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Los Angeles Times Sunday Magazine 16 tuna Island, although fifty Spaniards and over one hundred Filipinos perished or drowned there in the China Sea. Hastily throwing the dead Dons overboard, Van Noort and his men worked frantically, ere they could extinguish this fire, which now threatened to burn up their whole ship. Then these gallant Dutchmen humbly knelt down on their blood-stained deck, and offered a prayer of thanks to God, for thus saving them from perils manifold. Van Noort made some hasty repairs, hoisted the sails of his foremast, and sailed out to sea with but a few of his men left unhurt. The San Bartolome had meanwhile captured the Concord; whose survivors were executed later in Manila by the Dons, despite the promise of life to its crew.

Its brave captain, Viezman of Rotterdam, refused to save his life, by turning Catholic. A protes-tant he had lived; so he would die a Protestant, said he, adding that he thought that God took less note of men's creed than of their lives and deeds. Meanwhile, Van Noort escaped to Borneo, where he repulsed some Malay pirates' attempts to capture the Maurice. Fearing lest the Portuguese capture his badly shattered ship, he went to Java, where he vainly sought to get a load of spices, to pay for the expenses of his voyage. The Dutch then were safe there; but Van Noort did not know it; so off homeward he sailed, around Cape of Good Hope, and back to Holland; arriving on August 26, 1601, with only forty-four men left out of the 245 who had sailed from there with him on this buccaneering voyage, ever memorable in the annals of the werewolves of the waves.

As a trading venture, his voyage was nearly a total loss; but he was rejoicingly received by all Holland, which always afterward held him in high honor, not only because he had covered the Dutch name and flag with great glory by that famous sea fight of his, off Manila Bay; but also because he was the first Dutchman to circumnavigate the globe thus proving the Dutch fully the equal of England's able mariners, such as Drake and Cavendish, neither of whom had done any such terrific fighting as Van Noort had with the Spaniards overseas. And when the Dutch heard (from his men) of that great battle, why, all the Hollanders fairly worshiped Van Noort; and they rejoiced when, at Prince Maurice's special request, he entered the naval service of his country, wherein he did it and himself great honor. The wooden Japanese anchor Van Noort hung up outside his Rotterdam house, long pointed out as one of the world's greatest wonders in the anchor line. Hardly ever was there a greater sea hero than this man of mystery, who refused to divulge his past, even when his account of this celebrated voyage was published and enjoyed by Europe at large. Wise Hollanders surmised that he was a noble, possibly a black sheep of some ancient Dutch family; but he kept his secret until he died, in all honor and glory.

(Copyright, 1930, tr Decree W. Kirkmaa) Werewolves of the Waves (Continued from Page Ten) both ships pouring broadsides Into each other, so close that, the muzzles of the cannon almost touched Tvhen run out of the gun ports. The galleon, hit between wind and water, was now being flooded; so the Dons frantically sought to free her from the Maurice, in whose forepart the big anchor of the San, Antonio had become firmly lodged. Hour after hour, the furious battle raged, amid, clouds of powder smoke that shattered the nerves of the Spaniards and filled them with terror and l1 horror. Only fifteen unhurt fighting survivors now were left aboard the shattered Maurice.

So these survivors suggested that perchance the Dons might now spare their lives, if they surrendered. Surrender? The very word angered the fearless Van Noort. "Death first!" he shouted to his men. And seizing a lighted torch, he stood in the door of the Maurice's powder-magazine and coolly said that he would blow up them, himself and the Maurice, rather than surrender the ship to the hated Spaniards! One glance at the grim powder-begrimed face of this ex-pirate, with a naked sword in one hand and a flaming torch in the other, was enough for Van Noort's men. So they took a fresh grasp on their weapons, uttered a horrible yell of despair and rage, and fell upon the Dons so furiously that they drove a lot of them off the Maurice and onto the San Antonio.

Some Dons understood Dutch, and they now shouted that they heard Van Noort say that he was going to blow up his ship whereupon nearly all the Dons clambered aboard the San Antonio. Taking instant advantage of this confusion, Van Noort hastily piled some combustibles 'between decks, just abaft the mizzen-mast, poured some powder over them, and led a powder-train to it, at once applying a match to this powder-train. Instantly a shower of sparks and a great cloud of smoke shot up from the after-hatchway, and the flames rose high, as the combustible matter caught fire! Think of that, you Anglo-Saxon fighting men, for a desperate artifice the astounding exploit of a fearless fighting man, who fought to a finish a hero who played his last card in this dangerous game of death! This heroic stratagem worked! With a yell of terror, the Spaniards all fled from the Maurice to the San Antonio, which they pried apart from the Mau-orice, only to have this galleon soon sink beneath the waves, as she was full of water. Wrapping the captured Dutch colors around his body, to show the Spanish King his prowess, De Morga leapt from the sirking galleon; and after swimming four hours he landed on For- Growing Up With the City (Continued from Page Fioe) used with no changes except an iron railing and a fence around the fountain. In 1886 Fred Eaton built the first electric railway in the city, which was on Pico street.

Its opening was a gala occasion in Los Angeles. Though essentially a self-made man, Mr. Eaton, who studied engineering unaided for years, regrets his lack of opportunity for an academic schooling. He has, incidentally, vigorous views on education. He believes that parents, In their natural fondness for their young, are unable to judge impartially what their children are capable of.

In his opinion, thi3 must be determined by outsiders, and he feels that a board under State supervision, serving somewhat as an intelligence test to decide whether or not a young man is worthy of higher education, would save a great deal of money to both parents and State. He also thinks that after completing high school, a young man should work for a year before commencing college, trying in that time to find himself, or learn what he is best suited for. At the age of eighteen, Fred Eaton belonged to the first volunteer fire company in Los Angeles, called the 38's. They had no horses, but pulled the hose cart by hand. They later got a fire engine, which was also pulled by hand.

And like his father before him, Fred Eaton had dreams In advance of hl3 time, for to his visionary foresight may be credited the greatest single achievement which has made Los Angeles and its surrounding communities what they are today his dream of bringing water from Owens Valley to Los Angeles. Hollywood, San Pedro, the great San Fernando Valley, all are the realization of his practical vision of bringing the melted snows from the high Sierras to Los Angeles in 250 miles of open and covered canals. It has been said that nothing exists in this world, which did not previously exist in some man's mind. It was the year 1913 when great crowds gathered here to witness the opening of a wheel which loosed the water through the aqueduct it had taken years and millions to build just twenty-two years after Fred Eaton had first visualized it. As such events often have their inception, it was quite by accident that he made his first trip into the Sierras.

He went to Owens Lake the first time in 1891 with Frank Austin, who had a colonization scheme which Mr. Eaton turned down because of lack of transportation. But he saw water everywhere. His imagination was captured by beautiful Owens Lake, with an area of seventy-three thousand acres, fed by the snows from Mt. Whitney and the high Sierras.

He was infatuated with the country. Later, his family became ill, and their doctor advised a trip to the mountains. "I have just come from such mountains as you have never dreamed of," he told his wife. They prepared for the then difficult trip to Independence. This necessitated taking a train to Mohave, and then a three-seater wagon with four horses from there to Independence.

They made but fifty miles a day. In ten days his family had recovered, but his wife was so delighted with the country that she encouraged him to buy a ranch of five hundred acres. From his first glimpse of the site, he. had been convinced that there lay the future water supply of Los Angeles, and it was he who conceived the aqueduct finally built by the city, and which made his vision a practical reality. Before the city of Los Angeles finally became convinced of the feasibility of his plan, he had spent thousands of dollars of his own money and had interested New York capital in the immense project in the city where it belonged.

The Los Angeles aqueduct was the result. Fred Eaton is a life member of the American Society of Civil Engineers, a life member of Ramona Parlor Native Sons, and has belonged to the California Club for thirty years. THE HOUSE WALK'OVER MAIN. SPRING ARCH SHOES VANITIE Black Kid $1150 Brown Kid Waiersnake Trim $16 lived in this house. Without a word they began to mount the stairs, past the stuffed swan whose orange eye glared mournfully from the shadows.

Creaks and strange little noises came from the wainscoting; the sighs of a sad old house stirring in its sleep. Sandra thought fantastically: "It's watching us! It knows!" And again she had the queer fancy that she was only another of Bridall's ghosts; a shadow gliding along beside another shadow with the ruin of a life between them. A little puff of air passed her face. Lathom's candle flickered and went out; everything was, darkness, and she called in a sharp rising panic: "Glen! Glen!" Sobbing with fear, she felt his arms round her and the harsh coolness of his cheek against her own. "I couldn't find you? It seemed as though" "My only love Sandra "Oh, Glen, the loneliness!" "Never any more, my darling.

Never any more." Downstairs the old lady was still huddled in her chair, listening, dozing, thinking. Round and round her tired old thoughts revolved. Glen Lathom. Yes, little Sandra's first husband. Ha! Can't be much wrong a young man who likes Gains-boroughs Divorce! I don't like it.

We all got on very well without divorce nis face when he saw her! Ha, that sherry! Disagreeing! Nathan's sherry. Hold on to my cellar. Sell Gainsborough but hold on to cellar hold on until the end She slept, a battered old figure of fate with sallow cheeks caved in and mouth fallen a little open. CcoOTUht, 1930. br MoIll Panter.Downes.1 (Continued from Page Thirteen) But since we've come back into this room I've found out that you still love me.

Am I right?" "No!" she said violently. "No! I despise you!" He put his hands on her shoulders, and suddenly she was quiet, relaxed, expectant. The room was still as death. Another sigh came from Mrs. Bride; a deeper, creaking sigh seemed to echo it from the house, and a burning coal caved in with showers of flying sparks.

Then that waiting, aware silence again. "Listen to the loneliness of the house, Sandra! The kind that eats into one's life and rots it. Loneliness for love. Loneliness for sons. Your loneliness and mine, Sandra." She whispered desperately: "Don't!" With a groan and a loud "What's that?" the old lady started awake.

They stared at her dumbly. Blinking at them, she announced cheerfully: "I've had a nap! It's freshened me up. And you've not had a good look at the Gainsboroughs yet, Mr. h'm? Well, you can see them in the morning." Sandra, rather pale, went over to kiss her. "I'm tired and going to bed, Mrs.

Bride. Do you mind?" "Eh? Bed? Yes, run along, child and if you hear anything of the ghost pay no attention. She's a kind, harmless little body. Candle's on the chest in the hall. Will you light Mrs.

Mitchell upstairs, Mr. er Laking?" The hall, in complete darkness now, was very cold; gusty breaths of air ran through it. Ghosts everywhere, Lathom had said. The dank air seemed to press against Sandra, heavy with the hate, lust and despair of people who had StyllsJi Shoes Can De Easy The Mam Spring ARCH adds naught to their weight. You do not realize its presence except for the absence of foot fatigue at the end of a busy day.

It absorbs the jar of every step. $10 to $16.50 Jesbergs Walk.Overs HOPS Clergymen are barred from the Sunday-night young-people's club which has lust -been established by "Rev. H. L. G.

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