Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-04-02

.HE fish warden's shanty stood
on level with the top of the

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cataract, the force of which turned
the wheels of great mills on both sides
of the stream, just below. So great
was the roar of the waters passing
over the barrier that 1 could not hear
my own knock on the door; but it
must have been heard within, for the
door opened and grizzled face ap-
peared in the aperture. | saw the
lips move; but heard no sound. Nor
could l hear my voice as [ shouted,
@Are you the fish warden?" A nod of
the head assured me, and continued,
inaudibly to myself but doubtless
heard by the accustomed ears of the
other. MAY l come in?"
He opened the door wider, and l
entered. Within the little house, with
the noise of the waters shut out so
that the human voice had some
chance, conversation was easier. /
said:
"You must pardon me, but l am
an investigator for the Society for
Psychical Research"
A sullen frown flashed over the fish
warden's face. well" said he, @that
don't bother me any. You can in
vestigate all you've mind to, and
find nothing. Not fish of these
sluices ever sees the table as long
as I'm fish warden, and anybody that
says"
"You fail to comprehend me, sir"
said l, taking stool near the door
and offering him a cigar, which he
accepted. u represent a society Or
gained for the purpose of Investigate
ing instances of so called supernatural
occurrences, such as the communica-
tons from spirit beings which are
reported to us occasionally. Some
persons refer to these visitors, or
spirits, as ghosts
The fish warden, who had been
standing by the window listening to
me with puzzled look in his eyes,
suddenly stood up very straight and
stared steadfastly, suspiciously, at me.
"Who sent you to me?" he asked.
"1f I'm not taking too much of your
time" said 1, 3I1l explain the whole
matter"
He sat down on the edge of his bunk,
and said, go ahead"
"A member of Our society,"" said I,
called in to attend the case of a man
at New Bedford. The man was fatally
fore he died he said something to tt
aroused his interest. What he said wa
Tom Entwistle, fish warden at the dal
at Milldale, and tell him that Peter
won't ever bother him again"
"Was that ALP
"That was all. He might have told
interviewed"
"He wouldn't have said the fish w
mot if his name was David Gilman.
at was David Gilman" said l.
A pause ensued. during which the ifs
stOlidly at his cigar. l did not know "
The fish warden was no man to be Apr,
such subject, l could see that. In
who have ghost stories worth the tellin
to narrate them, except when in the
/ wondered how / could lead up to it
The fish warden broke the silence.
come to me for the story about Pete
asked.
"Why," said l, "because 1 belong tc
ested in such matters. We investigate I
cal phenomena is, matters dealin
natural, the unexplainable-and try
truth of them. The remark made by
my associate was so unusual that we I
while following up. However, if you
"If David Gilman sent you, l can't
fish warden; $50 here it is"
TT was just coming on twilight The
darkening. Outside, the roar of the
over the dam was like softly playe'
phOny. The fish warden's voice was K
nize with the accompaniment