Arizona republican., 1905-05-21
By Gillette Burgess and Will Irwin.
Copyright 1901 by Mcclure, Phillips
 & Company


 Warmed by his copious draughts of wine, stimulated by the comradeship of his fellow adventurers, and his stomach packed to the corners with rich foods. Professor Vango left Coffee Johns. rejoicing in a brave disregard for the troubles that had been so long pursuing him. His superstitious ter TOTS had subsided and for while he was man again.
 He stepped boldly down the street, but it was not long before the echoes of his footsteps struck him chill with dread. The packing cases upon the curb cast shadows where fearful things might turk.
 He had almost reached East street when he yielded to his qualms and bolted into the warmth and light of the BOwsprit saloon to drown his fore bOdings in two schOOners of steam beer So disappeared Coffee Johns luck dime. and with it the stimulating effects of his exOrdium. Vangos short glow of comfort was but re- spite. for shortly after midnight the bar closed and he was sent forth again into the perilous night
 He was pacing up and down the stone arcade of the ferry building
 
 walking the city streets alone with his curse. when it occurred to him that he might possibly make his way to Oakland. Many a time he had met Mrs. Higgins upon the dock behind the waiting room. and he knew the way we'll. He lodged slyly up the wagon track round the corner of the baggage room, to the slip where the steamer Piedmont was waiting to set out on her last trip.
 The crowds went forward upstairs to the protection of the cabin, but Professor Vango stayed by the after rail alone, where a chain was stretch ed across the open stern.
 The humping paddle wheels, the obscurfty of the night wrought heav- lily upon Vango's emotion and the fumes of alcohol mingled in his brain. He was not happy; things went round a bit. and he had hard work controlling his thoughts. He watched the stair way suspiciously, feeling sure that the ghost of Mrs. Higgins, if she were to appear, would come that way.
 In point of fact, a woman did soon descend from the upper deck and stood at the bottom of the stairs in some un- certanty gazing about her. She soon perceived him and came forward a few
 
 putting her off with futile gesture. Curious at this exhibition the woman walked up to him with a question on her lips.
 She was. in all probability. in search of nothing more than a glass of water, but the medium had no more than time to hear, Tell me where" before he had mentally completed the inquiry for her. Appalled,, he had jumped over the chain in the stern, and as she ap- preached with that demand piercing his conscience stricken soul, he shrank back unconsciously. The first step car ried him to the extreme end of the boat, the second led him, with a splash ing fall into the bay. The waters clos ed over him and the steamer swept on. When he came to the surface splut- tering, but sober at last in the face of a new and more tangible danger, he heard the rising staccato of a woman's shriek and saw pyramid of lights fad ing into the fog. Then he sank again and all was cold, black and wet.
 
 He rose to the surface in a space cleor of mist dimly lighted by wisI of moon. a few feet away Q fruit crate bobbled upon the waves in the steam CTS wake, and for this he swan. By