Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1901-08-31
life. Wan good turn deserves another ses

leads us along a passage, mighty DARK.
wild all manner av thruck lynn round We
bruk our shins, bumped our heads, an
swore magnificent. Thin he throws open a
door
Here, noble captain he ses, are the
min ye're afther. An don't be forgetting
yer promise
Twenty years. answers Crossman.
Yell get it. me lad. He turned one av the
min wild his fut Come in, bhoys,' he ses.
Well have to pack 'em out this.
1--WE filed in an I was the last inside.
The door slammed behint me with noise
av thunder.
"'Phat did yez do that for?' ses Cross
man, sharp.
Il didn't ses l.
.Ye did, ses he. open the door, an be
damned.
It's glad I'd be to do that same. I
Ses, but there's circumstances beyond me
ccnthrol' ses J. which prevints. It's
lockedT ses l. Murder! Ye should have
heard him swear. He banged the door till
it rang.
Iron he ses whin he'd tired av the
divarshion. Come this way, bhoys. Now,
all together, Well, sor, a ton av San Fran
cisco polls hit that door wild a bang that
wud smashed a foot ball team, but ne'r
a culver.
TRAPPED" hollers the sargint. Hin
nissey,' he ses, III have we discharged
This mint. sargint, L answers, if it
PLACE We! For shmelt quare shmell,
sweet an sickenin', an 1 was thinkin' I'd
nivir see Biddy Hinnissey any more. Wur-
roo 1t was powerful Like forty drug
stores, on'y stronger. Thin me head be-
gan to go round an round.
Holy shmoke" ses Crossman. 'Chloro-
form, May the Lord have mercy on We,
Hinnissey.' Then he keeled over an lay
quiet. The min banged about, gaspin' an
chokin', an fallin' over one another for
while, thin the shtuff got into me lungs
an l follows the sargint's lead an shapes
quiet as babe
The reporters pencil raced over his
paper. Have another" he said. While
catch up
Thank you, 1 will soo," said Hennessey.
Here's to that old erlmp May
the divil soon get him.
well what happened neXt?'
''Sorra a thing l rimimber till l hears
voice roarin in me ear an big fut lands
in me ribs. Get up, Jack Smith, ses the
voice; we've had time to Shape off your
drink
'Arrah, be aisy. Biddy,' 1 ses. Thought
l was in me bed at home. Yer fists gettin'
powerful heavy, me girl. Get out wild yer
Jack Smiths, l grumbles without opening
me eyes, or it's combin yeZ hair wild the
poker I'll be-
Thin a big fist landed on me nose. IN
tache yez to cheek yer officer, ses the
voice. Be the rod av Moses, sorr, | jumps
all the grit out me.
Il was in the middle av a dirty little
room lined wild hunks all round. 1t was
dark an gloomy an be the light av a slush
lamp | saw a dozen min sittin' with the
legs av thin danglin' from the hunks. A
big man stood over me with raised list
Tumble up he ses, Jack Smith
AN I'd be glad to do that same, ses
An l know what it Names For l
didn't like his lu'ks, he was powerful big,
hairy an savage u'kin'.
" Ctr he seS.
Nov, thin L replies, 'ye're sphakn'
t'American.' l got. Up ladder l STUN
bles wild the man afther me hot-foot, an
behave me, whin l got to the top l nearly
tainted from surprise. L rubbed me eyes
an hung on to a rope to keep from fallin.
Water water everywhere! A-pitchin' an
a tossin', gray IN the distance like the
clouds, an black close by, with spharkle
av froth on the criSt aV each wave. The
big masts rose straight above an made me
dizzy to LUX up, with the little round tops
av thin slipping acrost the sky; the wind
whistled mournful through the riggn'; an
the heave av the "eSSel turned me sick at
me stumick.
...Swab thin decks, Jack Smith, ses the
big man. Mate he was. sorr, an a hard
man. but l wasn't goin to knuckle down
without a struggle.
Jack Smith, yerself,' ses 1. 'Hinnis-
sey's me name. 3 II av the San Fran
cisco police force. A good man, be the
same token, an 10 tarry sailor. Put me
ashore, We blatharin' ruffin,' l continued,
that 1 may resume me public duties
Jack Smith, yer name the man.
Jack Smith av the ship Polly Ann, two
days out from Frisco on a three-years'
whain' cruise Thin he smiles Aleasant
an fetches me clip betwixt the eyes av
me-.
Jack Smith let lit be- ses I, whin me
emotion had subsidized little. It's incOg-
nhto I'm travelin' This v'yige, but if liver
l catch We in San Francisco, I'll"
"'Ye may do that same. SEES the mate,
an welcome, but ior the prisint yen take
your watch we son av a sea-cook"
An Jack Smith it was for better nor
a year. We sailed TO the north. an many's
the fat whales we sthruck. an terrible the
storms we weathered be the grace av God.
Mountains av ice sailed past us. an some
times the decks was covered wild snow an
ice. But av that III say nothin'. Whin
winter come on we laid up in northern
port. The mkt season the luck followed
us agin: for be the summer was past we'd
a full ship an pulled for home"
Didn't you see anything of Crossman
or the other boys?' asked the reporter.
"Crossman | saw. but the divil an eye
did set on the others. A shanghaied sail
or's gn'rilly shipped for long v'yige, an
there's little doubt the squads scattered
from Japan to Jerusalem This was the
way av me seem f;rossman. Whin days
run honey ward bound. we sighted whaler,
an she sgnaled us to take her letters.
The weather bein' fine an the sea calm,
ran right aboard Ter. | was on the
III kout, an sees Il big tarry sailor Starin'
over the side.
'Hinnissey. Be me fathers bones"he
hollers. Hihnssey! he roars. come
abOord an report TO yer supherior officer
I'm minded, ses he. to station yeZ aboord
this here vessel Will L makes Inc report in
Frisco.
Sargint CrOSsman,' / answers, sof: and
calm diSSimbling me aSthonshmint: .Sar-
gint Crossman. ye may go to hi. I'm for
maxim me own rapport to Biddy Hinnissey.
I'll give yer best rispicts" continues, very
polite an pleasant, to yer wife
leone aboerd. we villin.' he hoars, or
yell be tried for INSTRUMENTATION.
III tell your WIFE SEES l. soft an sweet,
as We We're lost in bad sthorm, also that
ye're spliced to an Esquimaux woman. It's
married she'll be afore yeZ arrive homer
I've wudn't do that. Hinnissey?' he ses,
GRIMM like the lady wild her head in the
lions mouth. No. Hinnissey, me good
friend. We wu'dn't do that?'
Faith. an 1 wu'd,' I. firmly AN
what's more l ses, I'll have the crimp
killed afore you see Frisco
"'Ye will not replied Crossman, conf
dent.
~ will
"'Nivir ses he, grinning', an just then
a little man jumps into the riggin' an halls
me.
Noble captain he bowls. I appale to
yez for the redress me wrongs an a
passage home. 1 have bin he whines,
'brutally shanghaied. Whin captured ses
he, it's plyin me lawful thrade imp.oy-
ment agint in San Francisco harbor was.