The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1897-06-20

by the arm. DO you mean to say you're
gong OF IN this fashion. without telling
me anything further? Who are you. any
way What is the ships name?
He hesitates just second and then
sald, The Inca Prince. Capt. Broughton;
but can't stay TO talk now. The captain
hlmselt VIII tell you about II in the morn
ing. AS you see, his wife is very i'll. You
VIII at least not refuse to help in the mat
ter
And then, before l could stop him. he
Jumped back out of my reach into the
boat and the four sailors, two of whom
We're niggers of some sort, showed off. and
away they went again
You'd better tell the captain to come
ashore at once l called out after them,
but although he heard me plainly enough,
he took no notice OF me beyond waving his
hand
well, we carried the woman up TO the
house, and placed her in chair, and the
moment that my wife took off the wooden
wrapper that covered her head and shout
ders, she cried out that there was blood
running down her neck. And 1t didn't
take me long to discover that the woman
was dying from a bullet wound in the
back of her head.
I'VE did all that we possibly could for
the poor thing but she never regalned con-
seriousness, and toward sunrise she died
quietly. There was nothing about her
clothing to show who she was, but she
wore rings such as would belong to a wo-
man of some position. She appeared to be
about 26 years of age, as / said and when
she was being prepared for her grave /
took particular notice Of her personal APP
pearance. That she had been murdered
l could not doubt; and perhaps some day
even after all these years, the crime may
come to light"
but what became of the shlp?" asked
the mate Of the Indiana.
"Out Of sight by o clock IN the morn
ing. As soon as / saw what was the mat
ter with the woman ] knew that we need
not expect to see any one from the ship
back again. The boats towed her, ] sup
pose, all night; and just before daylight
a breeze sprang uD. which soon took her
away from the land"
II wonder what the true story of that
womans death was2" said Packenham,
thoughtfully. as he looked toward the
place where she was buried.
Heaven only knows" answered the
old trader Whether it was a mutiny,
and her husband was murdered or wheth-
er the officer who came ashore with her
was the captain himself and her husband
as well, ] cannot tell. My own idea Is
that there was a mutiny, and that she
had been shot, perhaps accidentally. In
the struggle, and that, knowing that she
might possibly recover. the mutineers had
decided to send her ashore rather than
have to keep her a prisoner on board, and
then perhaps kill her to prevent the dis
covery of their crime. Any way, / have
since learnt that there never was a ship
named the Inca Prince. I've told the story
to every shipmaster I've met since that
night, and II was written about good
deal in the English and American news
papers Then the affair was forgotten,
and, like many another such thing, the
secret may never come out"
Presently, following the old man, Den
ison and Packenham went with him In the
bright moonlight. and. looking over the
low white wall Of the little cemetery, saw
the unknown woman's grave. A faint
breath of air swayed the pendulous leaves
Of the surrounding coco-palms, which rus
tied softly together. and then dropped into
the silence of the night.