She is not verdt a
cendt."
"But her anchors and chains, tackle, sails, furniture,
etc.," Paul expostulated; "they certainly must represent
the value of raising the craft, besides the prospect of
repairing her and making her serviceable again."
"I vish I had a schance to sell dem anchors, schains,
dakles, furnishure un brospects for haf dot money you
scarge to raise de boadt," the Jew returned. "Yes," he
added, "I vould sell oudt for a hundert tollars, gash,
un tink I make a d—d goot bargain."
"I have never seen your boat and do not know where
she went down," the expert engineer said, "but I will
give you a hundred dollars for her and take my chances
of getting my money back.
Felinsky" then explained to Hamilton that he did not
own the vessel, but held a mortgage on her. However,
he solemnly assured the diver that he was perfectly
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property was at the bottom of the sea and could never
return to dispute his title to the Mermaid.
"I will give you a hundred dollars for your mortgage," *Paul declared; "unless you prefer to have her
raised. Of course I would rather raise her for you than
to buy her, as I really have no use for a boat; but after
coming all the way from San Francisco I want to make
some kind of a trade with you," he added with an air
of recklessness.
"Oh, I sell to you," protested the sheeny, believing
that the diver's offer was simply a bait to induce him to
give a contract to have the vessel raised. He made
haste to summon his head clerk, who, by the way was
engaged in a little flirtation with the proprietor's young
wife, and had an assignment of the mortgage made to
Hamilton, and received the final payment of one hundred dollars instead of eighteen hundred dollars, for the
schooner.
Hamilton left Felinsky's store the absolute owner
of the Mermaid. She was unincumbered by debt, but
the weight of sixty feet of cold sea water lay between
the owner and immediate possession of his property.
How to raise the Mermaid, and to do it soon was the
next problem that confronted the adventurer.    He knew §0 THE SMUGGLERS.
if she lay under the water even but a few months
that the teredo would render her perfectly worthless.
She must must be brought to the surface immediately,
and he must begin active preparations for the consuma-
tion of that plan.
Before sending the Mermaid to the bottom, Paul had
taken the precaution of reading up on hydrostatics, and
laid his plans so far as those involving the resurrection
of the boat was concerned, on strictly scientific principles. The Mermaid usually carried about two and one
half tons of ballast, but by a mathematical demonstration, Paul calculated that it would not require over a ton
of weight to sink the craft and hold her stationary on
the bottom, so after he had bored the hole in the vessel,
and while she was filling, he and his brother had busied
themselves discharging the larger portion of the ballast
overboard. It had been calculated, taking into account
the specific gravity, pressure of the water from above,
and the displacement of the vessel, that it would require
lifting force necessary to overcome about thirty hundred
pounds of dead weight to bring the Mermaid to the surface. In preparing for" this emergency Paul had had a
system of ropes and tackles in different parts of the boat
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tanks or cylinders could be forced from the surface down
to the sunken vessel.
After having had the transfer of the schooner's mortgage placed on record at the custom house, Hamilton
took the next steamer for Seattle, in order to complete
the preliminary arrangements for his submarine under-
taking_
Upon his arrival he first looked up his brother, and
together they proceeded to charter a five-ton, seaworthy
sloop and loaded her with thirty empty coal-oil barrels.
Not feeling disposed to wait for a fair wind, they engaged a small steamer to tow them over to Lopez. The
trip was made in about eight hours, and the smugglers
reached the vicinity of the sunken vessel without incident early the following morning.
The young men set to work without loss of time to
raise the wreck. A couple of hours were spent in grappling for the several lines to which the blocks and
tackle were attached. When they had them secured
they fastened slings of rope around the barrels to which
the tackles were attached and twenty-four of the barrels
were successively drawn down to the sunken schooner
and tied with a slip knot. As the twenty-fourth barrel
was being lowered to its place the young men were al- $2 THE SMUGGLERS..
most startled at the sudden appearance of the masts
slowly pushing their way upward through the dear
water. As they approached nearer the surface they
rose more rapidly, till suddenly the huge timbers popped
into the air nearly striking' and overturning the sloop
in its upward flight. The decks of the vessel could
now be plainly seen about seven feet under the water,.
Where the increased weight of the masts in the air held
the vessel suspended and prevented her from rising any
farther. Then the remaining six barrels were forced
down to the vessel, thus, bringing the decks on a level
with the surface of the sea. The barrels were now
.half out of the water an 1 though they prevented the
boat from sinking yet in that position they could not
force her any higher. In order to clear the vessel of
the water, the decks of the boat must be several inches
above the surface, or the water would run in as fast as it
could be pumped out. So the barrels were unslung one
at a time and sunk below the bilge of the schooner,
and their united power served fco raise the vessel fully
half a foot above the sea. Pumps and siphons were
then ^et in motion and the immense volume of water
was slowly but surely emptied into the sea. The smugglers worked hard  all night to get the boat bailed out? THE   SMUGGLERS.
$3
and it was with feelings of considerable satisfaction that
they beheld the Mermaid the following morning riding
the waves, little the worse for her short visit to the bottom of the sea.
CHAPTER XIII
The infatuation for the handsome smuggler which had
taken posession of Ida Huntington increased in intensity
as the acquaintanceship of the couple progressed. She
actually worshiped him, and many the long sleepless, feverish nights she passed thinking of him, and planning
ways and means by which she hoped to gain a firm hold
upon his affections.
But what of his regard for her? He certainly liked
her, and, in a measure, she had the power of exciting
his amorous passions. He was an intensely Vain indivi*
dual, and the adulation she manifested towards him was
highly gratifying to him.    He enjoyed her companion* 94 THE  SMUGGLERS.
ship and sought every opportunity to be with her, escorting her to the various places of amusement, and once or
twice accompanied her to church, but it cannot be said
that he was in love with her. His plans for the future
contemplated marriage and the rearing of a family, but
the landlady's daughter did not possess the necessary
requisites that he intended his future wife to have. The
lady upon whom he would confer the honor of a matrimonial alliance must not only be handsome, intelligent
and refined, but must be wealthy. He had been seeking
an affinity of that description for the past five years
and never lost hope of some day being able to find her.
He could not afford to sacrifice himself by a marriage
with Ida, but still his regard for her was such that he
disliked to give her up. He would not marry her, but
he resolved to possess her confidence to that unlimited
extent that only the bonds of matrimony would give him
the right to enjoy. In plain words he intended to de-
cieve and ruin the beautiful girl.
She had crossed the Lawrence street bridge with
him in compliance with his invitation, and he had made
the preliminary advances towards accomplishing his
cowardly purpose. He had pretended to be madly in
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terious obstacle that stood in the way of their union.
This, he said, might never be removed, and, knowing
how impossible such a course would be to her, he had
suggested that they separate, advising her with
fatherly solicitude to dismiss him from her thoughts.
She, in return, pleaded with him for a solution of the
enigma, confessing her all-absorbing affection for him,
and fairly begged him not to contemplate separation
from her.
She was young, innocent, and her nerves were in an
overwrought, hysterical condition from the new experi-
. ence to her nature, the result of awakening passions.
He was  a scoundrel.     It  did not accord with his
plans to make her any explanation at that time, but
promising to do so sometime in the future, they slowly j
wended their way home.    She was miserably unhappy;
he was exultant, perhaps.
A few days after this episode, an occurrence took place
which caused Hamilton to seriously regret his entanglement with the landlady's foolish daughter.
Through the courtesy of his friend, Mr. Wilton, Hamilton was invited to attend an evening social reception
at the home of Miss Gertrude Allen, and in the person
of his fair hostess he found the lady of his dreams. 96 THE SMUGGLERS.
Miss Gertrude Allen was a magnificent woman, handsome, intellectual, refined and wealthy. She had passed the period of time usually allotted to girlhood, being
in her thirtieth year, and was no longer in that condition of female ignorance, which society erroneously considers necessary to innocence and chastity. She knew
the world fairly well, at least well enough to be a safe
guardian of the large property of which she was the
possessor, representing nearly a half million. She also
knew the hearts of men, and though she was naturally
of a sanguine, trustful disposition, yet she had learned
by some pretty rough experiences, that humanity is
far more apt to be actuated by motives of real selfishness than by any vague altruistic principles. Hers was
an inherited wealth, and her refined character and well
developed intellect was not of the mushroom growth
or boom-town variety, but the result of cultivated breeding. Recogizing the fact that only about ten years of
child-bearing period remained to her life, she was eager
to marry, yet among the applicants for her hand and
fortune, she had as yet found no one whom she could
love and trust sufficiently to accept in the capacity of a
husband. She had a truthful, earnest nature, and it
was her sole ambition to live an earnest, real  life.     To THE  SMUGGLERS.
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her, morbid sentimentality was equally as detestable as
any other species of sham. To enter into all the spheres
of usefulness, for which she was supposed to have been
| created or evolved, she knew that she must make the
experiment of motheroood. In order to do this in a
way of which the world and her own sense of propriety
would approve, she must select a husband, and, to use
the homely language of Mrs. Arabella Smith, she was
on the look-out for the right man.
The evening entertainment she had accorded her
friends was a fine success and a highly enjoyable affair.
The fair hostess was very favorably impressed with the
elegant Mr. Hamilton. He was a wonderfully good conversationalist—witty, sage, or humorous as the occasion
might require, and on this night he seemed inspired.
He was what is known as a magnetic person, and when
in the proper mood could exercise this subtile power to <
a dangerous  extent.
Ida Huntington was not invited to the soiree. She
did not belong to the same social circle in which Miss
Allen moved. A few months previous, Miss Huntington
had been a very much honored and sought-after member of the local four hundred, but Messrs Prune and
Schoenhausen had cruelly robbed her of the open sesame I
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and the guilded entrance to that earthly paradise had
been closed very firmly upon her.
Though perhaps a sad commentary on the character
of Mr. Hamilton, yet it must be confessed that the gentleman felt no regret at Ida's absence, in fact, he was
fully compensated for the loss of her society by the interest manifested in him by Miss Allen. She readily
recognised him to be greatly superior, with perhaps
two or three exceptions, to any person she had yet met
in Kuhnville, yet she knew almost instinctively that
there was a broken cog some where in the mechanism
of his make-up. His dress and manners were certainly
all that good taste and even elegance demanded, yet in
unguarded moments his self-consciousness and egotism
would betray his lack of breeding. As a conversationalist he was not far from being brilliant, yet despite the
many advantages of his intellect, education, graceful
conduct and handsome personality, it was apparent to
Miss Allen that there was a lack ofgenuiness about him,
though he was a wonderfully good imitation. His fine en-
tellect was an excellent safe-guard, but it could not in-
tirely conceal the imperfections of his character, his
lack of breeding or the ineffaceable stains by which
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Nevertheless, Hamilton was the lion of the evening,
and, though the hostess was too well-bred to slight or
neglect her other guests, she paid him marked attention. Her kindness to the attractive stranger was observed by the other guests and they all followed her
lead in doing him honor—all except Mr. Jonathan
Mather, who did not approve of Mr. Hamilton personally, or of Miss Allen's seeming preference for that individual
Mr. Jonathan Mather was the principal of the Kuhnville school, and, though but a resident of the city a
few months, yet he had been there long enough to become very much in love with Miss Allen. She liked
him fairly well, and he certainly merited her regard.
He was a large, handsome, somewhat awkwardly-formed
young man, of twenty-four years old, a graduate of Harvard college and an honorable, well-bred gentleman.
Mr. Mather was of a retiring disposition. In fact lack
of self-confidence was his greatest weakness. He came
from a long line of writers, educators, and scientists and
it was only his natural habit of thought to consider himself a very small atom of a mighty universe.
Miss Allen knew of Mr. Mather's high regard for her,
yet she had never  encouraged him.     The , disparity of 100 ■        THE SMUGGLERS.
their ages, she thought too great for a satisfactory union..
She enjoyed his companionship greatly, and felt that
she could easily love him if she would permit herself to
think of him in the relations of a husband. His scholarly attainments, fine literary tastes and artistic
temperment made him an highly interesting and
entertaining visitor at her home when she received him
alone, but as a factotum of society he was decidely a
failure. His sensitive nature and bashfulness prevented him from appearing graceful or easy in public, and
though he regularly attended Miss Allen's evening
receptions, he never enjoyed them. He had experienced a tinge of envy upon contrasting his own awkwardness with the graceful manners and perfect ease of Mr.
Hamilton, and he found it impossible to feel well-dis-
posed towards that individual. Neither was Hamilton
. prepossessd in Mather's favor. He readily divined the
schoolmaster's standing with Miss Allen, and having
already made up his mind to make a conquest of that
lady's hand and fortune, he regarded the gentle Jonathan as a probable rival in that enterprise. Even before the ceremony of an introduction had been performed between them, they felt a mutual dislike and distrust of each other. THE SMUGGLERS.
101
At the close of the entertainment Mather heard the
good-nights exchanged between Miss Allen and Mr.
Hamilton and his jealousy was aroused to a white
heat. Miss Allen expressed a desire to have Mr, Hamilton become a frequent visitor at her home, and that
person had responded in such a tone and manner that
plainly indicated his intention of availing himself of the
invitation.
Love and jealousy awoke all the latent antagonism
that the young man inherited from his Indian-fighting
Puritan ancestry, and he determined to know his fate
at once. Quite a number of times in his life he had been
in positions of peril, and had faced death without a
tremor of fear, but the execution of the purpose he had
before him needed all the courage he could summon to
his command. His face was quite pale but his eyes
were bright and sparkling with suppressed excitement.
Perhaps if he were to have been hung he would look
just as he did; he certainly could not have felt greater
misgivings. By a hard struggle he managed to control
his agitation and approaching the charming hostess, he
said:
"Miss Allen, may I remain a few moments after your
other guests go? I wish to speak with you." 102 THE  SMUGGLERS.
"Yes," she answered, glancing into his face and easily
anticipating the nature of the interview he sought.
"Miss Allen," began Mather advancing towards her
as the the door closed upon the last of the visitors,
"I do not think it necessary to tell you how passionately, how dearly I love you, for I feel that you must
have known of it from the earliest moment of our acquaintance."
"Yes," the lady replied in answer to the second
clause of his proposition, looking into his face without
displaying any greater surprise or agitation than if the
most ordinary topic of conversation had been broached.
"Well, she said interrogatively, as he hesitated, somewhat confused by her coolness.
"The doubt and uncertainty that I am in is simply
unbearable," he proceeded, with an evidently hard
struggle to master his emotions; "and I must know tonight, if I can hope that sometime in the future you
will become my wife?"
"Come into the drawing-room a moment, Mr.
Mather, where we can talk more comfortably," Gertrude
interrupted, leading the way into the parlor.
"I will confess to you," she* said, after they were
seated, "that I have already given the subject you have
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this opportunity to discuss it with you, but it must be
done from a plain, practical standpoint. You have
offered me your hand in marriage, but aside from your
affections you have nothing else to give me. Now, if I
should accept your offer, I should be prepared to give
you in return as great a measure of love as with which
you would endow me, and also a large fortune and a
nice home. Do you think the bargain would be equal
or fair?"
I "Perhaps not," he returned, feeling that all was lost,
"but if we could reverse our positions, Gertrude Allen,"
he added with some bitterness, "I would love you and
want to marry you, even if you were penniless and I were
the possessor of wealth and an elegant home."
"That may be, Jonathan Mather," the lady returned laughingly, though perfectly serious, "but I am not so
generous as you are.
"In the phraseology of commerce," continued Miss
Allen after a moment's reflection, "I shall insist upon
better terms on your part before entering into the proposed partnership agreement."
"Then, I suppose,  I may as well accept my conge,"
Mather said with some bitterness.     "I know no way to
'equalize matters,     I am not a money-maker, and it 104 THE SMUGGLERS.
would simply be an impossibility for me to ever accumulate so large a fortune as yours."
"Oh, as for that," Miss Allen returned, "I have
enough money for both. There would be no need
of more, but I shall expect a name and social standing
from my future husband. Now, I believe that you have
capabilities that wou!d make you famous, if you only
would apply them in the right direction, and before I
will consent to marry you, you must distinguish yourself in a different sphere of usefulness than as the master of a country school. I think you could make a
name and place for yourself as a writer if you would
devote your energies to that pursuit."
"Then, you do love me," Mather said interrogatively.
| You have no right to ask me that question now,"
Miss Allen replied, "and I must decline to answer it.
But I will say this: I will never marry a man that I do
not love, and I will never marry a man for love only."
It was with a light step and lighter heart that
Mather returned to his home that evening. She
would not engage herself to him but he regarded the understanding established between them as equivalent to
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had named, but he felt that the most difficult part of
the matter was settled. It never occured to him that j
possibly he might encounter difficulties in gaining fame
and honors in the short, intervening period of time
before he could hope to consummate a marriage with Miss
Allen, but he felt as confident as if the battle were already
won. His lineal ancestors had nearly all been men
of note for ten generations back, many of whom
having been closely identified with the history of the
' progress of the nation's civilization from the earliest
period. Nothing had occurred in Jonathan's breeding,
birth or bringing-up to interrupt the natural course of
things. Distinguishment was his by right of heritage,
and he knew it. There was everything in him condu-;
cive to the conquest of fame, but like Alladin's wonderful lamp, he needed burnishing in order to bring it out.
He would set to work at once to enforce the appearance
of his good genii. *
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CHAPTER XIV.
After leaving the island, and reaching the open straitf
Hamilton changed his plans concerning his immediate
destination. He felt some hesitancy about appearing at
any American "port with the Mermaid in apparently good
condition, so soon after the purchase had been made.
The whole affair certainly had a very suspicious look,.
and it was feared by the young men that the Jew might
suspect collusion between the diver and the late mortgagor of the schooner, and cause an investigation to be
made by the customs authorities. Besides the city of
Victoria could easily be discerned at no great distance
away, suggesting the feasibility of killing two birds with
one stone.
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returning the money he had borrowed from Wilton and
settling numerous small accounts, he found himself somewhat short of funds. Some thing must be done soon, and
why would it not be a good plan to secure another cargo
of coolies, and bring them over that very night. He
could reach Victoria before dark, and make all arrangements for a consignment, and apprise the American agent
at Seattle by telegraph, so that person could meet him
at the appointed place the following morning. Putting
the Mermaid about they sailed for Victoria, reaching
their former place of anchorage about four o'clock in the
evening.
Leaving Billy in charge of the boats, Paul, after changing his dress, walked over the intervening neck of land,
from where they lay at anchor to the cffcy, a distance of
about four miles. Upon his arrival, being quite hungry and tired, he first went to the Driard hotel where
he dined sumptuously and then repaired to the office of
the Chinese immigration agent, Lee Yung. Yung
was engaged for the present, so he was informed by
the porter who let him in, but would be at leisure in the
course of half an hour. The porter then proceeded to
show the ^smuggler to a private room, and greatly to the
astonishment of the latter, who had no sooner  seated 10S THE SMUGGLERS,
himself, the door was closed upon him and locked from
the outside, while the servant hurried away before the
prisoner had recovered sufficiently to utter the earnest
protests against such a proceeding that he certainly
felt.
To say that the smuggler was uncomfortable would
hardly describe his sensations. He did not really believe that there was any personal injury intended himy
there certainly would be no advantage win such a
course, but all together the procedure presented a very
suspicious appearance. Hamilton wras thoroughly angry
and perhaps a little alarmed by the incivility shown
him, and he determined to make his escape as soon as
possible. The door was secured only by a common lock y
and he could have easily broken it by a single wrench
with his hand, but this he knew would make considerable noise and he did not wish to create any greater
disturbance than necessary. Taking his knife from his
pocket he quickly removed the screws from the lock,
and the door swung back upon its hinges.
but he was not sure that he wished to go. He had business to transact with the Mongolian proprietor of the
house and  the  low condition  of his finances made it
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seem imperative that he should remain. So he resolved
to chance whatever danger menaced him and stay, but
not as a prisoner.
Glancing up and down the hall, he saw that no one
was in sight, then returning to the room, he replaced
the lock in its former position and relocked the door,
with himself on the outside. He stood in the hall a
moment or two undecided whether to call out for the
porter or go to the office in search of that individual.
The low murmer of voices, one of which he recognized as belonging to Lee Yung, reached him from the far
end of the hall and put an end to his hesitancy. He
resolved to seek the diplomatic heathen, inform him of
the treatment he had been subjected to, and demand an
explanation.
As he neared the locality from which the sounds proceeded, he recognized another voice beside that of
Yung's as belonging to an European. The tones of the
white man were sharp, inclined to be contentious, indicating that the speaker was laboring under considerable
excitement. Not caring to become an intruder, Hamilton
halted before reaching the door that stood between
him and the conversationalists, intending to beat a retreat;, but as he did so, he noticed another little recep* 110 THE  SMUGGLERS.
tion room with its door slightly ajar, adjoining that occupied by the agent and his visitor. The room would
do as well in which to wait the movement of Yung as
\ any other, besides he saw a good opportunity to learn
the nature of the conversation which was being carried on between the agent and- his friend, and which
grew more and more animated every moment. Passing
into the open door, he closed it behind him, and prepared to listen, The first comprehensive sentence that
reached him emanated from the European.
"I tell you, Lee," said that individual, "it can't be
done. People are becoming suspicious about the Mandarin, and the newspapers are commenting upon the
number of Chinese that she has already brought into
the country. A hundred and fifty more so soon
after the last consignment is spreading it on pretty
thick."
"Must come allee samee," was the reply to the peroration in the unmistakable Chinese jargon. "Can depo't
Chinaman allee same like last time. Mandalin captain
he do the lest."
"Yes,"   interrupted the  other,   "that may be  well
enough, but the people of Puget Sound are beginning -
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ordered   deported he don't go,  and  especially those
brought in by the China steamers, and besides," continued the other, after a moments reflection "I don't feel *
like doing you very many favors just now."
"Why not?" Lee demanded.
"Because you havn't kept your word with me. You
promised not to send over any coolies except on the regular steamers, and you have broken your word."
"Not bloke my wold," protested the Mongol; "I send
no coolie for slix a week."
"How about the Mermaid?" inquired the stranger in
a tone of conviction j
"Melmed, Melmed," Lee repeated, as if trying to remember, but really endeavoring to frame some sort of
plausible denial to the accusation. "Oh, yes," he added
suddenly, as if the matter was just becoming clear,
"Melmed schoonel. She take twenty, no waitee for
steambloat, losee yob on yelyoad."
"You mean you could send them through on the
schooner for less than half it would cost by the regular
channel. You paid the Mermaid forty dollars a head,
while it would cost you an hundred a head on the
steamer."
"Yes," assented the imperturbable Chinaman, virtu- 112 THE SMUGGLERS*.
ally acknowledging himself beaten "flotty doHas a one
Chinaman.   Thats all,"
"Now, I'll tell you what I'll do with you, Lee," said
the white man, modifying his tone so that it became
difficult for Hamilton to hear his proposal,. "I will let
the Mandarin's consignment in, provided you will put
up a job on the Mermaid so that I can catch her on her
next trip.     Make her try an opium deal next time."
"Melmed," said the agent hesitatingly, "Melmed at
bottom of the sea.    She dwond."
"She was there a few days ago, but now she is reported as having been raised and on her way to Seattle."
"All ylight," Lee agreed. "I tell you when Melmed ?
comes.   You catchee bloat next time."
With the stranger's assent to the final proposition
the conference ended, and the listener could hear the
the agent making preparations for leaving the room.
Despite the almost inaudible conversation, the smuggler had no difficulty in fully understanding and realizing the nature of the compact between the agent
and his European visitor. He knew that the white man
was a member of the regular smuggling ring, and that
he had agreed to land one hundred and fifty Chinese
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iiead, and it was further stipulated that Yung was to
inform on the Mermaid, and in some mysterious way
place her cargo and crew into the hands of the United
States revenue officers, on the next trip of that vessel
to the island. He also understood that it was a part of
the scheme for the agent to prevail on him to try opium
smuggling, and that he was to be captured with that
commodity in his posession. \
It was a fine scheme, and, but for a stroke of good
fortune, one which would have landed the owners and
masters' of the schooner in the penitentiary for a term
of years. While these pleasant reflections were occupying his thoughts, the two individuals who had just
completed plans to dispose of him, had left their apartment and were proceeding through the hall towards the
office. Hamilton was curious to see the stranger who
taken such an interest in his welfare, so at the moment
the conspirators passed the room he occupied, he eati*
tiously opened the door ^ust far enough to permit a hurried glance at the enterprising couple. That glance,
however, was sufficient to add another and still greater
shock of surprise to the already intensely excited man,
There was no mistaking the forbidding features and
awkward form of W. Scott Bovine, special deputy col- lib TRIE SMUGGLERS*
lector for the  district  of Puget Sound, and one of the
. nlost unprincipled rascals that has ever thrived in the
fostering atmosphere of the great  Pacific  Northwest.
The smuggler stood watching the two rogues until they had reached the office, then leaving his place
he hastily ran back to the room to which he had first
been assigned, and into which he entered, closing the door
behind him, making an effort to regain his customary
composure, preparatory to an interview with his oriental host. He did not have to wait long. In a very few
moments Yung himself appeared on the threshhold, extending his hand and giving him a most cordial welcome.
Before permitting the smuggler to state his business
the Chinaman insisted upon offering his visitor refreshments, according to the custom which prevails among
the Chinese merchants in their dealings with favorite
customers. By means of an electric bell, Yung summoned his porter and requested that person to serve
them with wine and cigars. Both of these articles of
luxury were of the very best brands, and after partaking very liberally of the liquors, and lighting a cigar,
the white man opened the conversation by asking the
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were ambitious to become citizens of the great and
glorious republic just across the line.
Young replied that he had none, and then he proceeded in a very diplomatic way.to persuade his visitor
to give up the Chinese traffic and try his hand at opium
smuggling. He pleaded the many dangers attending
the bringing of Chinese coolies into the United States
by means of a sailing vessel, and highly commending
the safety and profits of the opium business.
Hamilton pretended to be willing to accept his advice, and made a great many inquiries concerning the
first cost of prepared opium, the best and safest method
dispose of it to the best advantage.
Yung gave him all the information required, perhaps
adding a little coloring matter here and there, agreeing
to supply his visitor with a first-class article of the
drug at seven dollars a pound, which was somewhat
less than the regular price. Hamilton expressed him-
eager and anxious to go into the business, but explained
that very much to his regret he had not the necessary
capital to invest in order to make it a paying venture.
Yung suggested small beginnings and urged the smuggler to purchase a consignment of ten pounds, and if he 116
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succeeded in safely disposing of that quantity, to try a
larger amount. Hamilton did not take kindly to this
plan, arguing that nothing less than fifty pounds would
justify him in making so long a trip and taking the
chances of detection.
But this quantity he contended was impossible to purchase as he had less than forty dollars in his possession
and knew no one to whom he could apply for a loan.
Fifty pounds of opium was worth three hundred and
fifty dollars in Victoria, according to Yung's valuation,
and would bring seven hundred and fifty dollars in Se- j
attle. The Chinese agent was in a quandary. He earnestly
wished to fulfill his agreement with the deputy collector
by bringing about the seizure of the Mermaid and her
master, but from his negotiations with the smuggler he
apprehended that to carry his plans into effect would involve a greater expense to himself than he was willing
to entail. Several times he was on the point of dismissing his visitor and waiting for a more opportune time
in which to put his plan into execution, but he argued to
himself that it was actually imperative that his promise to Bovine should be carried out, and he also reflected that if the fifty pounds of opium were captured by the
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the value of the seizure after it had been sold at public
auction, and the expense to himself might not be such a
great amount after all.
Finally he agreed to sell Hamilton the opium on credit,
after first receiving the smuggler's assurance that the
account would be paid as soon as the drug was disposed
of. The wiley celestial made some effort to induce the
smuggler to give him his personal note as security for
the payment of the opium, but to this proposition, for
obvious reasons, j Mr. Hamilton urged some very strong
objections, and Yung good-naturedly waived his claim.
As another condition to the compact, Hamilton insisted
upon having the opium delivered to him on board the
vessel, and, as a measure of safety to himself, he declared
that Yung must deliver the consignment personally, as
he would not receive it from any other hands. Yung demurred at first, arguing that his porter was the proper
person for such service, but finally conceded the point,
promising to be on hand at ten o'clock that night. The
smuggler then bade adieu to his Chinese host, and, after
wandering about the streets of Victoria an hour or so,
he returned to  the schooner.
Scarcely had he gained the decks of the Mermaid
and  secured his  tender by hauling it over the  sider 118 THE  SMUGGLERS.
when glancing ashore he saw what appeared to be a
man signalling the schooner with a lantern. He had
no doubt but what Lee Yung was the active principal
of the maneuvers; and he conjectured that the indolent
Chinaman preferred to have a boat sent ashore to him
rather than the labor of rowing out to the schooner, but
for reasons of his own, Hamilton wished Yung to come
aboard the Mermaid, and accordingly paid no attention
to his signals; nor to the half suppressed shouts which
Yung interjected at intervals, in his efforts to attract
the notice of the sailors. He gave it up at last, and again
the young men heard him dragging the dingey on the
stones, and soon he came scrambling over the rail of the
vessel, carrying the end of a rope in his hand, to which
was attached a bamboo covered .case containing the
opium. This he drew after him, and landed it upon
the deck, and after recovering his breath, he made his
way to the hatchway, calling down into the cabin for
Hamilton.
In response the smuggler hurried on deek, appearing very much surprised that the Chinaman should come
aboard the schooner without the knowledge of either
himself or partner, and extended a cordial invitation to
Yung to enter the cabin and partake of refreshments.
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Yung felt somewhat irritated and was . disposed to
grumble because of the unexpected trouble i£na*l caused
him to deliver the opium, but a few glasses of sherry restored him to his customary equanimity of temper, and
seating himself at the cabin table, he proceeded to give
Hamilton further details concerning the disposal of the
contraband drug. Suddenly the sound of a heavy chain
dragging over the boat's timbers, caught his ear, and
caused an abrupt termination to the recital of his confidences.
"Whas^sat?" he ejaculated, turning his almond shaped
eyes upon his companion.
"Oh, nothing," responded the person addressed, "except my partner hoisting the anchors."
"Me go now," saidaYung quickly rising from his chair,
with a look of alarm upon his countenance.
"No hurry; no hurry," Hamilton returned, endeavoring to reassure him, at the same time placing a restraining hand upon the agent's shoulder,
"No, no," Yung exclaimed, his suspicions now thror*
oughly aroused, "me not go to Melica. What you hoi
me for?" he vociferated, as the white man's grasp grew
firmer and stronger the more the Chinaman struggled to
escape. 120 THE SMUGGLERS.
"Because you are a d—d rascal," Hamilton replied?
"and I am going to take you to Seattle and hand you
over to the United States authorities."
Lee recognized the fact that resistance was useless,
and the rushing of the schooner through the sea made
that truth even more plain, so he resumed his seat, and
with smiling face attempted by diplomacy to induce his
captor to return to the island and permit him to go
ashore.
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CHAPTER XV.
What progress was Ida Huntington making in her
love affair?
She had often asked herself that question, and as
often tried to think out some reasonable answer to it,
but never with any very satisfactory or definite results.
Her love for Hamilton had not abated or diminished a
particle, and she believed that his affection for her was
fully as intense. He had said so, and she had schooled
herself into regarding him as the soul of honor. She
knew that Miss Gertrude Allen possessed some very
strong attractions for her hero, but her woman's vanity
would not permit her feeling any great degree of alarm
because of that fact. She also knew that he was in the
habit of visiting Miss Allen, having been so informed by
Mrs. Arabella Smith; that good lady volunteering the 122 THE SMUGGLERS1,
further intelligence^ under pledges of secrecy, that it
was her (Mrs. Smith's) private opinion that if Miss
Allen had not been already seduced, that sad fate would
surely befall the young lady very soon.
Yet, despite his assurances of love, Ida knew that she
had very little right to expect that Hamilton would
some day marry her. He had told her with a dramatic
exhibition of manly honor, even before speaking those
burning words of love, that it was best that they should
separate then, and see as little as possible of each other
in the future., as there were certain obstacles which
would most likely intervene to prevent their marriage.
Suspense made her almost mad, and she had often importuned him to relieve her by explaining what those
obstacles were. Indeed, it must be some very serious
cause that would keep asunder those two hearts that
beat as one, Iron bars, stone walls, or even the great
rolling ocean, could not keep her apart from him if he
but said come. What, then, could be so terrible, as
to keep their panting, love-starved souls from each
other?
For a long time Paul, positively refused to make the
desired explanation, but as she became more urgent, he
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It was a long story, the subject of which always awakened the most painful memories whenever he thought
of it. He would sacrifice himself, however> and tell her
all she wished to know regardless of the suffering and
anguish it would cause him—but not now.
A long period of waiting followed this heroic declaration, and Ida was again beginning to despair, when the
moment for telling the much longed-for story .arrived.
One evening he had returned home early from an
evening call on Miss Allen, and finding Ida alone in the
parlor, he made warmer demonstrations of affection
toward her than perhaps ever before. Ida with charming feminine tact resisted these advances, and struggled
to avoid his caresses, declaring that as no marriage
engagement existed between them, and as there was so
little probability of their ever becoming husband and
wife, she did not regard their habits of familiarity consistent with maidenly modesty, and would no longer
permit them.
At these words Hamilton broke through her not too
strong guard, and clasping her tightly in his arms,
solemnly, and with almost savage earnestness, declared
that if they were not married, and married soon, it
would be her fault and not his. 124 THE SMUGGLERS.*
She glanced up into his face with a look of such intense surprise and delight that her face, with its freshness and innocence, resembled that of a beautiful child.
"Why do you say that, Paul," she murmured, "when
you know how dearly I love you."
"Because it is true," he replied. "If we are not
married, and married soon," he repeated, in the same
impassioned manner, "it will be your fault and not
mine."
She stood silently waiting for him to go on, bat he,
with his hand resting lightly upon her shoulder, gazed
down into her face with a look of great earnestness.
Then, as if he regretted having committed himself, he
almost rudely pushed her from him, and turning abruptly away he crossed the room, threw back the curtain of
a window and stood moodily looking out into the night.
It was a very fine piece of acting, and did not fail to
have its intended effect upon the simple minded girl.
She felt rather than thought, that his declaration had
revived some memory of past years, and that the attending emotions had nearly overcome his noble nature.
Perhaps the ghost of some dead love had suddenly appeared to him.
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firmly upon his, and pleaded with him to solve the riddle contained in his words to her, and also to disclose
to her now the whole mystery of his life, especially that
which had so often prompted him to declare that he
loved her, but that marriage with her was only a remote
possibility.
Leading her to chair and seating himself beside her
Hamilton proceeded to impose upon her childish credulity the carefully elaborated seducer's device contained
in the following narative:
"Five years ago," began Hamilton, "I was a student
in a small Eastern college town attending the Frasier
University, preparing myself for the legal profession. I
was ambitious; studied hard, indulging in little pleasure,
except that derived from dreaming of the time when I
should leave school and become an active worker in the
field I had chosen for myself, making easy conquest of
fame and fortune.
So steadily did I apply myself to my studies that I
made very few acquaintances in the villiage, but among
those few was a young lady with whom I fell desperate*
ly in love.
Bay Farwell was almost inconceivably beautiful.
She was a most charming girl, of fine form and graceful 126 THE SMUGGLERS.
. movements, and seemed to me at that time the personification of purity. She made a pretence of reciprocating my passion, and after a short courtship we made a
marriage engagement. It was arranged between us
that our nuptials were to be celebrated at the expiration of my college term, in about four months.
"When I first began paying my addresses to Miss Far-
well I noticed that she had other admirers than myself, but she seemed indifferent to their attentions alike,
with one exception. This was a young man of the name
of Wilson, who seemed to be a great friend of hers, and
who caused me more than one severe pang of jealously.
"He was a coarse, boorish creature, a horse breeder
by occupation, and whose ambitions, instincts and social
ideals were not in anyway superior to the animals with
which he associated.
"My fiance explained that Mr. Wilson was an old
friend of her father,and one to whom her family owed a
debt of gratitude. That while she was perfectly aware
of his inferiority, and was often annoyed by his coarseness, yet she could not do otherwise than receive him at
her home and accord him the same treatment that she
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concerning the young man, but I reserved the right to
cordially hate him, and did so, taking no pains to conceal my feelings, not even from him.
"That he thoroughly appreciated my regard for him,
I was never permitted even for a moment to doubt. He
never omitted an opportunity to indulge in little jokes
and jibes at my expense whenever we chanced to be
thrown into each others company. After a time his insolence became unbearable. We had been meeting
oftener at Miss Farwell's home than was agreeable to
me, and so far had our antipathy towards each other
advanced that I felt obliged to decline all invitations
to further visits to the Farwell family unless assured
that I could do so without meeting Wilson and being
exposed to his merciless insults. After this ultimatum
we never met at the Farwell home again, but I supposed
then, and think now, that he continued his visits there.
"One evening, just ten days before the date appointed
for our marriage, I escorted my sweetheart to the theater, where we greatly enjoyed one of Shakespere's com*
edies. While returning home, discussing the merits of
the play and that of the several actors as we walked, we
were suddenly confronted by Wilson, who stepped out
from the  entrance  of a store building just as we ap* I2» THE  SMUGGLERS'.
preached it, and placed himself in such a position as to
block our way, compelling us to halt.
"With a show of mock courtesy the ruffian removed
his hat, bowing very low, apologized for his action, and
requested a private interview with Miss Farwell.
"Before I could interpose a wordr Miss Farwell ordered him to stand aside, declaring that both the time and
place were inopportune, and begged him not to make a
scene on the public street.
"Taking no heed of her remarks or appeals, he, wffch
an insolent laugh, strode up to her with the apparent
intention of taking her by the arm.
"Before he succeeded in closing his hand upon her, I
struck him squarely over the temple. I was an athelete
in those days, and my blow was well-directed and hard,
knocking him senseless to the ground.
"Miss Farwell screamed,.xand would have gone to the
assistance of the prostrate man had I not prevented her
from doing so by force, and then greatly to my surprise,
she turned upon me like an enraged tigress, denouncing
me as a brute for making a cowardly and unprovoked
assault upon an unsuspecting man.
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fighter, and her plainly expressed disapproval of my
conduct sunk deeply into my heart. I was so young
and green, so blinded by my self-conceit, that I could
not see the matter in its proper light, though I became
very angry. I released my hold upon her and turned
away, intending to leave her then and there, but before I could carry out my intentions, she laid a restraining hand upon my arm, begged to be forgiven for her
words, declaring that the excitement was responsible for
her utterances, and that she scarcely knew what she had
said. I was only half convinced of the tenability of her
position, and had some strong doubts concerning the
truth of her explanation, yet I obeyed her and remained. In the meantime, Wilson, who had been lying where
he had fallen, now partially regained consciousness. He
rolled over, struggled to his feet, looked about him, in a
confused sort of way, then pressing a handkerchief
against his bleeding temple, he reeled away muttering
curses of vengeance, and disappeared within the portals
of a friendly grog-shop conveniently near.
"For several blocks, Miss Farwell and I continued our
walk homeward in silence.
"I felt deeply chagrined at her disapproval of my act
in striking  Wilson, and I was far from being satisfied 130 THE  SMUGGLERS.
with the way she conducted herself throughout the
whole affair. Though, of course, she could not be held
accountable for his insolent act in halting us on the street,
yet it seemed to me that the relations existing between
them must be of an extraordinary character or he
would not have jeopardized her friendship or invited
her contempt by such a rude performance, even though
he were absolutely indifferent to the good opinion of
myself. What bond of sympathy could there possibly
exist between this beautiful, accomplished, refined lady
and such a coarse, stupid brute. As we walked along
I endeavored to solve the mysterious problem, but not
succeeding I turned to my companion and said:
"'Ray, in a few more days we intend to be married,
and, though I am far from wishing to interrupt or
change any of our plans, yet in the past few minutes,
I have fully made up my mind to proceed no farther in
the matter unless you truthfully tell me the nature of
the strong feeling of friendship which you so plainly
manifest for that miserable cur who insulted us to-night?'
"'Please don't ask me now, Paul,' she pleaded. 'Wait
a few days and I will tell you everything you want to
know.    I am so nervous and frightened now.'
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only opportunity I shall ever give you to make me the
explanation which I now demand You must tell me
this mystery now, or our engagement must end immediately.'
"Then with considerable pouting and petulancy, she
told me a romantic story, which may or may not have
been true It was to the effect that Wilson had once
loaned. her father money to save him from disgrace
and perhaps imprisonment. Out of gratitude she promised her father, on his death-bed, that she would marry his deliverer as soon as she became of age. When the
time arrived for her to keep the promise, she discovered
that it was impossible for her to love her intended husband, so she asked him to release her from the engagement. This he did reluctantly, being greatly disappointed as he had conceived a strong passion for her.
"To sum up the whole matter, she thought that he
still loved her, and that disappointment and jealousy
had induced some species of temporary insanity and
that he was not wholly responsible for his mad conduct.
"The story was told with such charming ingenuity and
1 was so blinded by my love for her that I believed her
every word, though I did not feel entirely satisfied. I
considered the young man, at least, dangerous and lia- 132 THE  SMUGGLERS.
ble at any moment to involve both Miss Farwell and
myself into some vulgar mespris; and accordingly I insisted that hereafter she should decline to receive his
visits, and avoid as far as possible, meeting or holding
any intercourse whatever with him.
"At first the young lady positively refused to make
me any promises concerning her future treatment of
Mr. Wilson, challenging my right to dictate her course
of conduct towards her social acquaintances. feut I
was obdurate, and gave her the option to either renounce her friendship for Wilson or give up her marriage with me. This threat had the desired effect.
She chose the former alternative, but did so with a
show of considerable reluctance.
"After* reaching my room that night I lay in my bed
awake nearly all night in a state of perplexity and dissatisfaction. Though my fiance had told a very plausible story of her relations with Wilson, yet I could not
quiet some lingering doubts that would haunt me,
despite my efforts to drive them away. Before morning
I had mapped out a course of action in reference to Miss
Farwell. The plan was repugnant to me from its very
nature, but one which I believed myself justified in
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I discovered that she was deceiving me in regard to
Wilson, I would understand that she was false, and
in that event I was determined to end our engagement,
but if her conduct was such as to satisfy me that she
would respect her promise concerning that individual,
I would gladly welcome our wedding day.
"The evening following this determination, I.began a
systematic Watch upon the house occupied by the Far-
well family, and for four successive nights I made it a
practice to go to my sweetheart's residence as soon as it
became dark and conceal myself behind some shrubbery
near the house. From this point of vantage I could command full view of the entrance to the premises and I
could readily distinguish any individual the moment he
entered the gate. Here I would remain about two and
a half hours, or until I became satisfied that there was
no likelihood of visitors coming so late at night.
"The fourth night of my vigil was quite dark, and I
had barely reached my place of concealment when my
rival passed rapidly through the gate and up the graveled walk, entering the door without knocking. Before I
could decide what next to do, Wilson reappeared, followed by a lady, who, as soon as they had gained the
walk, took his arm and together they proceeded up the
street.    That lady was Ray Farwell. 104 fHE- sffifGGLmB.
"It would be a difficult task to describe my feelings*
I was angry and intensely mortified. I knew that Miss
Farwell had deliberately made preparations' for a walk
with Wilson, as she had taken the precaution to provide against my recognizing herr in the event of a chance
meeting, by wearing a drawn veil and other apparel
not familiar to me.
"But I was not be deceived. I knew her the moment
t saw her. I had too long contemplated her lovely
form and admired her graceful movements not to recognize her now.
"As soon as they passed ou$t of hearing, I left my hiding place and hurried after them. A few minutes rapid
walking brought me Within half a square behind them,
and accommodating my gait to their rate of speed, I followed them with the stealth of an Indian,
"Thus far I had not settled upon! any definite plan of
action, aftd I felt very undecided just what to do. I
knew that the lady ahead of me was Ray Fg§rwell? but
still I had no absolute proof of that fact I had fully
made Up my mind to break my marriage engagement
With her, but in order to justify my conduct to r;uy
friends, it would be necessary to have a final meeting,,
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giving an opportunity to countermand the invitations
to our wedding, and stop other preparations for that
event, which was already announced to take place early
in the following week. Of course, if I left them to themselves now, and sought an interview with her the following day, I believed she would simply deny having
been with Wilson, and it would be impossible for me to
substantiate my position and convince my friends that
I was not a jealous fool. I must confront her now, or
all my labor would be lost. In my desperation I evolved a plan to make a flank movement, circumambulate the.
couple, meet them face to face, use the same tactics employed by my rival, by requesting an interview with the
lady and then trust to future developments.
"Before I  could  execute this plan, however, I observed the objects of my nocturnal hunt quickly turn down •
an unfrequented street, and then suddenly disappear by
climbing an unlighted stairway to the second story of
a deserted store building.
"I halted at the foot of the stairs a moment in order
to give them time to enter a room above, and, then
with as little noise as possible, followed them. Passing
over a flight of rickety stairs, I found myself in a long
hallway that  was  dark  as the grave.    The only evi- 18$ -THE SMUGGLERS.
dence that the place contained human inhabitants wa&
the straggling rays of a light and the glow of a fire reflecting through the closed door of one of a row of office
rooms.
"I felt that my affiance and her more favored lover
were in that room. Why they went there, and what
they were doing there, I did not trust myself to even
conjecture.
"WThat to do next was another unsolved problem. I
did not feel disposed* to present myself at the door and
demand admittance. I knew that the request would
certainly be denied. Neither did I care to violate the
law by breaking in the door. My only plan was to
quietly wait until they should come out.
- "While busy with these reflections the door of the
room suddenly opened, a man passed out; closing the
door after him, he descended the stairs into the street.
He remained away about ten minutes, and returned
with a basket of wine, at least I judged so from the
tinkling sound of bottles in contact with each other.
As soon as he re-entered his room I pressed close to the
door to listen. The musical clink of wine glasses was
soon followed by merry laughter, and their conversation
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mentioned, and its utterance invariably called forth a
peal of mocking laughter from the lady and a succession of low, deep growls from the man.
"All this served to increase my anger and indignation
until I found myself almost foaming with fury. I could
scarcely restrain myself from kicking open the door and
assaulting them both, but better judgment prevailed, as
I became more accustomed to the jeers and taunts that
my name elicited. The incident of the wine and my
changing humor had suggested another plan to my
mind, which I concluded to put into operation. Descending to the street I first went to a conveniently
near hardware establishment and purchased a small
though heavy dark lantern. Then I went to the office
of the Mississippi Messenger Co., and engaged the services of a small boy.
"I instructed the messenger to go to Mr. Wilson's
room and tell him that his stallion, 'Young Brigham,' was
dangerously ill, and ask him to come to the stable immediately. Then returning to the scene of my vigil, I
awaited the result of my stratagem.
"It worked like a charm. A few seconds after the
boy had delivered his message, Wilson came tearing
down the stairs, three at a time and disappeared in the
direction of the barn. 138 THE SMUGGLERS.
"I mounted the stairs almost as rapidly as he had
descended, realizing that I had very little time to lose.
"The door of the room opened readily in response to
a turn of the knob, and I stepped inside.
"The lamp had been extinguished, but by the bright
glow of the fire in the stove, I discovered a richly furnished apartment, a table containing the remnants of a
supper, an elegant bed and beautiful woman lying dishabille upon it.
"Owing to the wine, I suppose, she did not recognize me when I entered the room; but as I approached
the side of the bed, she sprang into a sitting position,
uttered my name with a shriek of dismay, and then
sank back upon the pillows, covering her face with her
hands.
"This latter action revealed to me my mother's wedding ring upon her graceful but false finger. The sight
maddened me, and I grasped her hand, intending to
wrench the ring from her.
"She, perhaps not divining my purpose, and being
badly frightened, screamed, and fought with all her
strength.
"I dragged her to the floor, and had just succeeded
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"The end of this singular adventure will always remain a confused jumble of incidents to my memory.
About all I recall of the affair was a bullseye lantern
coming in swift and repeated contact with a ghastly,
blood-stained face, the heavy fall of a man to the floor,
a woman jerked into the air and dashed downward,
the overturned table, chairs and stove, and the appearance of a policeman.
"When I regained my senses, I found myself running
through the street with a ring, crushed and broken in
my clenched hand. The farther I went in the cool night
air, the calmer I became, and before I reached my
room, I bad so far recovered my composure, and being
under the influence of the reaction of the terrible excitement I had suffered, the whole of my love affair and its
tragic ending, seemed like a long-past and nearly-
forgotten dream.
"I had no need to make any explanations concerning the abandonment of my marriage project; the newspapers did that the morning after the adventure. This
agency also prompted me to leave the town on th e first
train.
"Before I left, however, I registered a vow by all
that I held sacred and dear that I would never marry 140 THE  SMUGGLERS.
any woman simply upon appearances; that before I
should take upon myself the solemn obligations to love,
protect, defend, cherish and support any woman, I must
know absolutely that that woman's previous life had
been pure and chaste."
Hamilton's intersting little story was finished. There
was not a word of truth in it, but it was one he had used
quite a number of times, and he seldom failed to win by
it. It was not original with him, and it is not unlikely that it has been employed to bring as many young
women to the gutter as any one of the thousand deceptions by which fresh supplies of innocent victims are
obtained for the sacrifice of lust.
After ending the narative, the self-made hero ceased
talking, and cast his eyes to the ceiling, his face assuming a dreamy expression, as if busy with memories of
the fading past. In reality he was listening for a question he knew was certain to come from his charmed
listener.
"But, Paul," Ida said after a few moments of thought,
"you say you would never marry a woman unless you
knew she was chaste. We are all liable to be deceived.
Now, how are you to know whether the conduct of your
proposed wife had always been what it should be, unless
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you had lived in the same house with her all your life?''
In reply the villian took up the Hebrew Bible from
its place on the center-table, and turning back to the
several Books of Moses, he pointed out to her the laws
respecting the chastity of women. One of them was to
the effect "that if a man take unto himself a wife and
the tokens of virginity be not found, then shall the men
of the. city stone her with stones that she may die."
This paragraph he insisted upon her reading*with special care, so that she would understand its full meaning.
"Wow," he argued, "my proposition to the woman
who would become my wife, is, that instead of decreeing
her to the fate proscribed by Holy Writ for women
convicted of treachery after marriage, I would insist
upon her proving her virginity before marriage^ by the
way in which these laws imply that it can be be done."
She saw his meaning now, and the discovery crushed
her.,
"Oh, Paul," she protested, "you surely could not expect any pure-minded woman to submit to the test you
propose?"
"No," he answered with assumed frankness; not "unless.she loved me with all the devotion and trustfullness
that I shall demand from the woman whom I shall
aake my wife." 142 THE SMUGGLERS.
"When we first knew that we loved each other," he
continued; "I warned you that perhaps we could never
be married, and that we had better avoid each other.
In the last hour I said to you that if we were not married soon, it would be your fault, not mine. You fully
understand the situation. I shall not attempt to persuade you or influence your decision in the matter.
You must think it over, and use your own judgment."
It had grown quite late, and Hamilton arose from
his chair with an affectionate good-night. Then he left
her to sleep the sleep of the self-satisfied, knowing well
that she had drank deeply of the subtile poison he had
prepared for her. TSCB SMUGGLERS.
CHAPTER XVI
The schooner Mermaid sped on through the briny
vaters of Juan de Fuca, the wind freshening every moment as she bore away from shore.
The smugglers were highly pleased with their day's
work.    But not so the Chinese prisoner.
"Why you boy-kid mle?" that individual asked> some*
Iphat mixed in his use of the occidental language
Hamilton then charged him with his duplicity, and
Repeated almost verbatim the terms of his treacherous
compact with Special Deputy Bovine.
"How you know sat?" Yung demanded, his seifccom*
placency utterly vanished, and astonishment and chagrin
prevailing.
By some very artful prevarication, Hamilton made
Yung believe that the special deputy himself was his
source of information, and that that same person had or* 144 THE  SMUGGLERS.
iginated the plan to kidnap him, and h ad commissioned
the smuggler to perform that office. He further explained
that the customs authorities had become suspicious of
Yung, and it was the intention-to secure him and have
him tried by a United States tribunal, convicted and confined in the government prison, in order to get him out
of the way. Tee's anger at this supposed contumacions
treatment was to the full limit of Eastern indignation.
"E damme lascal," he vociferated. "Me pay he heap
mloney evly mont; he play me deity tlick; me have him
flied," (discharged.) Then seemingly recognizing the
disadvantage of his present condition of mind, he, by a
sudden effort, regained his composure, and attempted by
free offerings of money to bribe Hamilton into returning
with him to Victoria, but the smuggler was steadfast in
declining all advances of this nature, repeatedly declaring that nothing would satisfy him except to follow out
his original plan, to place his prisoner in the hands of
the United States authorities, and to expose the United
States custom officials. Lee practiced every art and
wile of which he was master, made a great many extravagant offers, promised, threatened, begged and implored,
but to no purpose. The Mermaid kept on her way; but
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ville bay, and just as the day began to break, dropped
anchor within half a mile of the Kuhnville Customs
House. Then with closed cabin the two brothers had a
long, confidential talk with their prisoner, in which they
promised him liberty and free return passage to his
home, providing he would render them the most implicit
obedience during the next few hours.
The Chinaman was overwhelmed with joy at the prospect of getting out of the impending trouble, and willingly agreed to do their bidding, then and at all other times,
provided they would keep their word and take him back
to Victoria. Leaving Yung under Billy's charge, Paul
took a tender and rowed ashore. Making his boat fast
to the wharf, he climbed the old rickety, slippery stairs
and gained the dock. A ten minutes rapid walk through
the streets of the city, brought him to the home of his
friend, Attorney Wilton,
Wilton had not yet arisen, and did not respond to the
door bell for some moments after the smuggler's ring;
but upon his appearance in dressing gown and slippers,
he displayed considerable surprise on learning the iden*
tity of his visitor, but nevertheless gave him his customary cordial greeting. He invited Hamilton into the sit*
ting room, where a recently lighted fire was just begin- i40' TtfE SMtTGGLERS^
ning to dispel the accumulation of cold, damp* afmos^
phere which prevails during the winter season. Paul
first apologized for" his untimely callrand then proceeded
to relate the whole of hi& adventures to his friend, soliciting his assistance and advice in exectiting: a little plan
which he bad formulated concerning the disposal of the
Chinese agent,, and the future dealings with the customs
officials. Wilton listened attentively to the storyr greatly
interested and amused by its recital,, though he could
not help but see that there Was a prospect of some serious trouble ahead for hm friend. He was perfectly willing to advise With Hamilton respecting the best course
to pursue;; brat to his proposal to assist him in carrying:
out his some-what questionable scheme,, he felt a little
hesitancy.
"Take breakfast with me old man," he saidf "and then
we'll look up Hallam and talk the thing over with him."
Hallani was soon found,- and the three men repaired
to the office of the attorneys, where they discussed the
inatter from every standpoint that suggested itself
Finally they agreecl that the plan of operation which the
smuggler had unfolded to them was a practical one, and
the two attorneys consented to assist Hamilton and his
brother in their capacity as lawyers.
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The furtherance of Hamilton's plans now required an
adjournment to the cabin of the Mermaid, which move
was accomplished in short order. Upon their arrival,
they found Billy and the Chinese prsioner deeply interested in a game of poker, and from the quantity of gold
stacked on Billy's side of the table, it was plain that the
American was the gainer by considerable odds, and it
was not difficult to conjecture that Yung purposely permitted him to win.
Calling the Chinaman aside, the lawyers subjected that
individual to an hour's, or more, questioning and cross-
questioning which resulted very satisfactorily to the interrogators. Lee gave them a list of the members of the
Puget Sound smuggling ring, which included many prominent characters and wealthy persons of Western Washington and Northern Oregon. Conspicuous among them
was the collector of customs and his, special deputy.
The collector, Yung explained, really owed his appointment to the smuggling ring, the influence of that corporation being so powerful and far-reaching that it could
make or unmake a collector of customs at will. The
agent further stated that the ring always required a
pledge from the proposed candidate for the collectorship,
that he would in nowise interfere with the operations of f4§ f HE" SMUGGLERS".
their business, giving him the Option of taking an active
interest in- the traffic himself/ and of becoming one of
them?. The present collector had very readily invested
in the business, as had his predecessors for years before.
Thm confession Wilton had reduced to writing, and
made into the form of an affidavit. He also took the
precaution to have Yung copy it in his own handwritings
(he being able to write English in an humble sort of
way)and to swear him to the truth of its contents> affixing his seal as notary public. Yung was then requested to Write a note to the special deputy collector representing himself as being in dire distress, and half imploring and half commanding that official to come to his assistance as soon as- possible. The note was given to Billy, Who, in turn, delivered it in person to Mr. Bovine.
The special deputy in response soon appeared on the
deck of the schooner, accompanied by no less a person
than the collector himself. The introduction of this last
named individual into the play was wholly unexpected,,
somewhat disconcerting the smuggler and his friends,,
and involving' a few changes in the program, prearranged for receiving their visitor. In the latter plan it was
deemed advisable ,that the two attorneys should not be
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decided that they should be stowed away behind the thin
partition which separated the cabin from the forecastle,
but which did not prevent them from hearing any
conversation that might be carried on in an ordinary
tone of voice, by the inmates of the cabin.
The collector and his deputy presented themselves at
the door of the cabin with a very assertive rap, and entered with all the swagger and arrogance, commonly affected by a person of small intellect, or the recipient
of accidental authority. Especially were the antics of
the collector ludicrous in the extreme He was a small,
undersized, slender fellow of perhaps less than one hundred and twenty pounds weight; yet, despite these disadvantages, he made some very heroic efforts to imitate
the ponderous manners and speech of an ex-president
of the United States.
The two officials were greatly surprised to be received
by Hamilton in his capacity as master of the vessel, as
they had, previously, some slight acquaintance with
him, but they were too fearful of compromising the dig-
ity of their official positions to betray such a vulgar
thing as astonishment.
From the same cause, perhaps, they failed to see
Hamilton's hand extended to welcome them.     They 150 THE  SMUGGLERS.
could unbend sufficiently, however, to be seated and
did so, and then proceeded to survey the cabin and its
contents with a display of the most offensive  insolence.
In reply to the smuggler's somewhat brusque inquiry
as to the nature of their visit, the collector first
spread himself over the seat with great care and
deliberation, as if apprehensive that the chair wTould
fall to pieces under him, and placing his arms in such a
position as if covering an immense abdomen, said:
"From the nature of the communication received by
my special deputy, Mr. Bovine, this morning, I understand that this vessel has been used for the purpose of
illegally transporting a Chinese person named Lee
Yung unto the United States of America. I am also informed by the same medium that Lee Yung, the Chinese
person, claims to have been abducted. He says that he
was enticed aboard this vessel while she lay in British
waters, and he was brought into this country against
his will. Your attitude would indicate that you are
the master of this vessel, and, I suppose, the perpetrator of this, at least, strange species of conduct, and I
now demand that you make me a satisfactory explanation of the matter or surrender yourself a prisoner to
the United States Government, charged with the crime
. of smuggling. THE SMUGGLERS.
*'I shall also be obliged, under the law, to seize your
vessel," continued the great man, "and upon conviction
of the crime charged, she will be confiscated to the
United States."
"I am the master and owner of this vessel," Hamilton replied. "She has been used for the purpose of transporting a Chinese -person named Lee Yung, also fifty
pounds of contraband opium into the United States,
in violation of law. I make you this explanation because it serves my purpose to do so, but I do not think
you will arrest me or seize my vessel. I will further
advise you to drop your nonsense and talk business on
business principles, or I shall insist upon" being arrested
and tried for smuggling."
"This is certainly an extraordinary confession," the
collector remarked, slowly shaking a pair of imaginary
fat jowls, and making a pretense of a struggle to open
wide a pair of piggish eyes, as if they were customarily
held in a half closed position by the surrounding adipose tissue. "It must be that you have some good reasons for making it. Most smugglers are satisfied to wait
very patiently for arrest and conviction of their peculiar
crimes, rather than invite and take pains to facilitate
such process." 152 THE  SMUGGLERS.
"You have rightly conjectured," Paul returned. "I
am a smuggler, and I have good reasons for confessing
myself one, I do so for the purpose of establishing
a bond of sympathy between you and myself, as a preliminary to arranging matters with you in which I can
carry on my business under more favorable circumstances than heretofore. I know that you are engaged
in smuggling, and that you are in receipt of a very
large revenue from the proceeds of such business. I
also know that it is impossible for you to supply the
demand for contraband opium in this country, and I am
informed by Lee Yung that your passenger service is so
incomplete that.you are unable to transport the Chinese
coolies who arrive in British Columbia ports without
subjecting the emigrant agent to some vexatious delays.
IsTow my object in bringing Lee Yung over with me last
night was for the purpose of facilitating a plan which
I have in view, and by which I can pay you a certain
per cent, of my earnings, and in exchange be permitted
to carry on my business with immunity from arrest by
the United States authorities, and free from interference
by the dustom officials."
The effect of this peroration upon the collector was
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rogance of tone completely vanished, leaving nothing
but a feeble-looking, little manikin with a weak voice
and watery eyes.
"Captain Hamilton," began this now really pitiable
object, you accuse me of being a smuggler, what available evidence have you to'prove your assertions?"
"The affidavit of your agent, Lee Yung, and the testimony of three reputable citizens, who overheard your
deputy, Mr. Bovine, negotiating in your name for a commission to smuggle a large consignment of Chinese;
at the same time the conversation carried on plainly
conveyed by implication, and even by positive assertion,
that you had a long standing agreement with Yung
to bring coolies into the United States, and that you
had frequently done so under the stipulations of the
contract, and that these several transactions had been
satisfactory to all parties concerned."
"How did you and your friends chance to overhear
this alleged conversation?" the collector next asked.
Paul then related his adventures in Yung's establishment using sufficient exaggeration and coloring matter
to strengthen the case all that was possible.
Instead of telling the true circumstances of his visit to
the  Chinese  immigration  agent,  he declared that he t$4c THE SMUGGLERS'.
and two friends, Kuhnville attorneys of high standings
Were walking, through the Chinese district in Victoria,,
and chanced to see the deputy collector enter Yung's
place. The attorneys were friends of Mr. Bovine, and
this fact prompted them to follow him for the purpose
of inviting him to join them in their walk. He then
described,, with more or less accuracy, the locking-up
process, the escape and refuge in the room adjoining
the one occupied by Yung and the deputy, representing
th at his legal friends, as well as himself, were participants in the adventure^
The conversation which took place between Bovine
and Yung, and which the smuggler declared that himself and companions overheard,, was repeated almost
verbatim, special stress -being placed upon the details
concerning the proposed capture of the Mermaid, very
much to the chagrin of the special deputy, who sat dur -
ing .the whole of the recital with a look of savage disgust upon his bull-dog face.
"Mr. Hamilton," said the now thoroughly subdued
collector of customs, "I must acknowledge that this
most remarkable story you have just told, would tend
to the belief that you had accidentally discovered an
important secret of the Puget Sound customs service; THE SMUGGLERS.
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but I wish you to thoroughly understand that I make
no confession to that effect. .Now, if I accede to your
request to carry on your business without interference
by the revenue officers, what assurance have I that you
and your friends will respect the confidence imposed in
you, and keep inviolate this great secret, you consider
so damaging to me?
"By the way," he added with careful politeness, "will
you tell me the names of those Kuhnville attorneys,
who, you say, shared this remarkable adventure with
you?"
"As for myself," the smuggler replied, "it would be
contrary to my own interests to violate your confidence
in any respect, and I have the pledges of my friends
that they will also keep the secret.
"As you wish to know the gentlemen, I will invite
them here to meet you and request them to repeat their
promises in your presence; also," the smuggler added,
"it would be convenient to have them here as witnesses
to our compact."
Before the astonished collector could interpose his expostulations, Hamilton had thrown open the door leading into the forecastle, and revealed the two enterprising lawyers, sitting with note books in hand, appar- Ibfi THE SMUGGLERS.
ently having made a written report of the entire conversation.
Upon being discovered Hallam and Wilton both came
forward and cordially greeted the collector and his>
subordinate;, and then the entire party seemecV te simultaneously recognize the ludicrousness of the whole affair,, they of one accord burst into hearty laughter.
This had the effect of promptly restoring the drooping spirits of the two officers and they consented to joia
the others in a bottle of wine, which Hamilton produced from the depths of his- private locker.
Under the genial influence of frequent libations, the
deferred compact between the smugglers and collector
was agreed upon in the presence of the whole party r
and duly ratified with appropriate ceremonies*. TOE SMUGGLERS.
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CHAPTER XVII
For several weeks after the conversation   with Ger*
j trude Allen,  Jonathan Mather gave the whole of his
spare time trying to formulate some plan by which he
would gain the name and standing for himself that the
lady exacted as a condition of his marriage with her.
He realized that literature was the only available
field in which he could hope to make anything like an
approach to success, but it was quite difficult to determine in what branch of that profession he could direct
his efforts in order to gain the best results.
He wished to consult with Miss Allen in regard to the
matter, but she positively declined to make any Suggestions, whatsoever. Using every precaution to conceal the
intense interest he felt, he would nonchantly solicit the
advice of his most intimate friends as to the best course
to pursue, but met with very little encouragement, 158 |the smugglers.
At last he decided to make a beginning by writing a
series of magazine articles, treating of the Indian tribes
of the Northwest. The facts that he possessed a strongly
developed taste for ethnological studies, and the state of
"Washington being especially rich in undiscovered material for a work of that character, were potent factors in
his  decision. Kitlif
The very day he had settled the matter with himself,
he set to work with all the earnestness and energy at
his command to accomplish his object. He made daily
visits to the outlying Indian camps, no matter what
weather confronted him, making friends with the savages, learning their language, studying their habits and
making every endeavor to form a proper conception of
their natural instincts, ambitions, ethical and social
conditions, and their intellectual status as compared
with the mind-development of the white race.
His evenings were spent putting those acquired impressions into manuscript form, and consulting books
and pamphlets so as to know the opinions of other
writers upon this subject.
The longer he worked and the harder he strove the
more interest he developed in his labors.
He knew that the secret of literary success was to THE smugglers.
153
portray nothing but the truth, and to do so in such a
way that it would interest every class of readers. He
labored to follow this precedent, and even astonished
himself with the progress made and the results obtained.
In three months his .great work was finished. He had
written an exhaustive treatise of the Pacific Coast Indians, including a full set of drawings of their various
and many kinds of dwellings, pottery, implements and
weapons used in hunting, fishing and warfare, to be
used to illustrate his article
It was with considerable satisfaction that he submitted his article to Miss Allen, and asked her to criticize
it. This she emphatically declined to do. She read it
carefully, but without expressing either approval or
condemnation, though Mather noticed with a great deal
of satisfaction that the perusal of his writings seemed
to afford her considerable pleasure.
With trembling and misgivings, the young author inclosed his manuscript to the Present Age} with the request
that it be accepted at whatever value the publisher might
place upon it. He took the precaution to inclose stamps
for the return of his paper in case it was rejected.
Without waiting to learn the fate of his treatise, he 160 the smugglers.
immediately set to work compiling the legends, traditions and songs of the Indians, and preparing this material for another magazine article or book contribution..
He was compelled to wait fully a month before the
publisher of the Present Age replied to his request for
space in the periodical, but one day the answer came,
bringing with it a flood of happiness for Mather. The
editor of the magazine had written a short note, accepting Mr. Mather's contribution, and complimenting him
upon the excellence of his article, his felicitous selection
of that subject for his literary efforts, as very little
scientific knowledge of the Indians of the Northwest
had as yet been obtained. He also inclosed a check for
one hundred dollars, expressing a desire that the young
man would continue to contribute to the magazine, intimating that in course of time he would find such employment much more remunerative than at present,
A few weeks after the letter had been received, the
first installment of the paper appeared in the Present
Age, and, though the interest that the citizens of Kuhnville felt for the natives seldom. extended to a greater
degree than that engendered by an occassional exchage
of worn clothing for supplies of clams, yet the frequent
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ticle created a large demand for those numbers of the
magazine containing its publication. Nearly everybody
in town purchased a copy of the magazine, and the
local newspapers kindly gave it several colums of favorable criticism.
But little did Jonathan Mather care for the comments, private or public, that his literary success had
elicited, except those of one individual. That one individual had been the source of inspiration which had
made the success possible, and her congratulations only
could now afford him genuine pleasure.
The evening of the day in which that special edition
of the Present Age had been circulated in Kuhnville,
Miss Allen sent for him, requesting him to dine with
her, and spend the evening.
She met him at the door, and though she made no
mention of his suddenly acquired fame, yet he knew by
her manner that she felt even a greater degree of pride
in his achievement than he did himself. He spent the
evening with her alone, she having denied herself to all
other callers, and his enjoyment of this occasion will
always remain one of the most pleasant memories of his
life.
Very little was said about the magazine article, or the M2f THE SMUGGLERS;
editor's proposition. Miss Allen, beyond a few words of
formal compliment, made no mention of the great success*
of his experiment.
He, too,- front feelings of modesty, would have refrained from talking, of it, bust Gertrude encouaraged him
to tell her the whole story of his labors.
He began his naratrve with his ctistomary diffidence
and awkwardness, but he soon became so thoroughly
absorbed in? his own story, thai he became fairly eloquent Seeing her manifest so much interest in his
talk, encouraged him to speak of his future, and several
times he detected himself inadvertently,, and only by
inference, including her is some of his plans. She did
not interrupt him as formerly,- or even* show that she
either heard or understood the drift of his argument,,
but let him tell the whole of h j& dream.
Mather did not permit his triumph and prospects of
making a Wealthy marriage, however, to interfere with
nis literary work. In fact, m> intensely interested
~1iad he become in his work that every thing else
had become a secondary consideration. Though he
still held his position as principal of the school,- yet it
was plainly apparent to himself as well as all others
interested, that he was neglecting, his educational dutiesr
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and that he was but little more than a useless adjunct
to the school. Not wishing to invoke the displeasure
of the public, he offered . his resignation to the school
board, but because of the fact that it was only a few
weeks till vacation, when his term of service would expire, the directors refused to accept the withdrawal.
So he continued to toil on in the literary field and to
draw his salary,
Mather's lack of self-appreciation, and the total absence of vanity in his composition, had, at first, preven-
ed him from experiencing the full enjoyment of his literary triumph. In the past few weeks he had advanced very high in popular esteem. The doors of the
best houses in the village were open to him, and the
few thinking, progressive people, were eager to include his name in their lists of visitors.
Though he enjoyed the companionship of persons of
similar tastes and habits of thought as himself, yet he
could not be called socially inclined.
At first he declined many of the invitations extended
to him, on the plea that he wished to devote his spare
time to his literary work, but Miss Allen very adroitly
brought him to see the matter in a difierent light.
She knew the immense advantages that good social itf4 1?HE SMUGGLERS.
standing would be to him, and she urged him to devote
a portion of his time to the study of his neighbors of
European descent, so as to know something of them as
well as of the more interesting natives.
So he entered society, attending all the private and
public entertainments, and soon became quite a social
lion. Everywhere he went he was treated as the chief
personage, though greatly against his will.
The deference shown him, and the attention paid to
him was extremely distasteful because he did not feel
that he had done anything to merit such distinction.
Miss Allen often accompainied him to these places of
amusement, and her companionship was really the only
enjoyable feature to him of this new departure.
But during all this time the ground was being stealth-
fully excavated from under the young man's feet, and a
deep pit prepared into which he was fated to experience a heavy and disastrous fall.
One Sunday morning he arose from his bed feeling
unusually cheerful and happy. The day before had been
spent gathering material for a long article, which was
almost completed.
He had met with wonderfully good success, stumbling
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advanced ethnologists had been searching for years.
It was now in his power to establish the proofs that
would convert a long contended theory into a scientific
fact. By dint of hard work he could finish the article
today, and tomorrow the eyes of the scientific world
would be upon him.
So absorbed was he with work before him that upon
taking his place at the breakfast table he did not see the
curious glances that the other inmates of the house
bestowed upon him, nor the feeling of constraint his
presence seemed to engender.
Upon returning to his room he noticed that some one
had been there during his absence and kindly placed a
copy of the Morning Light in a conspicuous position upon
his writing desk This attention puzzled him for a moment, as it was well known that he had such a strong
feeling of aversion for that newspaper and its publishers that he never read it, prefering to depend upon the
Seattle Post-Intelligencer for the news happenings of the
town.
Mather tossed the journal aside without reading it. '
It was well that he did so.     Had he perused the leading article in its columns then, he would have never
given to the world the benefits of his great sientific dis- 166 THE SMUGGLERS.
covery, and the whole tenor and trend of his life would
have been changed.
As it was he applied himself to the work before him
with all the energy at his command, scarcely stopping a
moment during the day, except for meals, and as twilight
approached he had the satisfaction of seeing his great
task completed and ready for the mail.
Lately he had made it his habit to visit Miss Allen every Sunday evening, and as he did not intend to make
this one an exception, he made a hasty toilet and set forth
with a light, happy heart. Before leaving the room, he
thrust his bundle into his pocket, intending to again
look over it with his lady friend, and deposit it in the
mail box on his return
Miss Allen received him at the door with a look of
surprise plainly depicted upon her face, and he could
not help noticing that her invitation to him to enter was
not given with her customary cordiality.
Her tone S made him hesitate while in the act of removing his great coat, and turning to her he inquired:
"Did you not expect me this evening, Gertrude?"
"No, Mr. Mather," she replied, "I did not expect you
to-night, but I am glad you came."
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pleasure his presence afforded her, but being assured by
her words, he followed her into the reception room.
His intellect was, according to Kant's system of philosophy, a subjective one. He belonged to the feeling
kind of person rather then the observing. If Miss Allen was displeased with him, it would require some little time for him to absorb enough of the contagion of
her anger to realize that fact.
"I have just finished the article I have told you of so
often, and,''he said laughingly, "I.wishyou would look
it over and make any friendly suggestions and criticisms
that might occur to you."
He handed her the manuscript, which she took without comment, but the look of surprise which she had
worn since his arrival became deeper.
She looked him steadily in the face for a few moments
and said:
"I am surprised that you have the ambition to continue your literary labors after the discouraging comments published in this morning's Light."
"Discouraging comments?" echoed Mather, "was there
anything in the paper discouraging to me? I was so
busy I did not read the Light this morning."
"I think then you  had better read it now," Miss 168 THE  SMUGGLERS.
Allen  quietly said,  bringing him a copy of that journal from an adjoining room.
Mather scanned the contents of the sheet until his
eyes rested upon the following caption and sensational
article:
"An Enterprising Plagiarist."
"Kuhnville has a genius who is a genius.
"Two years ago the local board of school directors
conceived the idea that old Professor James, who had
previously served the Kuhnville schools as principal
for twelve years, was no longer equal to the task of
further instructing the youth of this rapidly-growing,
rapidly-civilizing city. So the faithful old pedagogue
was fired out, and the services of a young man, who
could read Greek without having to spell a single word,
who was as familiar with all the wonders of earth, air
and sea, as Jimmie McFadden is with the furnishings
of the city jail, and who was so intellectual that he -
didn't believe in God, was secured at an advanced salary.
"Jonathan Mather first illuminated our shores by the
light of his countenance September 10th, 18—, and engaged at once in an attempt to astonish the natives.
The simple-minded citizens of this village, however, did
not exactly understand what was. the matter with him.
His Boston air, Harvard clothes, Grecian frown, and
eyebrow elevations only elicited commiseration. It was
,the popular opinion that the unfortunate youth was
farm-bred, and suffered from diffidence.   Recent events THE SMUGGLERS,
169
have shown how badly mistaken were these same good
people in the youth's character, and proved Brother
Jonathan one of the smoothest adventurers and confidence men that has penetrated west of the Rockies!
About four months ago Kuhnville's social contingent was
greatly excited upon learning that it had been entertaining an angel unawares. A literary lion, fangs,
teeth and tail, had suddenly sprung into our midst with
a mighty bound, and the awe-stricken inhabitants sank
to the earth upon their trembling knees.
"Jonathan Mather had written a scientific article on
the Washington Indians and published in the Present
Age, and for which he was paid a large sum of money
by that publication.
uIt transpires that he stole every word of that famous production. The whole of the article, with the exception
of a few slight changes in diction, was written by a
man of the name of Jules Laporte, and published it in
serial numbers in the Salem Constitution twenty years
ago.
"The supposition is that Mather had, by some means,
obtained the newspaper containing the article and recognizing its merits, rewrote it and sold it, believing he
could appropriate it without detection because of its
having been puplished so long ago.
"His aim was certainly good, but his bullet fell short.
The present editor of the Constitution, Mr. Baldwin,
chanced to be looking over the old files of his paper a
few days ago and discovered the original Laporte contribution. He had also read the same thing in a late
copy of the Present Age.
"He suspected something wrong.
"By inquiry he learned that Laporte died ten years 170 THE SMUGGLERS.
ago, and could not have resold the article, and according
to the biographical sketch of Matherr printed in the
magazine, that young man must have been less than five
years, of age when the article was first published.
"It was a plain case of literary piracy.
"Editor Baldwin was justly indignant at the fraud
that had been perpetrated upon the publisher of the
magazine as well as on the public generally. Having several copies of the paper containing the Laporte contribution, he forwarded one of them to the Present
Age, at the same time sending a note of explanation to
its editor. He also printed an exposure of the whole
affair, including the reply received from the publishers
of the periodical, who threaten to* prosecute Mr. Mather
for obtaining money under false pretences.
"Following is a scathing editorial on the subject reproduced from the Constitution:
"Now comes a still more interesting sequel to this
highly sensational story;
"A well authenticated rumor reaches us, to the effect
that the literary success Mather hoped to achieve by
his fraudulent methods was a condition to his contracting a wealthy matrimonial alliance.
"During his residence in this city, the young man
has succeeded in insinuating himself into the good
graces of one of the wealthiest heiresses of the Pacific
Coast. Though the lady is very intelligent, this shrewd
scoundrel deceived her into regarding him as a profound
scholar, and a person with a brilliant future before him.
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his intended victim, but she being somewhat of a practical nature, invariably refused the honor, until lately
when she agreed to a kind of understanding with him,
to the effect that if he would prove himself to possess '
the great ability, of which he has so often boasted, she
would marry him.
"The meanest part of the whole business is that this
fascinating school-master made his relations with the
unfortunate lady a matter of public gossip; making it a
practice to saddle his story on to anybody and everybody who.had the patience to listen to it.
"The Morning Light extends its congratulations to
the young lady for her providential escape from such an
entanglement, and will advise her, as well as its many
other readers to always patronize home industry.
"It would be well if some of our people would get rid
of the idea that all excellence and virtue are the exclusive properties of the inhabitants of the Eastern states.
The wild and woolly West may be a little behind in the
newest fad in aesthetic transcendentalism, and, perhaps,
the latest colors for the topmost stripe of a lady's
stocking may not as yet have reached us, but in the
essentials of true manhood and gentle womanhood the
Pacific Coast civilization is equal to any ori God's green
footstool." ITS? *he smugglers
a^:   CHAPTER XVIII.
Ida Huntington had thought it all over, as her lover
advised. In fact for ten days the poor child had thought
of nothing else.'
At first she had resolved that it was impossible for her
to comply with the conditions Hamilton exacted to her
marriage with him. She could not surrender her purity,
not even for him, but she hadn't the courage to tell him
of her decision, and dismiss him forever. She began
making, experiments-by banishing him from her thoughts
and trying to wean herself of her love for him. But it
was no use, Try as hard as she would, his handsome
face and gallant form haunted her like a familiar spirit.
She could not give him up, and it Was equally hard to
humble herself by submitting to his  infamous proposal*
What should  she do? the smugglers. 173
Hamilton, in the meanwhile, was biding his time, patiently waiting for her to come to him, and lay at his
feet the most sacred treasure of woman's life, her chastity.
He never doubted a moment but what she would come
the moment he bade her to; but it would seem the greater
victory if she came unsolicited. So he kept aloof from
her, making a pretense of avoiding her, thinking by
such tactics to sooner wear out her heart.
One day the sun shone brightly and all indications
seemed to promise clear weather, Ida went out for a long
walk. She wished to get away from the house for a
while, and think over her trouble alone.
Taking the street that led towards the sea shore, she
walked mechanically along for several miles past the city
limits, until she reached the beach.
Ever busy with her thoughts and dreams, she did not
realize how far she had gone, but kept on. She walked
on the sand, the tide being about on the turn, for an
hour or two. x
At last she reached a point that jutted out into the sea,
which was formed of rocks, too rough and slippery for her
tender feet.
Here she halted and turned back, intending to retrace
her steps homeward, but to her dismay, she found her- 174 THE  SMUGGLERS.
self nearly surrounded by the flooding tide. The path
along the beach she had just traversed was now covered
by several feet of water; it was impossible to continue on,
and the shore line, at the point'where she was standing,
arose almost perpendicular, forming a cliff an hundred
feet high or more.
The water was rapidly rising, and she knew that some
thing must be done immediately.
Gathering up her skirts she ran to the cliff, but it being to preciptitous to climb, she followed along the sea,
over the stones, for a quarter of a mile farther, to a place
less steep. Here she found a well beaten path running
obliquely over the hill, and which connected with a wagon road at the top.
Feeling that she was now safe, and being almost overcome from fright and fatigue, she sank down upon a huge
rock to rest a while, before climbing the hill.
She soon recovered herself and was preparing to resume her journey, when she noticed a man coming over
the brow of the hill, and down the path by which she intended to ascend. S&Sl
The path was too narrow for two persons to pass each
other with any degree of safety, so she waited for the
traveller to descend before starting. fHE SMUGGLERS. l¥&
As he approached she almost screamed with surprise
aipon recognizing her lover, the urbane Mr. Hamilton.
.She had scarcely spoken to him for the past week-, though
«he had thought of nothing else, and meeting him at
the present time, so unexpectedly, filled her with delight.
He, too, seemed quite pleased to meet her, and stood
gazing at her in silent admiration, while she related the
story of her morning adventure
He explained his presence there by saying that he was
looking for the tender to his schooner, which had been
washed overboard in a storm several nights before, and
which he thought might have drifted ashore somewhere
in the vicinity of the bluff.
He had sent his friend, Mr. Wilson, on ahead of him,
to search the shore at a point several miles beyond. He
was now waiting for that individual to return*
But with Ida's permission he would walk home with
her instead, and let Billy find his way alone*
Before starting, however, he asked her if she had ever
seen the Coldspring cave, and upon her replying in the
negative, suggested that they visit that place which was
only a short distance away.
They walked slowly and lovingly, arm in, arm along
the shore a quarter  of a mile, and then by a short* 17G THE SMUGGLERS..
sharp struggle up the bluff, an hundred yards or more j
they stood in the mouth of the cave.
It Was a. beautiful place. About seven feet high,
twelve feet wide, and extending back under the hill, no
one knew how far. The walls and roof of the cavern
were covered with rich velvet-like mosses, which in
turn were studded with sparkling stones of crystalline
formation, and long, grim looking stalactites descended
downward to meet the hugh stalagmites pointing upward, looking like the jaws of a mythical dragon. In
the middle of the floor, thirty or forty feet from the entrance, was a spring, bubbling and pouring its clear,
cool stream, into the narrow channel over the rocky
floor, carrying the water out and on to the sea.
"Oh, Paul," Ida exclaimed, "what a lovely place!
but," she added, turning her pretty head first on one
side and then on the other, "don't you smell a pipe?"
"Why, I don't believe I do," returned the other. "I
had just finished a cigar before I met you, and perhaps
it is the scent of tobacco on my clothes that seems so
offensive."
"No," said the girl. "It isn't cigar smoke. I guess
it is something burning on the beach. "Oh, dear," she
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have a good, long talk with you for almost a week."
"Yes," he said, "I am glad we happened^ to meet today. I, too, wanted to talk with you. At least," he
added, his tones assuming a slightly sad inflection, "I
want to say good-bye; I am going away tomorrow."
"Not to stay?" Ida asked quickly, with a look of
alarm over-spreading her sweet face.
"Yes," he again answered, "I am going away to stay.
I think it is best," he continued after a moment's pause,
"best for you and best for me."
"Oh, Paul," she said, the brightness leaving her face
and the old troubled expressson taking its place, "why
must we be separated? We love each-other; why can't
we be married and live together like other people?"
"You know why." he answered with increasing sadness. The responsibility rests with you and not with
me."
"You can't know^ how unhappy I am," cried the poor
girl, "or you wouldn't treat me so. Must I do that
dreadful thing before you will be satisfied about me?"
"Yes," he replied with stern earnestness. But, I'll
tell you, Ida, I am sorry that I have gone so far in this
matter. I'd much rather go away than urge you to do
anything against your will, and especially when it causes 17$ THE* SMUGGLERS.
you such great suffering, I will go away tomorrow,
and in a few ^ears we can outgrow our lt>ve and forget each other."
"Oh, I cant bear the thought," Ida sobbed. It will
aearly kill me, I suppose I must give up. Could we
not make all our preparations for our wedding first, and
then, just the day belore the ceremony, do what you
want to?"
"I donrt know but that would answer as well as any-
thing," he returned with Machiavelian diplomacy.
"No," he continued after a second's pause,- "yon would
fail to keep youy promise at the last moment, or something would occur to interrupt us,- and then I would be
obliged to run away. No, Ida;: we must give up our
Jbolish dream of love, and not even talk of it any more.
I shall go away tomorrow and that will end the whole
matter. Come, dear," he continued, affectionately taking her hand in his, as if to lead her away; "let us go
home. It's not far from dinner-time, and your mamma
might feel uneasy about you."
She did not move, but stood with downcast eyes, and
an irresolute expression on her face.
"Then, for God's sake, Paul," she cried, "what must
I do to keep you* with me?"
V2 THE   SMUGGLERS.
"Leave the door of your bed chamber unlocked, and
expect me in there about eleven o'clock tonight."
Her head drooped still lower, hiding a white, haggard face, which a moment's suffering had interlaced
with deep-drawn lines. She was so agitated that she
could hardly stand, but he supported her swaying form
in his arms and held her until she regained strength.
He had won, but what a victory!
The walk home was almost in silence. He made several ineffectual attempts to calm the girl by diverting
her attention with a few common-place remarks, but
she gave little heed to him.
She was too excited for intelligent, coherent thought,
but the processes of her mind had never been more
active.
Instinct was laboring to warn her of impending ruin;
trying to impress upon her the fact that she had pledged herself to violate a social law that was zealously
guarded by a most vengeful Nemesis. To commit the
act that she contemplated was to defeat all the purposes
of her womanhood. It would humble her pride, destroy her natural ambition for motherhood, rob her of
the power to form any earnest conception of human life
and its environment—the awful mysteries of past, pres- 180 THE SMUGGLERS.
ent and future, and condemn her to the existence of®
mere plaything. Beautiful plaything to be sure, and
one which required untold and incomprehensible ages
to construct; and all for a plaything,
.Reason, on the other hand, was contending that the
act was a natural one, simply a response to the second
great law of nature, the preliminary to reproduction
and an attendant to. that divine passion, love of off-
* spring. Sexual surrender would not make so very much
difference, If only a few day before marriage. It was
invariably one of the concomitants of, and usually took
place immediately after marriage. What would it
matter if it took place only a few days before? He
would certainly keep his promise and marry her after
such a sacrifice; he certainly would never do her the
irreparable, eternal wrong to desert her after she had
done his bidding. He seemed so honorable, truthful
and heroic. He loved her, and^she would go to the full
limit of human confidence to prove her love for him.
When they reached home she went to her room and
Sank upon her knees beside the bed, bowed her face in
the clothing and prayed.
She had been reared in the Methodist religion, and to
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of that sect represented the sicme of soul progress.. She
mechanically repeated the several formulas used in
petitions to the Wesleyiaa conceived deity for help and
guidance in this hour of her greatest need and trouble,
and in her simple faith^ she actually believed that if she
were about to take a false step providence would inter*
pose in her behalf
Deliverance did come, but from an entirely natural
source.    It was through Billy,
Upon descending to the sitting room to attend some
light household duties, she found that person waiting for
her. He was one of her mother's boarders now, and had
been ever since it had become possible for. the Mermaid
to smuggle openly.
Ida had shown Billy quite a number of little kindnesses,
since he became a member of the household, and he was
•quite fond of her. She liked him too. He was always
good-natured and obliging, and besides he was in some
way connected with Paul.
She had reached the center of the room before she noticed Billy's presence there.
"Why, Mr. Wilson," she exclaimed, "I didn't see you
when I came in. \ How do you do?"
"Quite well, thank you, Miss Ida," he replied, displaying unusual bashfullness. 182 THE  SMUGGLERS.
Ida did not feel like staying to talk to him, so after
the greetings were exchanged, she started to leave the
room. But he had some thing to say to her, and interposed himself between her and the door, preventing her
retreat.
He seemed to be greatly embarrassed, though struggling to regain his composure.
"Did—did you have a pleasant walk this morning, Miss
Ida?" he asked.
"Yes, quite pleasant, the weather was nice and warm,"
she answered, again starting toward the door.
"I saw you" Billy resumed, again stepping before her,
"out on the beach."
"Did you!" she exclaimed, "why I didn't see you, Mr.
Wilson."
"No," returned the young man, his embarrassment
causing him to stammer painfully, "but did you smell a
a-p-pipe?" he asked, the perspiration breaking out upon
his forehead.
The color flew to her face in an instant, and a hunted
look came into her eyes.
"Did you hear me ask that question, this morning?"
she said, in an appealing tone of voice.
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"Where were you?"
'Standing about four feet from you, to one side of the
cave."
"Then you heard all the talk between Mr. Hamilton
and me?"
•'Yes, every word of it," he replied, suddenly becoming firm and courageous.
She again tried to pass him, and he again stopped her.
Then sinking into a convenient chair she covered her
face with her hands in abject dispair.
"I heard every word that was said, Miss Huntington,"
Billy repeated, now perfectly self-possessed, "and I came
here to talk to you about it. I know Paul Hamilton
better than anybody else in the world, and I think I
care more for him. In fact he is my half brother, but
in many ways he is not a good man. He is the last
man in the world that I would injure, but he does not
intend to treat you well, I have often heard him say
that he would never marry a woman whom he could
seduce, because he believes that if he can treat a woman
that way before he marries her, any other man can do
the same thing after he marries her, and he's right.
Now I believe my brother loves you, and he will marry
you some day if you just wait, but not if you give up to 184 THE  SMUGGLERS.
him. He's just been trying you to see if you're virtuous."
"Oh, Mr. Wilson," sobbed the girl, "what shall I do?
what shall I do?"
"Do!" said Billy heartily, "why, I tell you, little sister, just go to your room and write him a spunky letter-
short and right to the point, and tell him that you think
too much of yourself to be disgraced, and that you
wish he would leave town and never show himself to
you again. That will bring him to Limerick in thirty
days. If he loves you, he will propose honorable marriage; if he doesn't, you don't want him any way. Go,
now," he continued, taking her by the hand and leading
her to the door; "go and write that letter, just as I tell
you, and keep your door, locked tonight."
An. hour or two later the brothers were together in
the sitting room, when a Chinese servant approached
and handed the elder a sealed letter.
"Some bad news?" asked Billy, as he noticed an expression of angry disappointment come into Paul's face
while perusing the letter.
"I got one on you that time, old man," Billy said to
himself, as the smuggler impatiently strode out of the
room without replying to the question.
"Done you up for once." r
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CHAPTER XIX.
The reader will not be surprised to learn that Jonathan
Mather was a trifle warm after reading the "roast" given
him in the Morning Light. He was simply paralyzed.
Laying aside the newspaper he leaned back in his chair
a moment to recover himself before attempting to speak.
His face was quite pale, and bore an expression that
Gertrude had never seen before. It made her think of
the proverb which recommends serious reflection before
inviting a patient man's anger.
Apparently he was calm, terribly so. Hastening to break
the silence which was becoming oppressive, she asked:
"Well, what do you think of it?"
'Tt is the work of some miserable scoundrel, some
hound who wishes to injure me," he answered. "What
do you think of it?"
"I don't know," she slowly replied. "If it is the work 186 THE SMUGGLERS.
of a mischief-maker it was certainly a well-planend and
well-executed plot. Have you an enemy who you think
is capable of going to so much trouble, and apparent expense, for the sake of gratifying a spirit of revenge?"
"No. If I have an enemy in the world I don't know
it. I don't think I ever in my life gave anyone cause to
do me^such a contemptible meanness. I suppose some
one haspursuaded the Light people to publish the thing.
From what I have heard of them, I am led to believe
that they could be hired to do most anything."
"Yes, they are considered very unscrupulous in many
ways; but how do you account for the connection that
the Salem Constitution had with it?"
"Do you believe that it is true that it had anything
to do with it?"
"I have no reason to doubt it, I received one of the
copies containing the Laporte article. I will get it for
you, if you wish,"
She got the paper and together they went over it
carefully, trying to detect some evidence of fraud, but to
all appearance it was genuine.
The paper was yellow with age; the type seemed of
old-fashioned design, and its entire make-up, including
date lines, pronounced it a specimen of country journal- THE SMUGGLERS. 18?
ism of twenty years ago.
Their inspection took fuily an hour's time, but nothing encouraging came of it.
"It certainly seems all right," acknowledged Mather.
"I suppose my article must have been first written by
Mr. Laporte. Do you suppose that this is an example
of coincidence?"
"No, hardly," Gertrude replied, "the wording and
phraseology are too nearly identical for that."
He sat in a brown study for several moments,
"Gertrude, do you believe in suggestion?'3 he asked,
"I don't quite understand."
"Oh, its a sort of a phyetiological theory, some way
related to telepathy, hypnotism, etc. - I believe it is
used principally by Theosophists and Spiritualists to
support their beliefs concerning the future life. I
think it is applied as the method of receiving communis
cations from the dead,"
"There may be something in it, but I don't believe it
will serve to clear up the mystery of this miser**
able affair. If the spirit of Mr. Laporte had had the
power to suggest the reproduction of his ideas to you
and prevail upon you to rewrite his articles, he certainly
would have foreseen the outcome of the affair.    "No, sir; *18$
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either the Light has given the proper solution to the
problem, or there has been a conspiracy to do you a
great wrong."
"Can you believe me guilty of the cowardly cconduct
of which the Light accuses me, Gertrude?" the young man
exclaimed, springing from his seat.
"No, I do not, Jonathan," she returned, also rising
and placing both of her hands in his. "I have been in
doubt all day, and almost up to the present time, but
now I know you are incapable of anything so small."
He thanked her earnestly for- her confidence, and
resumed his seat; Qvery shadow of his vexation having been dispelled by the magic of her faith in him.
"You said, Gertrude," Mather began, after a short
period of reflection, "that you have felt doubtful of me
all day; in any of that time did you feel convinced that
I was really guilty?"
"Yes," she answered, "but you must not feel hurt about
it. When I first read the paper this morning, I believ-
«• ed that you had been foolish * and weak, just as the
article represented you, but," she quickly added, "I
never for a moment believed that you had gossiped
about me in the way it was reported."
"Did you try to account for that portion it?    The per- THE  SMUGGLERS. 189
son who wrote that contribution certainly has some
knowledge of our ^affairs, or he has made a very close
guess."
"Yes, I thought, perhaps, you had made a confidant
of some one individual, and that one individual had betrayed y^ou to the editor of the Light, and the editor,
with his customary disregard for truth, had embellished
it to suit his own taste."
She stopped and looked up, expecting some denial or
protestation to her theory, but he remained silent.
"Do you think my suspicions unworthy or strange,
everything considered?" she asked.
"No, I suppose not," he replied, "especially when I
was not present to deny the allegations."
"You haven't denied anything yet," the lady rejoined.
"Do you wish me to?" he asked with a displeased intonation.
"Yes, at least that part of it that concerns me indi*
vidually,"
"Why?" he abruptly asked.
"Because with your assurance that you have devul-
ged no part of the existing understanding between us, I
shall take steps to make the publishers of the Light
produce their authority for the malicious statements. 190 THE SMUGGLERS.
or compel them to print an unqualified retraction of
that portion of the article relating to me."
•T will most solemnly declare, Miss Allen, that I
have never mentioned your name, or referred to you,
i directly or indirectly, to any person in this town or in
any other place," Mather replied.
"But," he continued, after a moment's reflection, "do
you think you will help matters by making demands
for justice at the hands of such unprincipled men as the
publishers of the Light? As they did not hesitate to
make an unprovoked attack upon me, also implicating
yourself in a public scandal, you could hardly expect
them to show you greater respect after having committed themselves. You really could obtain no legal
redress, as they have made no mention of your name,
and it would be impossible to prove that you are the
person whom they intended to describe, or that you are
in any manner injured by their attentions."
"Oh!" the lady replied, "I do not intend to expose
myseljf to further publicity, nor permit them to make
use of my name, but they shall. simply acknowledge
that the romantic part of their contemptible diatribe
was imaginary, and without truthful foundation. I do
not intend to prosecute them by legal proceedings, but I THE  SMUGGLERS. 191
have business relations with one of the stockholders
of the Light company, and through him I do not think I
would have a particle of difficulty in arranging a change
of management of the newspaper whenever it suited me
to do so. I shall place the matter into the hands of my
business manager tomorrow, and I think he will be able
to arrange things satisfactorily for me. But what will
you do?"
"I haven't really decided yet. A few hours ago I
half intended to commit murder, but since you still believe in me I am beginning to feel indifferent to the
whole affair."
"That will never do," she said emphatically, you must
search this thing out and clear your name at once. As
it now is your employment is gone, and your future
jeopardized. In fact if you permit this matter to rest,
you lose every advantage you have gained. You must
do something about it immediately. If you are not disposed to do it for your own sake, then do it for mine.
Kemember I am involved in the scandal, as well as
yourself. Now as much as I care for you, my position
is such that I must ask you to discontinue your visits
here, and permit the affairs common between us to rest 192 THE  SMUGGLERS.
in abeyance until you are exhonorated in the eyes of
the public."
He knew that she was in earnest, and that she did
not wish to see him again until he had fully proven that
the charges against him were unfounded.
Borrowing the copies of the two newspapers containing the scandalous arraignment, he bade her good night
and returned home.
He could not sleep, so he sat until day-break thinking out some course to pursue. Before morning he had
completed his plans and begun preparations for their
execution.
The first move to be made was to go to Salem and
confront the publishers of the Constitution, and demand
their explanation of the matter. The Constitution's exposure of the great literary steal accused Mather of
purloining the whole of the article published over his
signature in the magazine, but the copy of the newspaper containing the original Laporte contribution contained less than one-sixth of the magazine contribution.
It would require seven numbers of the Constitution to
contain the magazine article.
If the editor of the Salem paper actually had the
whole of the article among  his  files,  printed under  a THE  SMUGGLERS. 193
date line twenty years old, Mather would be obliged to
give up, but if the remaining six of that edition were
not produced, he intended to immediately bring suit
against the Constitution upon the charge of criminal libel.
Before leaving home, however, he must first obtain
permission from the board of school directors, as there
. was still four days of his school term remaining. He
had no difficulty in securing a release from his contract,
the Board being so eager to grant it that they neglected to make a deduction from his salary for the unexpired portion of his term of service, but instructed Clerk
Jawsmith to draw him a warrant for the full amount.
The order was obeyed, but as the schoolmaster failed
to call for the check, the enterprising clerk promptly
endorsed Mather's name to the paper, drew the money
and put it in his pocket, according to the official custom of the country.
Everything now being in readiness, Mather took passage on a Northern Pacific steamship for Salem. Just
as he boarded the boat a messenger handed him a package containing a kind letter from Gertrude and a copy
of the Light. Upon removing the wrapper from the
newspaper, he found a two-column article reviewing
the great  scandal, and in which the most humiliating 194 STLfE  SMUGGLERS,
apologies were made' to the luckless teacher for the
misrepresentations in regard to his love affair. Also,
the journal went so far as to ask the public to suspend
judgment in regard to the charges of plagiarism against
Mr. Mather, until that gentleman had time to explain,
as recent developments seemed to indicate that a
grievous mistake had been made.
Though he felt quite thankful to the gentle woman,
who, he knew, furnished the inspiration by which the
article was produced, yet it was with a heavy heart
that he started on his journey. He was leaving what,
he had begun to look upon as his home, under a cloud;
to remain he knew not how long, perhaps forever. At
least he resolved never to return until he had cleared
his name of every shadow of the smirch that had been
rubbed so thickly upon it. '
A day and a night by sea and land and our hero arrived at the capital of the state of Oregon.
Were it not for the transaction of the state business
and the biennial meetings of the legislature, Salem
would be little more than a country trading place.
As it is, the few thousand inhabitants of the old town
possess the freshness and verdancy of the field and
forest in a very generous measure. THE SMUGGLERS. 195
The morning after his arrival, Jonathan paid a visit
to the office of the Constitution. It was a weekly, and
like all other country papers, dealt almost exclusively
in small gossip, lurid scandal, and "roasts." The office
and sanctum of the newspaper were silent and deserted,
but in the composing room Mather found a printer hard
at work.
"Not in," said that individual in response to the visitor's request to see the editor.
"When will he be in?"
"Dunno; maybe tonight; maybe tomorrow; maybe
next week.    I 'tend to the business when he's out."
For several days thereafter Mather returned regularly
to the office of the Constitution every morning, and made
the same inquiries; invariably receiving the same answer.
He was beginning to dispair of ever meeting the editor, when the landlord of the hotel where he was staying helped him out of the difficulty.
This person had been making ineffectual attempts to
learn all about his guest ever since the latter arrived.
"You're from the Sound country, ain't you?" the landlord asked, one morning.
"Yes," was the response. IM TfiE  SMUGGLERS.
"Kinder after the editor, ain't ye?"
"Yes; I should like very much to see him,"
"You're the feller he roasted 'bout that Siwash busi-*
hess, ain't ye?"
"Yes, he did print some very unkind things about
me."
"You'll have to do some livelier rustlin' than you've
been doin' if you catch Baldwin this spring. He's on
to you."
"How is that."
"Oh, he knows you're after his scalp, and he's dodging
you. He was 'round here the night you came, and has
been keepin' out of your way." |
"Do you mean that Baldwin is in town, and has been
ever since I came here?"
"Hell! yes, I see him most every day. Don't you
mind that red-headed bastard with the white hat that
came in here last night?"*
"Yes, I noticed a person of that description."
"That's him."
"Where will I be apt to find him?"
"When?"
"Now."
"Down to the "Wanderer." He's always there 'tween
meals." THE   SMUGGLERS. l97
The "Wanderer" proved to be the most high-tonned,
popular saloon of the city, to which place Mather directed
#his steps. Upon entering the place he discovered the
red-headed man of the white hat and doubtful parentage engaged in a game of pool. Approaching him the
schoolmaster asked:
"Are you Mr. Baldwin?" at the same time extending
his card.
"Yes," replied the person addressed, glancing at the
card without taking it. "What can I do for you?" he
drawled, without looking at his visitor, and preparing
to make a cushion carrom, which apparently required
great skill and nice calculation.
"I wish to see you privately," Mather answered.
"Busy now," said he of the sun-kissed locks, making
the shot and watching its effect with great deliberation.
"When will you be at leisure?"
"Don't know, tomorrow, next day. Oh, I'll tell you,
drop into the office the latter part of next week; I'll
have more time to talk then."
"Mr. Baldwin," Mather said, with an angry gleam
lighting up his eyes, at the same time stepping between
the player and the billiard table, "you know why I
want to   see you.     I understand that you have been 198 THE  SMUGGLERS.
dodging me ever since I came to Salem four days ago.
Now I insist upon an interview with you, and if you
have a particle of manhood, you will grant my request
now, today."
The editor, who was not of warlike build or proportions stood sizing up the stalwart young man before
him for several seconds. Those long arms, huge fists
and broad shoulders were not to be matched by his
puny frame in a personal encounter. It would be
more satisfactory to him, he thought, to make it a contest of brains rather than one of muscle.
"Well," said Mather, becoming impatient under the
editor's inspection.
« A crowd began to gather around the two men, expecting a fight.
"All right, then," said the editor. "If you're in a
hurry, come up to the office about five o'clock this evening. We'll be there, and guess we can arrange to make
thing pleasant for you."
"The office" meant the office of the Constitution, and
at the appointed time, Mather presented himself at the
door of the sanctum. Baldwin was there seated at his
desk making ''copy."
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surprise, "I had nearly forgotten you.    Come in.    Come
in."
The visitor entered, and on the invitation of the other,
seated himself.
"Now, what can I do for you?" continued the editor
after bending over his desk a moment, as if completing
an unfinished paragraph.
"Mr. Baldwin," Mather hesitatingly began, "last week
you published a very abusive article about me, accusing
me of a very contemptible act. My object in coming
here is to make a thorough investigation of this matter.
I wish to ask you a few questions."
"We're always willing to oblige," the editor replied
with cool insolence.    "Proceed with your quizs"
"In your paper, last week," Mather resumed, "you
stated that I had stolen the whole of an article written
by Mr. Laporte, and printed in the Constitution twenty
years ago, and sold it to the Present Age magazine. Now
that copy of the paper supposed to contain the original
Laporte article, which you took such pains to circulate,
contains less than one-sixth of the contribution I sold to
the magazine. Have you the remainder of the article
among your files?"
"Yes, sir." 200 THE SMUGGLERS.
"Where is it?"
"In the next room, where I keep my files."
"Can I see it?"
"No, sir. We don't consider it good business policy
to keep our files for the use of the public. The files of
a newspaper are the private property of its publishers
and owners."
"You surely can make an exception in my favor and
iet me see those papers."
"No, sir; couldn't make an exception in anybody's
favor.    This is not that kind of an office."
"Mr. Baldwin, I don't believe you have the remainder
of that contribution, or ever had any portion of it. You
and some other scoundrel or scoundrels, have, for some
purposes unknown to me, entered into a conspiracy to
injure me. Now if you wish to save yourself further
trouble let me see your files."
"Oh, ho! If that's the way you are going to talk, the
sooner you get out of my office the better it will suit
me.    There, sir, is the door."
"I want to see those papers, and I won't get out of
your office till I get ready to."
"You wont, hey! We'll see about that. 1 was expecting something of this sort," the editor added, open- THE   SMUGGLERS. 201
ing the door of an adjoining room, "Mr. Hickman, will
you come here a moment?"
About as vile a looking specimen of humanity as
ever mocked the image of the Almighty, respond-
to this appeal, and entered the room.
"Mr. Hickman," said the editor this man came into
my office and insulted me; I have ordered him out, but
he refuses to go. Will you kindly see him outside and.
down the stairs?"
Hickman was the town constable. A big, strong-
looking man, upon whose face and form were the scars
of many a hard fought battle—with whisky and venereal disease. He approach within a few feet of Mather.
and said:
"Now, then, young feller, you want to get out of this
pretty d—d quick. Come, now, get a move on, or I'll
run you in."
"I want to see those paper," Mather said, without so
much as looking at the constable.
"Do you hear?" said the officer laying his hand upon
the young man's arm.
That long arm shot out, not in a blow, but with a
push of extraordinary vigor, catching the constable
under the chin, throwing him against the door, which ^02 THE SMUGGLERS.
flew open causing the officer to fall into a sitting position on the threshold.
"Will you let me see those papers?"
"No. Hickman, put this man out or shoot him,"
screamed the editor.
With a wrathful ejaculation the constable drew his
baton and revolver, and with a weapon in either hand,
again strode up to the schoolmaster.
"Sir, I arrest you for disturbing the peace and resist-
ing an officer."
"Well, why don't you' do it?" Mather asked with a
smile, as the officer hesitated, "Will you give me those
papers or not?" he continued, turning away from the
constable and walking up to Baldwin.
"I haven't got 'em. For Godsake, if you don't believe it go and look for yourself, replied the editor, retreating as Mather advanced, and throwing the door to
room, which, he had declared a few moments before,
contained the coveted papers.
The files of the paper were searched carefully, but
no papers of later date than two years back were found
among them, except a bundle of twenty or more copies
of that identical paper in which was printed the first
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under his arm, Jonathan returned to the sanctum, where
he found the editor alone, the constable having gone
out to procure a warrant for the teacher's arrest and
the assistance of an additional officer or two to serve
the process.
"Well, did you get what you want?" the editor sarcastically inquired.
"I did't find what I was looking for, but I have some
papers here that I'd like to borrow a few days."
"Oh, certainly, just help yourself. Take anything
you want. If you want something you don't see, just
ask for it. Say the word and I'll clear out and give
you possession of the place, presses, types, furniture
and good-will of the business; but don't go off and say
we didn't treat you well."
The morning after this adventure, Mather presented
himself at the law office of J. C. Wood & Co., leading
attorneys of the city, and engaged the services of the
senior member of the firm to represent him in the action
for criminal libel, which, he had resolved to bring
against Editor Baldwin immediately.
"What do you expect to gain by this suit?" the lawyer
asked, after Mather had stated his case. "There's no
hope of getting damages out of Baldwin. He hasn't a
cent to his name." 204
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"I don't really care for damages," Mather responded,
"nor do I care to punish or inconvenience Mr. Baldwin.
My only object in bringing the suit is to vindicate my
character and reestablish my standing with my late employers, the publishers of the Present Age."
"I suppose you know that it will cost you something
whether you lose or win?"
"Yes.     What is your estimate of the probable cost?"
"Six hundred dollars to lose and four hundred to
win.     Justice comes pretty d—d high in this country."
"So it seems," answerd the schoolmaster with a feeling of bitterness, as he thought of the purposes to which
he must apply the savings of a year's labor.
"A portion of this amount will have to be advanced,"
the lawyer continued. "Court doesn't meet for two weeks,
but we had better get the case on the docket as soon
as possible so that you can have an early hearing, in the
meantime we can round-up our witnesses and make all
other preparations."
"How much money will it require to start with?"
Mather asked.
"Let me see," Mr. Wood responded, "the costs of the
court will have to be advanced when the case is docketed; the jury must be paid before we go to trial; my THE  SMUGGLERS. 205
fees can wait until the work's done."
"I was under the impression that the costs of the
court included the jury fees," Mather said.
"No, no; not in this county," the lawyer replied with
a puzzled look at his client. "At least, only a small
portion of them."
"What will these court and jury costs amount to?"
"Well, you will have to put up about one hundred
and fifty dollars for the court, and two hundred for the
jury. But we may get it a little cheaper. I'll see
what can be done."
"Two hundred dollars to the jury," the young man
exclaimed.    "I never heard of such a thing."
"A custom peculiar to the Pacific Coast states—that
is, in a great many places. Though I believe some very
vigorous reforms have been inaugurated in a number of
our more progressive cities and towns, and some of the
old methods employed in conducting a suit at law are
being dispensed with."
"I suppose the act of paying this money to jurors constitutes the crime of bribery, doesn't it?"
"Well, yes, if you wish to apply so harsh a term. At
least, it would be so considered back East. You see,
out here it's this way:     Every lawyer is simply obliged 206 THE SMUGGLERS.
to keep half a dozen or more professional jury-workers
on hand all the time, or he gets no practice. Its an
time-honored custom among the older inhabitants of
the land, and it is something that litigants expect and
provide for. Its a practice that I don't approve of, and
never did: but the bread-and-butter question with me
is too serious a matter to attempt the introduction of any
startling innovations, but, then, the system is not to be
entirely condemned, it has some advantages."
"What are they?"
"It saves a lawyer lots of work. About all he has to
do is to 'prime his fixer' and he'll do the work. Touch
the button and the other fellow does the rest. Yery
convenient way, do ye see?"
"Yes, I see, but I should think this condition of
affairs would cause such confusion of court matters as
to place the administration of justice on the same plane
with a lottery. In the event the plaintiff should bribe
one portion of the jury and the defendant another, I
can't see how a suit could ever be settled."
"The law's delay is proverbial; hung juries, rehear-
ings, appeals etc.; just like roulette, the best stayer and
the longest purse has the best show to win."
"I don't believe I care to commit bribery,"  said
u_ THE  SMUGGLERS, 207
Mather. I prefer to take my chances in a square, open
fight, or not at all."
"All right, then you will lose your suit in the lower
court sure as God made the diminutive pippin, but I
think we can make a winning in the Supreme court.
I'll do the best I can for you."
"The trial came on, was fought, and, as the lawyer
predicted ,was lost.
Though the plaintiff succeeding in proving by witnesses of approved credibility, that the Constitution was
not born until five years after the time in which Jules
Laporte was represented to have contributed the disputed article to its columns; that Laporte was a French
Canadian, who could scarcely speak English, much less
write it with the most finished diction; and that many
of the technical words used in the composition of the
production had been recently coined and were unknown
twenty years ago, yet the intelligent jury returned a
verdict of not guilty.
It was intimated by some of the more honorable citizens,—those on the "off side" of the political fence—
that the acquittal of Baldwin was a foregone conclusion. The sheriff, who impanelled the jury, the judge,
who instructed that body, and the county attorney, who 208
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prosecuted the defendant, were candidates for reelection, and they would need the support of the Constitution
in the coming fall campaign.
Besides the editor had a dozen or more witnesses
who testified that' they distinctly remember Jules Laporte and his Indian contributions to the newspaper.
Three of the most zealous of this number, two of whom,
it was afterwards shown, were subjects of Great Britian,
having been in the United States less than five years,
and the other, a half-breed Indian, who could neither
read nor write, swore that they had positive recollections of each and every one of those six numbers of the
Constitution in which the Laporte article was printed.
One old perjurer declared that he had assisted Laporte in writing the article, and consequently every
word of it was fresh in his memory. Cross-examination
elicited the fact that the venerable liar must still have
been serving a term in the Arkansas State penitentiary while engaged in his literary labors.
"Never mind," said Attorney Wood, as he and the
schoolmaster met to adjust the account between them,
"we are sure to make it in the Supreme court."
I am not going to the Supreme court," Mather returned.   I have had all I can stand." THE  SMUGGLERS. 02©
"Not going!." the lawyer exclaimed, turning sharply
upon his client.
"No."
"What's the matter?"
"Out of money."
"Oh, that's it. Well, I'm sorry. Better luck next
time."
"Hope so.    Good-bye."
"So-long." *M&: THE  SMU'GGLERm.
CHAPTER XX.
As the reader, perhaps, already suspects, Paul Hamilton was really the. active principal of the terrible scandal, the cause of so much confusion to Gertrude Allen
and Jonathan Mather, and which was so highly enjoyable to the sensational citizens of Kuhnville. Hamilton,
despite his protestations to Ida Huntington, was determined to marry Miss Allen. She was wealthy. A marriage with her meant independence, ease and luxury the
remainder of his life. He was far from being in love
with her. What little affection he felt for any one, other
than himself, he expended on Ida. In fact a matrimonial
alliance with this last named individual would have
been more to his fancy than with Miss Allen, had the
lady possessed the same worldly advantages as Miss
Allen.
Of late he had quite frequently called upon the heiress
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and she always seemed to enjoy his visits. However,
some species of intuition told him that she would
not tolerate any attention from him of a more ardent
nature than that of a casual visitor.
From the same source he divined that she had a great
regard for Mather, though he did not think that as yet
he was her accepted lover. That their relations with
each other were something unusual, he felt quite certain
and he had spent several hours of hard thinking, trying to define the character of the bond of sympathy existing between them. He felt that if he knew exactly
their standing to one another, he could, by some subtile
scheme, disrupt their friendship. The accomplishment
of this purpose he considered essentially important to
the progress of his own plans concerning the disposal of
the lady's hand and fortune.
On several occasions, while visiting Miss Allen, he endeavored to get her to express an opinion of Mather by
pretending to be a great admirer of that gentleman,
but he failed ingloriously. She was non-commital, and
she parried his little strokes of diplomacy with such
skill that he soon realized the futility of learning anything from her.
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from which he. proceeded to unwind the tangle.
One evening while paying a visit to Miss Allen, he noticed that some one was concealed behind the curtains
of an alcove off the room in which they sat. He said
nothing to his hostess about the circumstance, but waiting until Miss Allen left the room a moment to attend a
ring of the door bell, he threw back the curtains and discovered Mary, the pretty chamber-maid, who had been
surreptitiously listening to the conversation between the
lady of the house and her visitor. The girl implored
Hamilton not to expose her, and he good-naturedly promised to say nothing of the matter.
A week or more after this episode, he met the young
woman on the street, and after some pretty close questioning, accompanied by a few threats, she gave him the
information that he was so eager to obtain. She had
heard the whole conversation between Mather and Gertrude the night of the party, and repeated all of it that
she could remember.
He set to work at once to plan some way to circumvent his victorious rival.      The result of his scheming
was the great newspaper scandal related in a preceding
chapter.
When it occurred to him that he neededja newspaper to THE  SMUGGLERS. 213
assist in executing his schemes, he remembered Baldwin.
Baldwin had been an employee in his newspaper office
in Illinois three years before the time represented as
the present in this story. He was fully as unscrupulous as Hamilton, being capable of doing nearly anything for the sake of money. His aptititude in this respect—a little matter of fraud of some kind —had been
the cause of his leaving the East and making himself a
new home nearer the setting sun. Hamilton, from a
"strong fellow feeling, had lent Baldwin the money to
make the first payment on the Constitution, without
ever expecting its return—and he never got it—but
now he intended to use his friend to advance his matrimonial project.
Hamilton went to Salem, and withthe assistance of
five twenty-dollar gold pieces, he had no difficulty in
obtaining the editor's help.
He had conceived the idea of bringing discredit upon
Mather by printing charges accusing him of purloining
his famous paper on the Washington Indians. Upon
communicating his idea to Baldwin it was, at first, considered impractical, because of the fact that the files of
the Constitution had not been preserved farther back than
two years, though that journar had been in existence 214
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much longer. Chance, however, placed the conspirators in posession of a very old copy of the Oregon Safe
Guard, in the columns of which was printed a short account of the adventures of Jules Laporte with the Flathead Indians.
From this paper they made up their bogus copy of
the Constitution, wetting the paper in water in which
some flowers and green leaves had been steeped, thus
making it yellow and brittle as i£by age and decay.
The young men felt that they could anvantageously
and safely use the Laporte incident. To boldly use a
name that some of the older in habitants were familiar
with would give the story an appearance of authenticity, besides there was no one to dispute it. Laporte
had no intimates while living and left no heirs at his
death.
It was an easy matter to secure the cooperation of the
Kuhnville Light. Indeed that enterprising journal was
very thankful for the opportunity to print such an important sensation, as well as for the small cash premium
accompanying it.
Mr. Hamilton now had plenty of ready money, and
he was a firm believer in the free use of gold, especially
to accomplish some dishonest purpose. THE  SMUGGLERS, 2i5
Mather's legal investigation of the plot had cost Hamilton a good, round sum of money. He had to furnish
the money to bribe judge, jury and witnesses, but he felt
that the six or eight hundred dollars he had spent
would be a good investment if his project proved a success. Mather now having been disposed of, he decided
to bring matters to a climax at once. He would go to
Miss Allen that very evening and learn his fate. That
the lady cared for him, or had ever thought of him in
the light of a lover, he had no reason to believe, but he
had confidence in himself, now that Mather was out of the
way, to make> such an appeal to her that she could not
resist him.
Hamilton knew men of all classes, but his knowledge
of women was limited to a study of the shop girl and
waiting-maid.
He took extra pains with his toilet that evening, and.
it was with great satisfaction that he took a final survey of himself in the mirror.
Surely no woman under forty years of age could look
with indifference upon so handsome and elegant a person as he saw reflected there.
Miss Allen was at home, and expressed herself pleased
to see Mr. Hamilton.    She led the way into the draw- 216
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ing room, invited him to be seated, and then took a
chair a short distance from him. Not too far for easy
conversation, but hardly close enough for him to repeat
the little speech which he had so carefully constructed
and rehearsed to himself so many times. The. room, too,
was so conventional, and the surroundings seemed un-
propitious to the business he had on hand. He knew
that he could not effectively propose to the lady, situated as they were at present. He must be in a position
where he could look squarely into her eyes, tell her his
story, and exert all his will force and hypnotic power
into an effort to awaken in her some response to his
passion.
With his customary skill he began to maneuver for
the desired position.
If he could only induce her to show him her flowers
in the bay window of the sitting room, there would be
his chance. He remembered that she had a very rare
plant—a fragrant exotic. He began talking about this
specie of plant, though not of that specimen, declaring
that he had seen one at the rooms of a bachelor friend,
and expressing great admiration for it. Miss Allen had
that same flower, and if Mr. Hamilton wished, she
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Certainly, it would afford, him the greatest pleasure.
She preceded him to the window and threw back the
curtains and they both stood within the very small area
that was unoccupied by the flowers.
She leaned forward and lifted the pot from its place
near the glass and placed it on a small stand just before
him. When she turned to him again she met his steady
gaze and found both of her hands imprisoned in his
grasp.
"Mr. Hamilton, what are you trying to do? Please
let go of my hands."
He did not comply with her request or take his eyes
from her face.
"I suppose I seem very presumptious, Miss Allen;"
he said, "but I must speak to you. Ever since I first
met you, I.have loved you with the most intense passion.
My thoughts are of you by day, and I dream of you by
night. I know no rest. I am hardly a conscious, sen-
siate being. Indifferent to every thing, my daily vocation, the companionship of my fellow men, the beautiful and bright things of nature, aye, even to life itself.
I am so filled with your beautiful face and glorious form
that I can think of nothing else;.I know of nothing else,
live for nothing else, yet doubt and uncertainty has
I 218 THE SMUGGLERS1.
made me miserably unhappy. I beg of you to release:
me from this enchantment, which like a subtile drug has
benumbed my faculties and turned me into dream substance.    Tell me, Gertrude, can you bid me hope?"
"Let go of my hand. Now go back to the parlor like
a rational creature, this is such an uncomfortably small
place. I don't think you care to see the plant," she
added, calmly replacing the pot back in its accustomed
place.
Hamilton followed Miss Allen back to the parlor, feeling that his coup de maitre, which he had elaborated
with so much thought and care had proved a fiasco.
He was crestfallen and vexed beyond measure. For
the first time in his life he had met a woman who was
proof against his blandishments. He was greatly discouraged, but he thought of the large sum of money he
had already invested in the enterprise, and he determined not to give up until he had made another and a
supreme effort.
"If I am to understand what you have just said to
me to constitute a proposal of marriage,"Miss Allen began, as they resumed their seats in the parlor, "I beg
you to dismiss the idea at once. I cannot accept your
offer under any circumstances." THE   SMUGGLERS. 219
"May Ijask you, Miss Allen, if your affections or the
promise of your hand are already engaged?" he asked.
"I do not consider our relations to each other of a
character to warrant such an exchange of confidence,"
the lady returned with firm though gentle insistence.
"Under other circumstances, Mr. Hamilton, your question would hardly seem polite."
"Dodged the issue," thought Hamilton. "D—d if she
isn't a slick one,"
"Miss Allen," he said, his voice assuming a tone of
sadness, "I know I am presumptious, I know I deserve
your rebuke, but I feel confident that if you knew me
better, if you knew me as I am, you would look at
the matter in a different light. I know that I am at a
great disadvantage in your eyes, and perhaps seem like a
mere adventurer, but I assure you that that is a mistaken impression. A few months ago my social and business
standing were unexcelled any where in the East. I had
built myself up by my own efforts to that position, and
I can again assume the same place in the world's industry the moment I demand it."
"I am sure I have never wronged you, Mr. Hamilton,"
Gertrude replied. "I have always regarded you as a
man of extraordinary capabilities, and I have some- 2'ZO THE SMUGGLERS^
times thought it strange that you should have voluntarily chosen to live in such an unattractive place as our
little village* But that is a matter that has no bearing;
whatever upon your offer of marriage and my decision
in regard to it.    Under no circumstances—"
"Wait just a moment, Miss Allen," Hamilton interrupted; "You think it strange that I should have left
my home in the East, where I was surrounded by so
many advantages, and take up my residence in this
comparative wilderness, where I am looked upon as an
adventurer.   Let me explain the matter to you:
"My early life," he began, "was a hard struggle. The
only primary advantage I had was that of being well
born; I am of one of the oldest and best families in
America. But before I was ten years old, I had the
misfortune to lose both of my parents and to be thrown
upon my own resources. I am not a person, however,
to float along with the tide of circumstances. I fought
the battle with poverty and won while I was a mere
child. There seemed to be an ever-present consciousness within me which defied the circumstances that
would make a slave of a person of my birth. I succeeded in educating myself, and then I steadily rose from
one position  of subordination to the next higher until I THE  SMUGGLERS,
:22l
Ihad conquered each successive step in the industrial
gamut, and occupied a position of honor and trust.
Every ambition I ever had I gratified, and I did so with
such ease that nothing seemed to exceed the range of
my possibilities, -So great was my confidence in myself
that I believed that I could consistently aspire to any
position under the Republic,
"But after a time, when I felt that my future was assured, and the struggle for position no longer necessary,
a spirit of reaction took possession of me. My ambition
was gone, and, as I looked back upon my life I reflected
that my accomplishments were hardly worth the effort
expended, I became impatient of my routine duties
and became a confirmed misanthropist.
"It was at this stage of my career that I decided to
come West, and try the effect of a change of climate. I
knew that I was afflicted with some species of disease
and needed treatment.
"You know now, why I left the East."
"My selection of this place as the objective point of
my journey West was from a desire to visit my friend,
Wilton. At the conclusion of my visit, and when I was
on the point of returning East, I met you. You are
responsible for my eight-month's stay here. 222
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"And, Miss Allen, the young man continued with*
earnest eloquence, "your responsibility does not end
there. It is in your power to make a man of me—aye
one of the foremost men of the nation—or condemn me
to a continuance of this life of semi-vagabondage that I
am at present leading. I know now the nature of the
illness which prompted me to come West, and I, also,
know the remedy for my malady. The love and sympathy of a beautiful woman is my soul's need, and they
are indispensible to my future progress.
"Can you give me that love and sympathy, or will
you bid me good-bye forever?"
She said good-bye.
He had lost. i"HE   SMUGGLERS. 223
CHAPTER XXL
Messrs. Hallam and Wilton were sitting in their law
office, engaged in earnest conversation. Election time
was drawing near, and the two men were discussing the
senior partner's chances for the Superior judgeship.
"I'll tell you what, Hallam," Wilton said, "something
has got to be done. It's a ground hog case with us.
Times are hard and growing harder, and money is devilish tight. Thirty-five hundred a year is worth trying
for just now."
"Yes; I know," returned the other, ''but it will take
a barrel of money to do the trying, and then, the
chances of success are hardly even. The Democrats
are in the minority in this county, and are by no means
well united.     Besides, I don't know where I can raise 224 'S^W   THE  SMUGGLERS.
the money to make the race."
"Yes," Wilton, responded, "the money question is
something of a consideration, but as it is a business
speculation affecting both of us, I am willing to stand
my half of the expense. If you lose, we both lose; if
you win, there will be plenty of chances for you to even-
up with me. You know a judge is sometimes a mighty
convenient arrangement to have in the family. I think
you can make a go of it. There's only one thing that
makes me feel a little shaky, and that's that Presbyterian church business.''
At this juncture a knock was heard at the door, interrupting the conversation, while Wilton opened the
door.
"Hello, Hamilton, old man, just the fellow we want to
see. Come in," Wilton exclaimed, grasping his visitor's
hand and motioning to a seat.
"Hallam and I were talking politics."
"Pleasant entertainment for this kind of weather,"
Hamilton rejoined wiping the perspiration from his face.
"I suppose you haven't reached the religious line yet?"
"Ours are practical politics; but, by the way, we had
just got into religion when you knocked."
"Seem  to have sort of an  affinity for  each other; THE  SMUGGLERS. 225
somehow they will get mixed up, jJ the revivalistic
preachers and the good sisters at camp-meeting," Ham
ilton interjected.    "Are yon fellows going to take  a'
hand m politics?"
"Yes to a limited extent. I am trying to get Hallam
to rnn for Superior judge. He hesitates-afraid he'll
get beat."
"Umph-huh! But where does the religion eome in on
such a propositon as that?"
"Why, you see, its this way; when Hallam first came
ou't to this coast, he didn't quite kumtux the social condition of tfie country,.so he went and joined the Presbyterian church, thinking he would make a ten-strike-in
a business way."
"The hell; a Democrat, too!"
"Hoes sound rather paradoxical, but he did it, and—
| "Oh, I don't know about that, interrupted Hallam.
"Democrats are just as apt to be church members as
Republicans."
"Yes, Catholics," suggested Hamilton, "but I suppose
they don't count."
"Don't count," vociferated the junior partner.. "If
you think Catholics don't count, that's all you know
about it.    That's where the trouble comes in.    You see, 2/S6> THE  SMUGGLER^.
there's sort of an hereditary feud between the Catholics
and Presbyterians. A century or so ago they were
making little bon-fires of each other on every crossroad, and there's just as much hate between them now
as then. Catholics, as a rule, vote as a unit against
Presbyterian candidates."
"Who's the Republican candidate," asked Paul.
"Don't know yet, but it's generally supposed that
Thompson will be the man,"
"What's his religion?"
"Infidel.    Why?"
"Then I guess we can fix the thing all right."
"How?"
"Oh, quote Mr. Thompson as saying that the Pope or
the. Virgin Mary isn't decent, or something of that sort.
It'll work every pop."
"I don't know about that^" observed Wilton. "Catholics on this coast represent a fairly intelligent class of
people. I believe you would have some trouble fooling
them."
"No danger. It doesn't make a particle of difference
how intelligent a Catholic is you can always work him.
He's so used to being humbugged in religious matters
that he likes it.     I played the same caper in the same THE  SMUGGLERS. 227
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city for six consecutive years, and it worked every time.
If Hallam's chances of election depend on the Catholic
vote, he's just as good as elected. I can fix that for
him all right."
"You're counting your chickens before they're hatched," Hallam expostulated. "I haven't got the nomination yet."
"Pretty sure of it, though, aren't you?" Wilton asked.
"Why, yes. Several of the party leaders have asked
me to run, and they seem to think I could make it, but
so far the Mnnycums have kept mum on the subject.
You can't always tell what those fellows will do."
"Who are the Mnnycums?" Hamilton demamded.
"A Democratic club; a sort of a political octopus, with
its head in Tacoma and its arms extending into every
county in the State."
"What are the purposes of the organization?"
"Oh, about the same as the Tammany ring, machine
politics. Ostensibly for the purpose of controlling federal appointments and the State nominations and elections of the Democratic party, but there's also a pretty
active business end to the concern."
"Business! What kind of business?"
"Assessing candidates.     You see, if a person wants 22$ THE SMUGGLERS.
any kind of political office, federal, state, or county,, he
must first 'put-up' for the Mnnycums' support, or rather,
consent. It usually costs him all the way from ten per
cent, to forty per cent, of the income of the office he expects to win, to even have the privilege of trying
for it."
"What do they do with the money obtained in thig
way, use it for campaign purposes?"
"Some of it, I suppose, but the lion's share of the-
swag goes into the pockets of the leaders."
"Why, that's simply robbery.'7
"Of course its robbery.    What're we here for?"
"What class of men, as a rule, are represented in this
Kinnycum club?"
"Swell mob; a lot of well dressed thieves; men who
bear the same relation to politics that a strumpet does
to commerce. A self-respecting burglar would be ashamed to associate with such a body of blackguards."
"Why don't you and some of the more respectable
element of the Democratic party conbine against the
ring by forming an anti-machine organization."
"The truth of the matter is that the party is still so
weak in this State, that it won't do to stir.up factions.
The Democrats  are just begining to get a hold in the
u_ THE   SMUGGLERS. 229
State and if they get to fighting among themselves they
would soon lose it, Of course, I know it is a terrible
thing for the party that all the offices at the disposal of
the Democratic voters should be filled by the tools of
this corrupt machine. Now, I suppose you think I am
a little extravagant in some of my statements, but just
look the State over and draw your own conclusions. In
nearly every place where the Democratic party has obtained control, embezzlement, fraud, malfeasance, misfeasance, and public theft have followed. And if you
look a little further, you will see that a large proportion of these crimes is indirectly attributable to the
Ninny cum club."
"Well, do you proposed to submit to this rascally imposition?"
"Oh, yes; I will have to pay the regulation amount of
blackmail. I hate like hell to be skinned by these bloodsuckers, but I don't think they will hold me up for more
than a thousand."
"Are there many Ninnycums in this town?"
"Yes; enough for all practical purposes. Sandeel and
Bovine are the principal ones. Churchill and some jof
the other boys did belong, but it got too dirty for them,
and they pulled out." 230 THE  SMUGGLERS.
"It seems to me," Hamilton said after a few moments
reflection, "that if Sandeel is one, the principal toad, or
rather eel, in the Ninnycum puddle, it would hardly
be necessary for you to submit to the Ninnycuming process, considering our confidential relations with him."
"Oh, well, I would much rather he would blackmail
me, than to blackmail him. Besides you can't trust
him. He one of the slickest little sons-of-b—s you ever
saw. He'll promise anything and everything, and then
lie out of it. I naven't a doubt that if I plead poverty
with him, he would agree to support me in the convention without a cent, but after that body had adjourned
and I found that I lacked a few votes of receiving the
nomination, I would understand just where the trouble
lay, and I wouldn't be in a position to make much of a
kick either. Sandeel is up to all kinds of tricks. He
looks like a snake, and he really ought to have been
one. You had better keep an eye on him. Some of
these times he might do you up." "TOE SMUGGLERS. :2BI
CHAPTER XXII,
Paul Hamilton was a firm believer in luck. He was
not a particle superstitious, or even religious; but he
had gambled a great deal, and had come to regard luck
^as something real, something worthy to be taken into
account in every transaction of life.
His conception of luck was not the prevailing vulgar
idea concerning it. He looked upon it as the operation
of some unknown natural law, Which had a powerful
influence upon the affairs, of mankind. A law which
could be applied for good or evil, if it was only properly
understood. But the human intellect was of too limited
capacity to compass its full cognition or analysis in the
present stage of mind developement. Providential in*
terposition, fate and luck were, perhaps, identical.
Lately Mr. Hamilton was out of luck.    That was the .232 THE  SMUGGLERS.
only way to account for the miscarriage of his plans.
His failure to seduce Ida was simply beyond all reasonable comprehension; and any other woman in the
world except Gertrude Allen would have been touched
by his eloquent appeal, but she had remained wholly
unmoved.
He had been trusted with the delicate task of "working" the delegates to the county convention for Hallam's
nomination for Superior judge.
Though not a legal elector of the state he, with the
assistance of some of the ward heelers, managed to get
himself elected a delegate to the Democratic county
convention, now but two weeks off. Everything promised well. He canvassed every precinct in both city
and county, and saw all the delegates, securing' the
promises of at least two-thirds of the whole number to
cast their votes for Hallam. Sandeel would hardly wait
for him to ask for the support of the Ninnycum club;
he seemed glad of an opportunity to accommodate
Mr. Hamilton. The wily collector accepted the "little
assessment" under protest—after he got his hands on it
—and declared on his word of honor that Hallam should
have his undivided support for the office he aspired to
fill. THE SMUGGLERS. 233
The convention met, transacted its business, and adjourned. Hallam was defeated by eight votes. The
Ninnycums voted for him according to promise, but it
was afterwards learned that they made a little trade,
by which they secured enough votes without their own
to defeat him.
Hamilton was certainly out of luck. His luck was
even worse than he suspected. Lately he and Billy had
been doing a wholesale business in opium. Collector
Sandeel and Deputy Bovine were now plotting to sever
the connecting link that bound them to the bold smuggler. Hamilton was a dangerous fellow, and they hated
him, lie had wounded their vanity and humiliated them,
and they thirsted for revenge.
They could get even with him, and they would do it.
To use the chaste language of Deputy Scott Bovine,
"Hamilton was something of a son-of-b—h himself, but
he'll learn that there are sons-of-b—s in this western
country who could give him cards and spades and then
do him."
Another reason why it was almost imperative that
the smuggler should be disposed of was that the smuggling ring demanded it. Hamilton had been, not only
supplying several of the most important cities on the m
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coast with the drug, but cutting prices as well. His?
business operations had affected the entire trade of the
district.
The ring called* a special meeting of its officers and!
stockholders, and summoned the collector before them.
They insisted upon knowing why this interloper was permitted to carry on his illegal traffic in competition with
their monopoly without any attempt being paade to put
a check upon him. The gentlemen of the ring believed
Sandeel had broken faith with them,, and accused him
of remission in the performance of his sworn duty to his
Country,
The collector told the whole story, explaining how he
had been cruelly tricked by the unscrupulous master of
the Mermaid, and how that same infamous person had
gained a knowledge of the entire workings of the Puget
Sound Smuggling Ring, as well as of the personnel of the
investors in that enterprise. The reputations of many
of the most prominent men in the State were in the
keeping, of this man. 'Im0
Notwithstanding this #array of damaging facts, resolutions were adopted to the effect that Sandeel should
be instructed to put a stop to Hamilton's operations at
once.
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It was contended that if the collector would capture
the smuggler, imprison and prosecute him vigorously,
that any disclosures that Hamilton might make would
have no effect. Under such circumstances the public
would not believe a single statement made against the
members of the ring individually or collectively. Should
he say anything tending to reflect upon the character
of any member of their fraternity, it would be generally
thought that vindictiveness or a desire to do mischief
prompted him to do so.
Sandeel, however, was not so sanguine that the course
mapped out for him to follow, would result satisfactorily. He objected to executing the plan on the grounds
that there were witnesses to the agreement that had
been made with the smuggler who might make trouble
if called upon to testify. They were persons of good
standing, friends of Hamilton, and men who could not
be bought up, at least it would require a very large sum
of money to do it.
The gentlemen of the ring, however, refused to be
convinced. They argued that the smuggling association
had nothing whatever to do with Mr. Sandeel's transaction with Captain Hamilton. It was a private matter, and in entering in such understanding with Hamil- 2f&(> THE SMUGGLERS.
ton, the collector had violated his pledges to them. The
ring had secured the office of collector for Mr. Sandeelr
with the distinct understanding that he would protect;
its monopoly. Unless he was willing and able to comply with the conditions of his appointment, he would be
removed from his official position, even if they had to
dead-lock the tariff legislation in order to accomplish that
purpose.
There was nothing else for Sandeel to do except to
accede to their denfand, but he prevailed upon the
committee to grant him ten days in which to place
Hamilton in prison or drive him from the country.
That Hamilton must be disposed of was quite evident^ but just how that was to be done was a matter of
more conjecture. The master of the Mermaid was a
bold fellow. It would be impossible to frighten him
out of the country, and if he was captured he would
make a hard fight; involving the collector in a very unsavory scandal.
He called his deputy into consultation with him. Mr.
Bovine suggested dynamite. He could hire a man from
the Coast Seaman's Union for a couple of hundred dolr
lars to construct an infernal machine and conceal it
aboard the Mermaid just before the schooner, sailed for
va THE  SMUGGLERS. 237
Victoria some night. The machine could be regulated
so that it would permit the vessel to get an hour or so
out to sea, and then "blow them so high they'd never
come down again."
But the collector did not approve of such violent
measures. He would have enjoyed a pyrotechnic display of that description, but he was afraid that the
sailor might get drunk some* time and give the whole
thing away.
Then the feasibility of detailing the revenue cutter,
Wollcott, to follow the schooner about the Sound during
the ten dsijs of grace, and by so doing frighten the
smugglers into leaving the country, was next discussed.
But this idea was abandoned as impractical. Possibly
the schooner might attempt to do a little smuggling in
spite of this surveillance, and in the event the Wollcott
discovered such intention, she would overhaul the vessel
. and arrest the sailors without waiting for custom-house
orders. Collusion with the officers of the cutter was
simply out of the question. Many of the officers of the
revenue marine service are ex-naval men, and the
"officer and gentlemen" idea prevails among them to
the same extent that it does in military and naval circles. 238 THE  SMUGGLERS.
To hold a position in the military or naval service of
the United States government, a person must be a gentleman of the highest integrity. Criminal capabilities
are the principal requirements of the civil service incumbent.
At last, the plotters evolved a scheme that they felt
confident would answer the* purpose. They planned to
prevail on Hamilton to make a trip to Alaska with a
cargo of opium; and while he was on the way there
they could notify the collector at Sitka to be on the
lookout for the Mermaid and seize both vessel and crew
the moment they reached the northern port.
Hamilton certainly could not hold Sandeel responsible should he become involved in trouble with the custom officials other than those of the Puget Sound district. To pursuade the smuggler to make the Alaskan
trip was the next, and most delicate undertaking of the
scheme. It would never do to have Hamilton suspect
that either the collector or his deputy were interested in
the project. The plot must be worked independent of
them. Lee Yung, the Victorian agent of the six companies, they decided, was just. the man to do it. He
owed Hamilton a grudge for kidnapping him, and they
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with him. Hamilton trusted Yung to a certain extent,
and this fact, the collector thought, would facilitate the
work of sending the smuggler to his ruin.
Deputy Bovine was detailed to go to Victoria and
make all arrangements with Yung, first being cautioned
not to permit any conversation between himself and the
Chinese agent to be overheard.
The conditions were ripe for the successful execution
of the plot. Hamilton was still smarting from his defeat
in the Democratic convention. It was a hard blow to
his vanity that a lot of clam-eating, fish-catching denizens of an out-of-the-world, sea-coast village should
beat him at politics—a game in which he had prided
himself as being almost invincible.
Ida was another source of restlessness and discontent.
She was a beautiful girl, and his passion for her had
lately developed into genuine love, superinduced, perhaps, by the fact that she seemed to be growing indifferent to him. He could not make up his mind to marry
her, as he still regarded her as his intellectual and social inferior, but he greatly disliked to give her up. She
systematically avoided him, never permitting herself to
remain alone with him even for a moment, In the. past
few months he noticed that she was receiving "regular 240 THE  SMUGGLERS.
attentions" from another young man. This aroused his
jealousy, and on several occasions he attempted to remonstrate with her, but she always succeeded in eluding
him and keeping out of his way. A few days before, he
had trapped her in an unoccupied chamber on the second floor of her mother's house. He had seen her enter
the room, and his feet being incased in slippers, he followed her noiselessly, surprising her so by his sudden entrance, that he succeeded in locking the door and putting
the key in his pocket before she recovered herself.
When she did regain her senses she turned upon him fn
a perfect blaze of anger, calling him a coward and demanding instant release, at the same time expressing
the wish that he would leave her mother's house forever.
He opened the door and she passed out of the room
and down the stairs, "her face reflecting no inconsiderable
degree of scorn and contempt.
The fact that it was generally rumored about Kuhnville, that he was engaged in smuggling, was also
another cause of perturbation and discomfiture.
It was by no means prejudicial to his  social  standing,   but  the  notoriety  was  extremely  distasteful  to
him. • He had not as yet lived long enough in the Sound.,
country to become wholly indifferent to this   peculiar THE   SMUGGLERS. 241
violation of law. Many of the most respected, leading
citizens of Kuhnville were smugglers, and the trafic was
looked upon by the community as quite an arristocratic
calling, but Hamilton could not entirely disassociate the
crime with petit larceny and similar misdemeanors.
He had no scrupules of pride in committing the crime,
but it greatly compromised his vanity to have it known.
One day Paul and Billy went over to Victoria in the
schooner for the purpose of purchasing an unusually
large supply of opium, as the price of that drug had advanced  over  one  dollar per pound in the past week.
Lee Young seemed quite pleased to see Hamilton, and
as was his custom, led the way to a private room and
ordered refreshments.
Hamilton had paid Yung for his first consignment of
opium, greatly to the Chinese' surprise, and despite
their little passage at arms he had continued to deal with
him. Yung pretended to feel well disposed towards the
smuggler, and apparently they were on the best of
terms.
"How much you sell you schooner?" Lee asked, as if
struck with a sudden idea, while they. were drinking
their wine.
"She's not for sale," Hamilton replied.    "Why?"  he 24# THE SMUGGLERS.
asked, after a moment's reflection. "Do you want to
buy her?'*
"No," the agent responded. "Melican man. He pay
heap big for Melmed."
"What does he want with a schooner?"
"Go tel Laska."
"Sealing?" M :\^i
"No.    Take a dope."
"Why don't he get a steamer?"
"Steamel no good. Big steamel too much money;
lilly steamel not too much coalee."
"A small steamer couldn't take enough fuel along to
last the trip, is that it?"
"Yes," the agent rejoined.    "Laska long tlip"
"Much sale for dope in Alaska?"
"Yes, heap, big money. If a man buy a schoonel,
me sell thlee thousand pounds."
"What's it worth in Alaska?"
"Twenty-two dollas pound."
"Chances for getting in there without being caught
pretty good?"
"Yes, good. Custom-house man he buy a 'dope.
Wlite me lettel."
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he?    Let's see your.letter."
The Chinaman unlocked a desk, and after a search of
fully ten minutes among his papers, he brought forth a
letter post-marked Alaska, written On a government
letter-head, and signed by the collector of customs for
the district of Alaska. The letter contained an order
for six thousand pounds of number one opium, to be
sent to the writer immediately. It also agreed.that* the
sum of twenty-five dollars, per pound should be paid for
the whole amount or for any smaller quantity, if delivered in the next seven weeks.
The letter was a forgery, but the smuggler had no
suspicion that such was the case.
"Lee," said Paul, "how would it do for me to make a
i run up to Sitka with about a thousand pounds of the
stuff?"
"Dun-know," Lee responded. "Long way el Laska.
Heap wind blow."
"I'm not afraid of the wind. How about the revenue
officers, are they all right?"
"Alle same like a Puget Sound."
"You think I could get in there without being picked
up, do you?"
"Yes, no catchee me give you a ticket.     How much 244 THE  SMUGGLERS.
you give me?"
"Why, it seems to me, that if I buy the dope from
you, you might give me the ticket free of charge."
"How much you buy?"
"I'll take a thousand pounds*"
"Not a muchee. You take two thousand pounds, I
give you ticket.
"Haven't the money, You had better sell me the
thousand. Seventy-five hundred dollars is a large sum
of money these hard times."
"You pay me eight thousand dollas, I sell you thousand pounds dope, and give you ticket."
"No; I won't give a you cent more than the regular
price, seven dollars and a half a pound. Will you take
it or not?    I must get back to the ship." t$f$^
"All light; me take him.   When yon want a dope?"
"To-night. On board the schooner/ same time, same
place."
Hamilton left the agent's office and hurried to the
bank. Since he had begun to accumulate, he deposited
in the bank of British Colombia, that institution being
more convenient than the Kuhnville banks for making
payments on opium. He presented his check for eight
thousand dollars, which was paid without a moment's
hesitation. THE  SMUGGLERS.
245
"It's either make or break," the smuggler said to
himself, as he examined his bank book, while returning
to the schooner. "When I have paid for the opium and
made a few purchases necessary for the trip, I will have
less than seven hundred dollars to my name."
' At ten o'clock that night, Yung delivered a thousand
pounds of opium aboard the Mermaid and received pay-
. ment for it. Shortly afterwards the white sails of the
vessel could have been discerned in the white moonlight, speeding before a good beam wind on her long
northern voyage. 246 THE  SMUGGLERS.
CHAPTER  XXIII.
The Mermaid held her course all night through Haro
strait. At daybreak the following morning she rounded
the last of the San Juan group of islands, and entered
the Gulf of Georgia. It was in the early fall, the most
beautiful time of the year on the Pacific coast. The
days were warm and pleasant, and the nights just cool
enough to induce sound, healthful sleep. The air is always heavy in all portions of the globe affected by the
Japan current, but in the fall, just before the rainy season begins, it seems lighter than at any other period of
the year.
A trip to the southern portion of Alaska from Puget
Sound is not so great an undertaking as might be supposed by those who have never made it. It can hardly
be called an ocean voyage if the inside passage is taken. THE   SMUGGLERS. 247
Nearly the whole of the way can be made through a
series of straits, channels and sounds, formed by
coastwise islands within sight of the main land.
There was only one place on the entire route where
vessels are exposed to the swells, of the ocean. This
was Queen Charlotte Sound, which was not over thirty
or forty miles wide.
The Mermaid was certainly a rather small craft for a*
sea voyage of a thousand miles, and in a season of the
year when the weather was so uncertain, but she was
staunch and strongly built.    Her crew had become skillful sailors and were bold and tirelesSo
The program the brothers had arranged for the
voyage was to follow the regular steamer route clear
through to Sitka. One thing that embarrassed them not
a little was the fact that they had neglected to procure
the proper ship papers before leaving their home port.
In the past few months, Hamilton had grown out of the
habit of observing the custom house rules and regulations when making his little business trips to Victoria
and return, and in this instance he was wholly unprovided with any of the necessary customs' documents. '
Because of this, they would be obliged to avoid the
Mary Island custom house, as well as any stray revenue 248 THE  SMUGGLERS.
cutter that might be cruising in the northern waters,
Yung had assured the smugglers that they would not be
subjected to governmental inspection at Sitka, but he
would not be responsible for the action of the Mary
Island authorities. The collector for the port of Alaska
usually made his headquarters at Sitka, leaving a deputy
in charge of Mary Island station. Yung's letter of introduction was all' the passport needed with the chief
official, but it might not command so much respect from
the subordinates.
It was Hamilton's intention to sail night and day so
as to reach Sitka with as little delay as possible. Under
ordinarily good circumstances, they could make the
trip in about twelve days. During good weather it
would only require one man on deck at a time, so the
days and nights were divided up into "watches" of four
hours each. Under this arrangement they both would
have ample time for sleep, rest and the preparation of
food, etc.
The passage of the Gulf of Georgia, and Johnson
Strait, a distance of two hundred and fifty miles, was
made without incident. A fair, steady wind prevailed
during the whole of the fifty hours' run, and the young
men were beginning to feel like congratulating them- THE SMUGGLERS. 249
selves on the prospect of a safe and quick passage
through the open sea, across Queen Charlotte Sound,
when they would again find shelter. But in this they
were to be disappointed. Just as they entered the sound
and were within a few miles of the ocean, the wind
died down, and*a heavy fog settled over the water, obscuring the land and leaving them drifting aimlessly
with the tide on an unknown sea.
To make the situation even more interesting, the
compass had been removed from its repository and
could not be found. Some miscreant had in all probability stolen it.
The wind now, was all that they could depend upon
to keep them on their course, and if that should die
out entirely, or change they would certainly be in desperate circumstances. For twenty-four hours things
remained unchanged. Just enough air was stirring, the
smuggler thought, to barely stem the flood tide, and they
could count on about three miles an hour when the current ebbed. That they were gradually approaching the
ocean, they felt convinced, as the swells grew higher
and longer as the hours passed. At one time they
thought they could distinguish the sound of the surf
beating upon a rocky  shore, and  they  spent several '250 THE SMUGGLERS,
hours sounding the water in the hopes of finding an
anchorage, but "no bottom" was invariably the result
of each .throw of the deep-sea line. At about midnight
of the second day of the fog, the wind began to freshen
up, and in the course of couple hours to come in strong
gusts accompanied by a pelting rain.
The mist and fog disappeared as if by magic, but the
sailors realized that their condition was in nowise bettered. A storm was upon them, and they had not the
remotest idea where they were or the direction in which
the vessel was heading. They must wait until morning
before they could get their bearing. In the meantime
nothing could be done but make all preparations for
weathering the storm. The mainsail and staysail were
furled and firmly secured, while the jib and foresail
were doubly reefed. The hatches were closed and the
decks cleared of everything that was apt ^o be washed
away in the event that the vessel was boarded by heavy
seas.
It came. The Mermaid bent before the first blast of
the gale till her starboard rail dipped several feet beneath the water, at the same time a great sea broke over
the stern completely submerging the vessel, and nearly
drowning the seamen.    As soon as he partially recover- "   THE  SMUGGLERS. |'%f"  251
ed from the shock, Paul luffed the helm, intending to
keep as close to the wind as possible. But he had not
calculated the fury of the storm. Another blast hurled
the craft in the trough of the sea, and another great
wave buried her ten feet below the surface, It was impossible to face it, so the helm was put about, the fore-
sheet slacked off, and the little vessel flew before the
shrieking tempest like some terror-stricken animal.
All night the Mermaid ploughed on through the foaming water, her mast bent nearly double before the fierce
gale. Day light came at last, disclosing the fact to the
weary, disheartened sailors that they had passed out of
sight of land. As the sun rose and dispelled the mists
and clouds, they knew that they were headed almost
due west, and they calculated that they must be fully a
hundred miles from the British Columbia coast.
In the few hours of the morning the storm lulled
somewhat, and the sailors pulled up closer to the wind
in hopes of again finding their course by running in a
northeasterly direction. But as the day wore on the
wind again began to rise, and before evening the gale
was even worse than on the preceeding night. Though
every effort was made to keep the schooner head-on the
sea and to make some way toward land, yet the sailors SBfef THE SiSfUGGLERg.
knew that their efforts were almost futile. The storm-
driven vessel was surely being carried along by the gale
far away from land,
For hours the brothers, exhausted, drenched and
chilled to the bone, crouched down beside the wheel and
waited for what seemed inevitable death.
A report like the discharge of a cannon startled them
frOm their semi-comatose condition, The schooner reeled
as if from a shock, and the smugglers thought the supreme
moment had come. But the Mermaid suddenly broached to windward, refusing to answer her helm and lay
helplessly rolling in the trough of the sea. The sails
had blown away and she was indeed a wreck.
The sea now" began to break over the doomed craft
With every billow, but she was too heavily ballasted to'
upset, and her decks too strong to be crushed by the
force of the water. How that the helm was of no use,
< it was abandpned, and the sailors crawled over the
deck to a better sheltered position on the windward
side*of the craft and lashed themselves to the rail. In
this position they lay, regardless of the passage of time
until daybreak.
As soon as it was fairly light, Paul dragged himself
into an upright position, and took a view of the scene THE  SMUGGLERS. 253
about him. His heart fairly bounded with joy. Right
before him, scarcely three miles to leeward, lay a long
stretch of H| extending as far to the north and south
as the eye could reach. His exultation, however, did
not last but a moment. A, closer examination of the
coast disclosed a new and even greater danger than had
as yet been experienced.
The shore line of the land rose perpendicularly in
a rocky cliff of several hnndred feet high, while
thousands of huge bouldere poked their ugly heads
above the surface/of the sea, threatening instant death
to any craft attempting to invade their territory.
Nearer and nearer the storm swept them toward the
rocks, and more awful the scene appeared. They never
in the world could reach the shore alive. It wassimply
impossible for the wreck to drift through those grim
sentinels, and in that storm. Inevitable death stared
the brothers hard in the face.
A loud crash, the vessel seemed to give a spasmodic
leap upward, alighting on her beam ends; then followed
a series of short, hard bumps, accompanied by a rasping, grating sensation, lasting halfU minutes, and the
craft became completely submerged in the water. She
had struck on  a hidden reef, but the heavy sea had 254 THE  SMUGGLERS.
swept her clear over it. When she again rose to the
surface, Paul saw that the foremast had been carried
away, and his brother had gone with it.
All hope died out of him, as well as all fear. He
could feel the vessel filling and sinking beneath him.
His hopelessness seemed to inspire him. Despite the j
numbness and exhaustion from hunger and cold, the
bruises and soreness of forty hours constant battering
about the .deck, he now sprang proudly to his feet. Supporting himself by twisting an' arm through the ratlines
of a shroud, he stood defiantly awaiting the end. He
never felt better in his life than at that moment. Free
from care, indifferent to everything, he looked out upon
the horrible scene with the exultation of a victor.
Scarcely four hundred feet away was the cliff-like .
shore, but the vessel was being driven along it in an
oblique direction. Two hundred feet ahead of him lay
an immense rock, covered with long, jagged, pointed
spires, which were being alternately buried and then
exposed by the waves as they dashed against the cliff
and rebounded back again. In five minutes more the
schooner will be upon that rock; in five and one-half
minutes, she and her master will have entered the great
domain of the Past. r
THE  SMUGGLERS. 255
A shout attracted Paul's attention, and glancing to the
shore, almost directly overhead, he saw the cliff lined
with human beings, some of whom were carrying a huge
kayak upon their shoulders and all were hurrying toward a ravine some distance ahead of them, and which
led down in a gradual slope to the sea. He saw that
the people were savages by their grotesque dress and
strangely tattooed faces, and that they were being led by
an European, who was much taller, and of larger pro
portions than the Indians. The white man appeared to
be urging the canoe bearers to make haste, as they
rushed like a troup of strange animals down to the
water.
Hamilton understood that an attempt was to be made
to rescue him, but he had no faith that the effort would
meet with success. The moment the schooner struck
the rock, nothing could save him; and besides he did
not believe the canoe could live five seconds in the sea,
even should they succeed in launching it.
He saw the leader place himself in the canoe, and his
savage attendants push him as far out from the shore as
possible. The next instant the boat rose up end-ways
upon a great wave and was hurled back bottom upward
on the shore.    Strong arms righted her again, then fol- 256 THE SMUGGLERS.
lowed a few words of sharp command, and again she
shot into the sea, A few strokes of the paddle brought
the canoe and its bold occupant almost under the stern
of the now nearly drowned schooner. "Catch that line,'7
shouted the canoist, swinging a plummet attached to a
» rope over the side of the wreck.    "Now jump."
Paul instinctively obeyed the commands, quickly wrapping the line around his waist, he sprang out into the
sea as far as he could.
He had barely reached the water when his ears were
filled with the sound of crashing timbers as the schooner
struck; and at the same instant he saw the kayak rise
on the crest of a wave and then turn clear over. He
had just time enough to see that the over-turned boat
was secured by a line reaching to the shore and into the
hands of the Indians, when a hard jerk tightened the
rope around his chest and he felt himself drawn rapidly
through the water. First on the surface and then beneath it, rolling and tumbling in the surf, until he was
finally caught by a great wave and hurled senseless
on the beach.
vJ i
THE   SMUGGLERS. 257
CHAPTER  XXIV.
Upon coming to his senses, fourteen hours after the
events in which the preceeding chapter closed, Hamilton found himself in a small log hut, lying in a seal
skin dressed bed. Near him, before a blading fire-place
of stone and clay construction, sat the large individual
who had dragged him ashore from the wreck. He
seemed to be busy with his own thoughts as he gazed
steadily in the fire. Paul aroused him from his preoccupation by an attempt to speak.
"Well, Mr.  Hamilton,"  the man  said in  a strong,
hearty voice, rising and approaching the bed; "how do
you feel?"
'   Hamilton examined the other's ^features as closely as 258'
THE  SMUGGLERS.
|
the light from the fire-place would permit. It was the
man whom he had so cruelly wronged, Jonathan
Mather.
"Pretty weak and sore, Mr. Mather," he managed to
articulate, after making several ineffectual efforts. "But
I'll be all right again in time.5'
"Just keep quiet," Mather said, "and I will bring you
something to eat and drink. I suppose you feel a little
hungry and thirsty by this time/' he added with dry
humor. flllll
Without waiting for a reply, he left the cabin, returning half an hour later with a large bowl of soup, made
from wild fowl, and a cup of tea.
The food greatly refreshed the storm-tossed man, and
after partaking, he began to question his entertainer as
to his whereabouts, the nature of the inhabitant of the
country to which fate had brought him, the particulars
of the wreck, and if the sea had yet thrown up the
body> of his brother, Billy. Beyond telling him he was
on one of the smaller of the Queen Charlotte Islands; that
the natives were savages of the Hiadas tribe; and that
the body of poor Billy had been recovered and buried,
he refused to answer his questions or permit him to talk.
As time passed the patient grew stronger, and before THE  SMUGGLERS. 259
a week had passed, the bruises had been healed, and the
swellings so reduced that he was able to hobble around
a little on crutches. By the time he arrived at this stage
of recovery, however, he and Mather had exchanged
confidences in all matters of mutual interest.
Mather explained that after he had been forced to
abandon his attempt to vindicate himself, he had .come
to the island, and lived there ever since. During his
ethnological studies while in Kuhnville, he had met a
a chief of the Hiadas Indians, and a strong friendship
had been established between them; The Indian was
a sealer, the owner of a sealing schooner, and after the
the disgrace which had befallen the schoolmaster, he
had no difficulty in persuading his friend to accompany
him to the Queen Charlotte Islands, and engage in sealing and whale fishing.
Mather had found his new occupation not only well
suited to his present condition of mind, but highly
profitable. His share of the dividends derived from
the sale of oil and skins already exceeded two thousands
dollars and the sealing season was not yet over. He
intended some day to return to the United States, but
he felt no inclination to do so at present, perhaps not
for years hence. 269 THE  SMUGGLERS.
In return Paul told him the whole of his career in
Kuhnville^ including a confession . of his complicity in
the great newspaper conspiracy^ which had so cruelly-
blasted the schoolmaster's reputation and future prospects. For fully an hour after this disclosure the two-
men sat without speaking, each buried in thought. The
schoolmaster broke the silence.
"So, you did that?" he said, referring to the Laporte-
plagiarist conspiracy.
"Yes," the other answered.    "I did it/'
Another long silence followed this exchange of words,
Which Mather again interrupted.
"What prompted you to tell me of the matter now,""
he asked,^a spirit of repentance?"
These two men represented in themselves one of the
most important transition in the evolution of the Anglo-Saxon mind. Mather belonged to the single-minded class
of individuals, and was a representative of the most highly cultivated product of that type. Instinctively he was
perfectly honorable, yand whenever temptation or the
sophistries of reason led him into committing an act of
duplicity, it was done in violation of his nature. He
understood wrong-doing as something unnaturak as a
manifestation of inherent weakness or depravity, and he THE SMUGGLERS. 281
liad very little sympathy with wrong-doers.
Hamilton was a multi-minded person, His inheritance was of a more extended character than that of
his companion. He was of a superior organization, but
a much poorer specimen of his kind than Mather. His
capabilities were greater than those of the schoolmaster,
but his development as an individual was less perfect.
It was just as easy and natural for him to transgress
social and civil law as to observe it so far as his conscience was concerned. Yet, on the whole, the good in
him predominated. He fully appreciated his lack of
development, and always intended some day to give his
attention to the cultivation ofseharacter.
"No," he returned to Mather's question. "I don't
think my action can be attributed to any such motive.
I don't feel repentant according to the general acceptation of the meaning of that term. You took the chances of
what seemed to be certain death to save my life. I have
enough honor in my composition to make something of
an approach to an appreciation of your self-sacrificing
conduct. I owe you a debt of justice. I can make you
a partial payment of that debt, but it is only from a
feeling of self gratification that I do so. Since lying
here I  have thought the matter over carefully, and 262 THE   SMUGGLERS.
have considered all the consequences that my confession would entail, humiliation, loss of friends, disgrace,
but I also analyzed the probable effect that it would
have upon my self-respect to remain quiet. I concluded that I could not afford to leave the matter unadjusted."
"It seems to me," Mather observed, "that if you
will voluntarily invite the humiliation and disgrace
that such an exposure will surely cause, there must be
something uncommonly heroic in your nature—something worth saving. Now that you have made a beginning in the right direction, why could you not entirely
abandon your life of trickery and deceit, and occupy
yourself in something more compatible with human dignity and intellectual pride. I am hopeful that you will
reform your habits of thought and manner of life."
"Yes," Paul responded; "I see how necessary it is that
I should live in a way that would be conducive to the
cultivation of an earnest idea of life. But I am not. an
heroic person. It is you who is the exceptional character. I am only an average individual. Moral integrity
is by no means a component of intellect. It belongs
rather to the domain of character. It is not an uncommon thing for  a person to possess an almost God-like THE  SMUGGLERS. 263
intellect and prostitute it for the accomplishment of the
most devilish purposes. I have intellect enough, but
my moral nature is inherently weak. During all the
years of my aimless, idle existence, I have carried with
me the consciousness that the whole superstructure of
my life was built upon false plans. The foundation was
wrongly laid, and each succeeding story was poorly
constructed, flimsy and ever on the point of collapse. I
knew this, yet I did not have the strength of character
to level the whole thing to the earth and rebuild The
processes of my intellect kept the weaknesses of my
moral nature constantly before me, yet I did not fully
realize my condition until in the last ten days. Those
three long days and nights of suffering, the cold, hunger, exhaustion, those great rolling waves, and constant
dread of death, and—then my brother—"
"Yes, yes," hastily interrupted Mather. "A truly awful experience, but it may have been all for the best.
There certainly ought to be some good result from it.
For several hours the two men did not again speak.
They sat looking into the fire while the night wore  on.
"You say you wish to do me the justice of straight^
ening that newspaper matter up?" Mather said at last.
"Yes," Hamilton replied. 264 THE  SMUGGLERS.
"How do you propose to do it?"
"Make a written confession of the whole miserable
affair, and have it printed in the newspapers of Kuhnville and Salem, and send a certified copy to the Present
Age."
"Could you not think of a plan that would vindicate
me and still be less severe on you?"
"No. No more scheming for me. I mean straight
business now."
"When do you think of doing this?"
"The moment I can get back to Kuhnville. The
sooner the better it would suit me."
Mather arose from his seat and left the shack. In a
half hour he again returned.
"Hamilton," he said, "we can leave here at seven
o'clock tomorrow morning for Puget Sound. I have
given orders that the sails should be bent to our sealing
schooner and all other preparations made for the trip."
"All right then.   We'll go."
A week after this conversation the Hiadas sealing
vessel dropped anchor in Kuhnville Bay. Paul Hamilton and Jonathan Mather went ashore together. After
a visit to the office of a notary public they shook hands
and separated.     Hamilton went to his boarding-house
1 THE  SMUGGLERS. 265
home and Mather went to the home of Gertrude Allen.
He found Gertrude at home, and he found her more
human than he had ever before known her, and much
more so than he had ever expected to find her.
Without waiting for an explanation or to see Hamilton's written confession, which lay in her lover's pocket,
she twined two beautiful arms around his neck and
bade him welcome to her home and his—his just as
soon as he could make the necessary arrangements to
claim his own.
Several days later the happy couple learned that
Paul Hamilton and Ida Huntington had been quietly
married and had gone East.
"Yes," said Mr. Hallam to his partner Mr. Wilton,
while discussing Mr. Hamilton; "in some respects he
certainly is a daisy."  ?<3 s4se
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