The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1910-06-26

our Impotence until the darkness
came.
The night was perfectly clear. We
would have preferred clouds instead of
millions Of shining stars, for we
feared-we knew not what.
At dusk We reached the spot where
we had heard the splash of the falling
body and the words, tomorrow night"
We pushed into the sedge and wait
ed, it seemed hours, before we saw the
three blue lights dancing on the water
But "all things come to those who
wait" and the little blue lights came
directly towards us, dancing up and
down, glimmering and gliding. As
they drew near we saw that the
ghostly lights were in skiff rowed by
two men and that the startling blue
points of light were manipulated by
third man
Some illegal business. Jean. I'm
sure of that"
Yes, 'agin' the government as the
Irishman said"
We could see every movement made
by the men, though we were securely
hidden from them among the rushes.
They rowed close to the shore, then
with boat hooks they lifted two boxes
from the water and deposited them on
the beach. While they were doing
this, the man with the lights walked
back and forth in the skiff, lifting
them up and down but keeping them
just above the water.
When the skiff was made fast to
stake already driven in the sand the
three started up the ''Lady's Walk,
the man with the lights leading, the
other two following with the boxes,
which seemed heavy.
$50 much for the ghost1y lights
they are understood. | don't know
what those men are doing but I mean
to find out" said my sister.
We walked slowly, trying to decide
what course to pursue. The men had
disappeared, but that was not strange,
for the sand dunes would hide them
from view.
We neared Red Mans Hollow and
as we were about to lift the curtain
saying, throw some loose sand over
It and no one will suspect that any
thing is buried here"
We turned and fled to the nearest
sand dune, which, fortunately for us,
was but a few yards away, and crouch
ing behind it we waited breathlessly.
In few moments we saw the three
men leaving the Hollow, one leading
with the three lights, going down the
Lady's Walk to Pirates Cove.
"A narrow escape, that" said Jean,
with sigh of relief.
Yes; I'll be glad when I get home.
Wonder what we'll run up against
next. Going to investigate the buried
treasurer"
Mot I. it might not prove to be
treasure"
We slept by turns, one of US keep
ing watch while the other slept. Then
when morning came we gathered to-
ge1her our few belongings ard has
tened home.
The first thing we did was to call up
the chief of police and ask him to
come to our house.
He came Immediately and listened
gravely to our report When We had
finished he said:
important find. Have you told anyone
else of tnis?"
mo, SIR
Then keep it quet. I want to
catch those men,"
Not long after, one dark night, fol-
lowing our directions the chief, with
others of the force, lay in wait and
caught the three men as they were
emerging from the Hollow. They
were handcuffed and guarded while
box after box of silverware, jewelry
wines, cigars and all sorts of goods
were .unearthed.
These proved to be articles stolen
from residences and stores of Pensa-
cola, and the mysterious thefts were
no longer mysterious.
The thieves had used the blue lights
to work on the superstition of The peo-
pie and had been so successful that no