The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1904-06-26

netic. biologic, back-action, inter-
mental. sub-rosaic agent of the Devil
And I can run a Planchette to the
dismay of wroug-doing spectators.
Five francs to the officer in charge
secured for me the privilege of being
locked up along with my wife and a
lady friend in the identical cell which
for twelve years held the mysterious
prisoner. Paper was soon spread OF
the little pine table. Planchette was
produced and placed thereon, and no
sooner had my fingers touched the in
strument than it bounded over the
paper, and wrote in large characters
VOLTA, distinguished Americans!
am here"
He evidently knows u.s." said I:
who are you. my friend?"
Him of the iron mask wrote the
instrument.
And who were you?'' inquired I.
Child of the earth, hsten,' was the
rejoinder. Every individuality of the
sphere has its limitless triangular con-
comitants in the spirit world. What
matters it to the magnetic atoms of
today to decipher the covered mys-
teries of the heretofore? I was. I am.
The sea washes as before, though
maskless I face the stars. Art thou an
swered? Two dollars. please
mot exactly, your Excellency,'' said
I. Personally I do not know that it
makes much difference to me whether
you were locked up here for possessing
suspicious features, or suspicious prop
erty, whether twindom or grand larceny
was your forte. But if you feel inclin-
ed to quiet the anxious apprehensions
of an inquiring world, by revealing
your identity through me, I will give
your statements publicity through the
pages of The Arizona Blizzard Escape,
the mostly popular and widely circu-
lated newspaper published in Kyrene.
Arizona"
Men" wrote the essence slowly,
men called me Mazarin. st. Michel
was correct. 1 was the husband of
Queen Anne and the father of the
Grand Monarch. Louis did not learn of
this until he had been many years on
the throne. He had not the heart to
become a parricide. and yet his con-
science told him that the offense of
being his surreptitious father ought not
to be passed lightly by, or there was
no telling where it might stop. So he
caused false report of my death to be
circulated, he buried a wax effigy of me
with great pomp. while he ordered me
to be covered with a mask of black
tin, and immersed in this dungeon"
And have you not made it warm for
him since he joined you?" said I.
Son. scrubbed the ghost, sit is
warm for both of u.s.
A "A
Mentone is a lovely village situated at
the feet of the maritime Alps, upon the
Mediterranean, a short distance from
the Italian line, and in our rooms, fac
ing and almost overhanging the water
we look out and dream of the phantom
argosies, and historic fleets. and stored
dangers and delights, and listen to the
wash of the waves upon the beach, and
watch the inflated sails swing out from
the smooth and wooing sea. We sit
and listen, until the ear is eDfaptured
with the sound, to the dash and wash
of the mighty Mediterranean, ages and
ages old, and think how Archimedes
his menstrual vision, and trail
ed his Intellectual lines for soundings,
and beat against the inevitable bars of
scientific inquiry, for the Sc
cret of, the chart by which to sail out
into other and greater mysteries. We
think of the lost empires whose cradles
were swung to this same monotone of
the waves. We remember how a reli-
gion was fashioned from the pulses and
the passions of this sea, a NEUROLOGICAL
faith it is true, but yet poetical, and
purer than many which have been
by men from the steepings of
blood. And again we see the myriad
phantom fleets, and the hosts of piano.
piled warriors of old. Ulysses has es-
capped the tabled sirens, and the perils
of rock and whirlpool, and it is the
dip of his oar we hear, as he HES to
his waiting Penelope. Yonder fe1ucca,
with sails lit by the setting sun, is
surely the bark which carried Jason
and his triumphant Argonauts. The
surf which smites the smooth sands
beneath our balcony repeats the refrain
-~O~OeOeOeOeO~O~O~O~OO~O~O~