Waterbury evening Democrat., 1906-02-03

Why don't ye waltz" growled ono
 as he hustled him away and threw his
 leg over the rail. 1 Get back snarled another. "Bael wi ye. Yer cappen here. Stan by yel ship"
 We'll have < to swim for it.
 screamed the captain. above the din ol wind. sea and crashing wood. "Have
 we any cork jackets?" "In MT. Actors room"
 'sGet them out.'
 The third mate descended and reap
 peared with but one. which he meekly handed to the captain. All that's left, sir; my room is
 washed away"
 The captain began buckling on the cork jacket,
 No, you don't," shouted the second mate, climbing towards him on the now sloping deck Leave us to drown. will you? Not much. Give me that His eyes shone as though with incipi- tnt insanity.
 No" was the answer. Then the jacket was torn from the captains $ shoulder. He clinched the frenzied of- icer and they fell, arising each with a firm hold on the life preserver, the straps of which were now broken. The third mate watched them with a curi- ous light in his eyes. The first mate had gone to his room for cork mat tress which he knew of
 As he appeared with it sea swept what was left of the half-submerged hull just as the struggling men reachei the break of the poop When it had passed over. two heads were discerni- ole in the receding hollow to leeward, and the struggle was continued in the water; then again-loud and clear above the bowling of the tempest WAS heard the mocking laughter and the frightful ending: Die! Die!"
 Actors done for, muttered the first mate, as he sprang overheard with his mattress. @r.
 But >-out ef~.the demolished cabin emerged fhe third mate, strapping on cork jacket.
 The light from burning tar barrel shone on his face. Looking to wind. ward, at the black outline of storm swept coast, and at the shaking. grind ing fragment of once stately ship on which he stood, he smiled. But in that smile there was no sweetness. no soft hess. All the agony and despair, the misery and degradation of his en- forced voyage was expressed in it; and in the dark eyes-fashing again and defiant-shone the triumph of pitt less vengeance. Creeping down to the rail. he sprang into the sea and, fol- ,cwing his plunge by half-minute, The wrecked stern rolled shoreward. and the light from the tar barrel went out in missing cloud of steam.
 
 Prospectswere good for the first mate. Mir. Boswell. Hewas promised ship. but he could not sleep. Insomnia had seized ann. for an internal. mocking voice vas in his ears night and day. As an offset. after weeks suffering, he of the theater. Any would do. and he entered the first play house he came to, where he sat abstractedly through a variety performance. A burst of applause aroused him.
 The applause continued and in. creased and, when a man appeared. there arose deafsning roar The man was in evening dress and, contrasting yet agreeably, with the 1 white expanse of shirt front. was a lace bronzed with the tan of sun anI i sea to the hue of mahogany. From ! IhIs face flashed pair of magnificent l lark eyes, which wandered over the | audience. and. for a moment, rested | n Mir. Boswell. It was the third mate. IT his ghost.
 There was momentary hush of the I .udience. every face was turned up- yard: for from the dome of the house .ame a laugh-a little low laugh which grew louder and varied its tone md volume from the litter of a child I O the gursw of q giant It ran up he scale. and down it. It played on very chord of human merriment un- ii. as Mir. Boswell seized his hat and tassered from the thszter. the cachin- sation above. filling the whole house with its sound. changed into the hor- ..d. asndish voice of EIee that had s1ghed q great ship on to the rocks md two men to their death.