The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1905-11-19

was soon accomplished; and about the
time that DR.. Bryce Joined Mr.. Thonlp-
son, staring moodily over the sea
through an open gun-deck headlight.
the chain ratified out the hawse-pipe
and the big battle-ship forged ahead
MT thompson started nervously at the
surgeons approach. then resumed his
Vigil; and DIR. Bryce, to give him time
TO steady himself. chose another dead
light and opened it.
1t was slack water; the ship had not
sagged away from the buoy which had
been fastened to the chain before Slip
ping, and in order to see and avoid this
buoy search light above was playing
upon it. The brilliant effulgence illu-
mined the sea for fifty feet around it,
and the white paint on he long spar,
upright from the weight of the buoy
, rope, glistened like FURNISHED silver
Like the high lights of a painting it
attracted the eye, and perhaps no one
a board-not even the man manipulating
the light-Saw what appeared to the
eyes of the two watchers at the dead
lights: CHASTITY face rising out of the
sea at the edge of the circle of light
agony and despair one arm raised in
supplication, the other encircling a
demijohn. Then the light flashed away,
and the darkness was blacker from the
contrast, while out of this blackness
came a despairing cry: Help! help!"
ooh, Cod" gasped the master-at-
arms, staggering back from the dead
light. Did you see, doctor-F'innegan?
Did you hear?'
What did you see?' asked the sur
geon, little unsteadily.
''F'innegan's ghost, swimming, with
the demijohn. / saw it,
II saw nothing" said DR.. Bryce, firm
ly now. Neither did you. You are
unstrung. It's nothing but nerves. Go
down to the bay and ask for some
bromide"
Muttering to himself, Mr.. Thomp-
son moved slowly away toward the
after-hatch, and DR.. Bryce again looked
out of the headlight. Then he sought
the bridge, where he found Mr.. Clark
sen.
There are two ways" he said, di-
dactically, ''by which we influence our
fellow men in this vale of tears. One
is by suggestion the other by telepathy.
Mr. Thompson imagined he saw Finne
gan's ghost, and by suggestion made
the sentry see it. He imagined it
again, and by telepathy, in perfect
silence, projected his mind state into
mine, and made me see it"
Thought you didn't believe in
ghosts" answered the officer, looking
ahead through night-glasses.
Il don't. I believe in telepathy. L
have demonstrated to my own salts
faction tonight that Authorizations are
contagious.
"Just So grunted the executive,
peering ahead throuh the night-glasses.
It's getting thick. Coin to have fog"
DR.. Bryce looked askance at him and
went down. Some men are too ma
terialistic; their very souls are foggy.
For two hours that night the big
battle-ship stormed on, and then came
change of the admiral's heart-or liv-
er; and the rasping wireless-telegraph
instrument sounded his wishes, that
the Argyll go back and blockade that
bay into which she had driven the
enemy. So, around she swept, and
went back at the same rate of speed
for two hours more, by which time
the fog predicted by Mr.. Clarkson had
closed down thick and the lead indicat-
ed a shoaling bottom, which, with the
evidence of the log, proved their close
proximity to their late mooring. But it
was almost hopeless to attempt pick |
ing up the buoy in that fog, so they |
got another anchor ready and waited,
while the ship, with stopped engines,
rounded to, head to tide, and men Slung |
from sponsor ports sang out the depth |
board and port-in the |
long drawn, melodious singsong of |
leadsmen. And between two of these |
calls, faint as the voice of a distant |
photograph, there came out of the |
thick gray silence, to port, a wailing |
cry, Help! help! Starboard your |
wheeli''
1t was the voice of the lost Finne- |
gan: and Mr.. Thompson peering out |
through a gunport, staggered back |
with suppressed shrek.
May L suggest, captain" said the |
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