Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1902-05-24

hiuSL IA Z LullS IOI tlle SleWdEueSS just
before she drank it. They found her
dead and the bottle-a dose to kill an
ox-was clutched in one hand"
felt my blood freeze
1T was in her face" l faltered
THAT is what | saw there. She was
not alone on the wooden bench. Death
all the while, crouched beside her
tempting her"
'The captain" my new acquaintance
went on, ''is furious Our voyage to
Glasgow will not be brief one, and
he has determined to bury her at once
-to-night-before the passengers get
wind of her death"
Bury her" | gasped.
Don't you understand? Throw her
into the sea, cased in a pine box, with
some stone or leaden weights that will
instantly sink it,"
But her friends in Glasgow | hur-
ried. Might not such an act prove to
them the severest of trials?'
mo evidence has been found that she
possesses any friends either in Glas-
gov or elsewhere. She came on board
with only two small portmanteaus and
steamer trunk. In these not trace
of her identity has been gained"
But, still" | began.
Monsieur Guijean cut me short.
Il know what you would say. To
hing her into the sea like this is a hor-
ror. My friend. the second officer. is
grinding his teeth. But he can do moth
ing. The captain-you've seen him,
with his red whiskers and his burly
frame, and his arrogant Scotch scowl-
Is imperious and also impervious. The
funeral CT one may dignity it bv such
nance will take place at midnight.
am sworn to secrecy by the second
officer though told him might break
my word to you, because of the interest
that poor creature has reused in YOU"
INTEREST," | groaned. Say, rather,
Unreasonable pity! Think" | went on.
what an anguish this brutal burial
may cause to parents, sisters brothers
possibly to some one of nearer and
dearer relation-who may now be
awaiting her arrival in Scotlandr
Monsieur Guijean nodded.
The second officer has pleaded with
the captain in just those terms. But
he is not only boor of vuIgarity. He
is also bigot of grossest supersti-
tom
"SuperstitionY
Yes, in this way: He believes that
to carry corpse on the ship will bring
it i'll luck"
And he cannot be reasoned out of
this folIy"'
Can the despotism of a cyclone be
reasoned out of its sayagery? He will
have it so: that is all. If you are on
the lower deck by midnight YOU will
see the burial. | shall be there. The
captain may not like it. but he will not
presume to oppose your presence other
wise than by one of his grim scowls."
Within few minutes of II, the prep
arations had begun My heart thumped
against my side as | stole, in the com
pany of Monsieur Guijean, to a certain
dim lighted portion of the lower deck
SIX or seven sailors were standing
about long pine box. A few passen-
gers, all men, had already gathered
here, having learned the grisly news
heavens knew how. The second officer
stood near the captain, his head bowed
The captain with suppressed wrath and
disgust, was murmuring to him certain
gruff words which l wholly failed to
catch. In another instant he care the
sailors commanding gesture. Three
of them went nimbly forward and
loosed broad segment of the taffraiI
Soon between ourselves and the vast
starlit ocean there spread an open space
across which the least chance stumble
might has tossed you into eternity.
Then came silence. All was ready.
Horrible" | heard Guiiean whisper
In nay ear The swash and rustic of
the tranquil water, plowed by our
speeding ship, gave to the stiffness an
accent of awe.
The captain raised his hand. A man
near me turned away with an audible
sob. -Four sailors lifted the box. AS
they did so long. soft, voluminous
groan issued from it. The men. about
to tumble it into the sea. dropped If
with n sudden crash.
Il will not lie cast overheard like
this. Carry me to the friends who wait
for me. | implore i'll command itip
These words, clear and infinitely
plaintive, came from the box on which
all our eyes were fixed. From two or
three of those assembled broke horri-
fed cry. For myself, | clutched the
arm of Guijean in an agony of alright.