The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1874-07-23

Corsican and myself fell a talking with
an acquaintance we had made, DR.. Dean
Pitferge, dry cynical, nervous man, firm
~ impressed with belief that our voyage
would come to no good end, and always'
in comical way Of his own, prophasying
i'll.
Turning to me, after some doleful tale
he said: THE Captain does not believe
my stories, aid may be he does not knew
that this ship is haunted. The officers
and sailors will tell you, if you ask them,
that shadowy form wanders about the
decks after dark
"By St, Dustan!" cried the Captain,
well watch for it this very night"
And watch for it they did, but no
ghost appeared.
The next was fair and beautiful April
day. The sea sparkled under the sun,
and every body seemed in the best Of
humor. We succeeded in withdrawing
McElwin from his seclusion, and as we
prominaded the deck together, Harry
Drake crossed our path, and locked sharp
ly, IS thought, at our friend.
"Who is that MANI" said McE!win.
IT don't know" I replied.
"He displeases NE" was the reply.
Put two enemies in throng and they
will inevitably meet. 1t Is fated. A
question of time, nothing more.
The next night was thick and foggy.
No precaution was neglected to insul e
the ships safety. The Captain, Sir James
Anderson, did not turn in. Two officers
were constantly on the bridge; mate and
two men were stationed forward, whila a
quartermaster and a sailor had charge aft.
Capt. Corsican and took notion to
walk awhile or the main deck before 60
ing to bed, as peaceful citizens take
walk on the main plaza of their town.
Through the fog we saw man leaning
on the railing, completely motionless
Corsicsn eyed him closely,and said to me
Its McElwinl"
We addressed him. 'McElwin," said
We.
"Hush!" said McElwin, pointing to a
shadow which was moving slowly along
the deck. 1t was hardly visible form
which was watching McElwin.
"The woman in black" murmured our
friend.
shuddered. Captain Corsican grasped
my arm. and I,could feel that he shudder-
ed also It was one and the same thought
that struck US both-that this was Dr.
Pitferge's ghost.
Corsican and I could no longer doubt
1.-THE ghost-was McElwin's fancde,
Harry brakes wife. Fatality had brought
together all three upon one ship. Nc
Edwin had not yet recognized her, but he
might at any momeut, and the perplexity
of Corsican and myself increased tenfold.
The events of the next day were far
from adding to our comfort. A foot-race
between the sailors was organized, and.to
our horror. Drake and McElwin got into
a dispute about the matter. We man
aged, by little adroitness, to separate
them, but as we went down into the cabin
our friend said, calmly, Il shall slap that
fellow ia the face, the first opportunity
that presents itself"
4 Il
The next day wandered into part of
the ship I had not before found out, and
ga row Of state-room whose existence
had not suspected. As passed, heard
a woman's voice singing a kind of mon
otonous chant. stopped to listen. N.Y.
presentiments had not deceived me. Har
~ Drake had hidden his unhappy insane
wife in this obscure part of the ship. from
which she escaped only at night. There
was no name upon the door of the state
room. The song to which listened was
only series of phrases frequently inter-
rupted, at once sweet and sad Tt con-
sisted OF parts of verses, such as a person
in magnetic sleep might recite. Ills
tened awhile with feelings of pity and
sympathy, and the song ceasing, I turned
to go back, and almost tumbled into the
arms of my unhappy friend, McElwin.
"Have you heard the singirg?" said he.