The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1898-06-06

man. The Psyche slowed, then came
round on her heel, broadside on almost
to the boat. which, by now, was close
in to the rocks. Crash! crash! crash!
pealed the whole port battery; and
when the smoke cleared away only a
couple of black heads were visible bob
bling up and down among the wreck of
the boat, smashed literally into match
wood, while from the leadsman came a
short, quick cry of by the mark,
twain!' 1t was splendid piece of
work, and we had just two feet to spare
between our bottom and the rocks of
Cape Tin-ko.
"Only just in the nick of time" said
the captain, walking along from his
bridge to where lay. Now, doctor, 1
think you can cry quits. AS for the sill
yer, probably that's gone, although
there may be just a chance that when
they saw our smoke they left it on
board the junk. Well see, presently,
when the boat returns. Yes, of course,
I'm sorry for your man and the two
passengers. But we couldn't stop to
discriminate, you know. Another three
minutes and they would have been in
the bush yonder. Let US hope that for
tune has been kind, and that Jimmy
at least may be one of the survivors"
But, strangely enough, the pair turn
ed out to be the Malay and the stew
ard and both so badly wounded that
they only lived a very short time after
being put on board the Psyche.
Meanwhile the gun-boat had steamed
alongside the junk, only to find her
with the exception of a few odds and
ends of the stolen cargo, quite empty.
Already the cutter was under the
davit-falls and being hooked on, when
a shout of surprise from men in her
caused me to follow their pointing fin
gers towards the bows of the junk,
where, apparently just come to the sur
face, foated dead body.
by Jove, SIR" suddenly exclaimed
the first lieutenant to the captain,
both her anchors are on deck. What
can she be ridingto? There's something
curious about that
Get on board" ordered the captain
to the young sub in charge of the boat,
land haul up her cable Pick that body
up as you go, and bring it back with
YOU
the stout coir hawser, at the end of
which they found securely dashed not
only the boxes of dollars, but two more
bodies those of poor Cabbage Jimmy
and one of the Chinese passengers. OF
the latter also was the corpse that had
slipped it's mornings and risen to tell
us, it almost seemed, what had become
of the money. On none of the bodies
was any mark of mortal wound: and
without doubt the three unfortunates
had been bound alive to the rope and
thrown overheard, thus not only maxi
ing more room in the boat, but enabling
the steward to punish Jimmy for his
attempts to befriend me.
Some years have gone by since 7
found myself the sole survivor of the
looting of the Ly-chee. But even now
at long intervals wake from my sleep
o. nights with start and a shudder,
as in my dreams bloody memories fit
across my brain. Nor, somehow, can I
ever bring myself to sit in a lounge
chair or tolerate the sight of white
canvas shoes. / have heard people,
noting these peculiarities, remark that
am affected. Perhaps you, who know,
may agree with me that there is some
| little reason for such affection.-Joh
Arthur Barry, in Chambers Journal.