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The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1919-06-22
First Presbvterian chur

First Presbyterian Church.
Sabbath School at 9:45 a. m.
Morning service at II a. m.
Preaching by the pastor, Rev A. S.
Moffett.
Night services at $3.50.
Prayer meeting Wednesday at $50
p. m.
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1919-06-22
First Methodist Church.

First Methodist Church.
Sunday School at $50 a. m.
Preaching at IL a. m. and again at
SIS p. m.
Ispworth League at 7:15 D. m.
The IL o'clock service will be of
special interest to all members of
that church.
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1919-06-22
Church of Christ.

Church of Christ.
Corner Alcaniz and Jackson.
Bible School at 9:45 a. m.
Sermon by L. l.. Boles at IL a. m.
Communion follows sermon.
Preaching at p. m, by pastor, /.
L. Boles.
Prayer meeting Wednesday at 500
p. m.
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1919-06-22
He Took His Wife'S Advice
BY DIR. LIVINGSTONE

Possibly hadn't been for his wife, the merchant who came
days would still thinking rheuma-
knows however that he hasn't rheumatism and
treating him for what he happened
something like this reading
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1919-06-22

Allister. Jr., C. Bert McA1lister, f. r.
Malone, Mrs. E. r. Malone, Ida Ma
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1919-06-22
St. Katherine's Episcopal Church

Corner Sixth avenue and Cervantes
street. John c. Skottowe, rector.
Rectory, 502 East Cervantes street,
phone. 1898.
Sunday, Jcne %, first after Trim
ity.
Holy communion. z a. m.
Morning prayer and sermon, 11:00
a. m.
Vespers, 4 p. m.
Sunday School, $50 a. m.
Friday litany, 1880 p. m.
Short daily services. $50 a. m.
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1919-06-22
ST. Johns EpiseopaI Mission.

ST. Johns Episcopal Mission.
Warrington.
Holy communion, so a M
Evening prayer and sermon, 7:Se
p. m.
Sunday School, $50 p. m.
Wednesday social evening, s to 10
D. m.
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1919-06-22

Calvary Baptist Church.
Corner Tenth avenue and Aragon
street.
Preaching at Sis p. m.
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1919-06-22
Protestant EpiseopaI chureh

Christ church. corner of PALACES,
and Wright streets. Ven. Johp II
Brown, rector
Sunday, first after Trinity.
Holy communion, 7;45 a. m.
Morning prayer and sermon. 11.oo
a. m.
Sunday School, $3.50 a. m.
Tuesday, st. John the Baptist Day.
Holy communion, 10 a. m.
Wednesday, holy communion, 10 a.
m.
There will be no wednesday or Fri
day litany this week.
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1919-06-22
Lutheran Church.

Sunday School at a. m.
No other services today as the pas
tor is out of the city.
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1919-06-22

Corner Gadsden street and Ninth
venue. Rev. Herbert w. Rice, pas
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1919-06-22

tor
Sunday School, 9:40 a. m.
Preaching, 1900 a. m, and SIS
p. m.
Epworth League, 7:15 p. m.
Prayer meeting, Wednesday, Sis
p. M.
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-07-03

Stuart period. As he stood with the lamplight falling on him, Lord Ernest noticed-as he could scarcely fail to do-the wonderful likeness of the stranger to himself.
 "I must first ask you. Lord Ernest. not to make a noise. There Is no one in your room, know. and you would have some difficulty in making your self heard. This little toy is loaded and this bottle full of chloroform; and have no doubt that with a bullet in your shoulder-I assure you I am g good shot-you would be unable to prevent me from administering a small dose on handkerchief I should deplore the necessity of such violence and the matter really rests in your hands"
 Lord Ernest smiled. "I assure you" he replied. "I am too much interested to make any attempt to curtail this novel experience" Thank you," said the stranger.
 then here goes for the explanation.
 "The GoIdheims' arc giving . dance l tonight-fancy dress."
 "They are"
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detailed to see that this was done
 But what mystif1ed the men mora than anything was the fact that the murderous midshipman was tmmed1- ately released from arrest.
 The significance of these measures was not apparent until the morning of the third day. While the watch was scrubbing decks in the morning watch there was a wild rush of men up tho foremost hatchway. The watch paused a momen. in their work. then dropped their Acrubbers and scurried. yelling. on to the forecastle.
 The commotion attracted tho attem. ton of the officers on the poop. Look ing forward they saw a haggard faoo and an emaciated form crawling aft along the deck. There could be no Ginger Calvin!
 Ginger made full confession. He told how his chum. Spud Murphy, had tempted him, how he had rigged up the dummy, how he had gone down to the galley, how he had lost all count of time. When he heard the cry of man overheard he knew that the neglect of duty must be discovered, SO he hid himself, alasl too successfully.
 The knowledge that every minute of concealment added to the enormity Of his offence staggered him. He re. solved to lie low until they reached port and then to desert; but hunger had forced him from his hiding place,
 At night he had stealthily roamed the mess deck in search of food. Thip accounted for the nervousness of his shipmates. They thought he was hia own ghost! When for two days his search for food proved fruitless ho was overwhelmed by despair, and savo himself up.
 To this day the captain tells. vim considerable gusto. the story of how he outwitted the ghost of Daniel Gal. win.
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-07-03
By Enos Emory

to Bhoot you" he added, and fingered the revolver sugEesttvely.
 "It would be deuced unpleasant. murmured Lord Ernest. give you my word on one condition"
 And that is''
 That you give me an outline of your tonight"
 Why. with pleasure. It is very sim pie now. All tho hard work is done. l shall so to tho Goldheims. I shall se- cure an early dance with Miss Goldv helm, and suggest that we sit 1t out. Miss GoIdheim and her parents are, I believe. confidently expecting a pro- posal of marriage from Lord Ernest Sinclair. It would-if may say SO be an excellent match in every way. shall suggest as private place as pos sible for sitting out. and Miss Gold helm in not unnatural anticipation of a charming tete-a-tete. will readily fall in with my suggestion. and will lead the way to her boudoir or some other suitably secluded spot. shake . few drops-a few only-of chloroform on to my hAndkaSch1a2A 0iss oold6al11
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The stranger bowed and continued:
 "You had arranged to wear a cer- tain kind of mask in order to err facilitate recognition?" he said.
 Well. I'm damned" said Lord Ern- est; and the stranger knew his Ques- ton was answered. He leaned little moro forward. and his hand shut little tightly on ., re- volver.
 "I want to borrow that mask" he said softly.
 And if refuse?" said Lord Ernest blandly.
 Then" said the stranger, with . perceptible tightening of his lips, 'I shall be forced to chloroform you. and tie you up. If you struggle. I shall not hesitate to shoot youth the shoulder. I assure you that nothing can be heard of revolver shot more than 12 yards from this room. and there is no one else on this floor of the building. Also, have given ., great deal of time to this job, and shall carry it out-whether you give me your word or not shall be sorry if have
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The Daphne's Ghost

| Forthwith he descended to the up per deck, searched for a wash deck bucket, and filled 1t with water. Then he returned to the forcastle, and, standing well off from the figure, threw the contents of the bucket with all his strength.
 The full force of the stream caught the upper part of the oilskin coat. This caused the capstan bars to over balance and-well, the figure toppled gracefully over the ships side. For a second the midshipman gazed 1 in wild consternation. Then he let loose 8 horror-stricken yell.
 Man overboardi Man overboard!" In moment the whole ship sprang ! to life, and her decks became a tu- | mutt of running men.
 For more than an hour the ship lay to with her main yards aback, wal lowing in the Atlantic swell For more than an hour her ships com- pany peered anxiously into the night which had swallowed up the boats and by no means the least anxious was the midshipman of the watch. | He was cross-examined by the Of ficer of the watch, by the first lieu tenant and by the captain. Although his story was fairly plain at first, it | gradually became confused. Between apprehension, remorse and the sud- denness of the catastrophe, the un- fortunate lad scarcely knew what had actually happened, and consequently his evidence. when confronted by the captain, was distinctly incoherent.
 At length the boats returned and | were hoisted. All they had found was
 Ginger Galvin's cap and capstan bar
 The captain of the foretop had pre-
 viously given the information tha,
 Danfe Calvin had the port catheac
 lookout.
 Where Is that young blackguard7' ?
 roared the captain. Where is her" l Now, sir," he continued, when tho
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-07-03
By Walt Gregg.

You arc drunki"
 T1s his ghost, sure enoughI "Tis not only myself that has seen himl'
 At that moment the captain came on to the poop. He had evidently caught the last remark.
 What is this all about?" he asked.
 This man refuses to go on the port cathead lookout, sir" replied the lieu tenant, saluting. /
 He says that he has seen the ghost of Daniel Calvin"
 wanst nor twicst, but many ttmesl" interjected the culprit.
 Indeed" murmured the captain. And when did you sec it first, may 1 ask?"
 When they sung out man over board sir" answered Murphy. ''It was in the galley, drinking a cup of 'ot cawfee. sir!"
 "Ahi"
 ''Widout a word of e lie, sirI" Spud went on. gathering confidence and volubiIity. T went up to the break of the forecastele at ono bell, sir, and told him I had some cawfee for him in the galley, sir. He couldn't get re- lieved. but bymby down he comes, or leastways his ghost did, sir, and the next thing I knowed he was over board"
 "Ah!" was the captains only com ment. Then he added to the officer of the watch: Make a prisoner of this man!"
 The incident, easily dealt with by the captain, was not without it's eff feet on the ships company.
 Next morning the captain. who had evidently been struck by a bright idea, took drastic action. Sentrtes were posted all over the ship. Orders were issued that after every meal all food was to be placed under lock and key the keys being handed over to the master-at-arms, and an officer was
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took up the novel again and began to read. He had turned over two pages when he heard the door of his room open behind the thick curtains that screened the entrance.
 "who the deuce Ia that?" he nut tered to himself. q told Jenkins, should not want him until 12 o'clock. |"
 A second click proclaimed the fact that the door had been shut-and Lord Ernest turned his head in the direc- ton of the sound. AS he did 10, the dark green curtains were parted. and a man stepped into the room.
 Good evening. Lord Ernest" he said in a cool, clear voice. Good evening"" replied Lord Ernest, composedly. Who the deuce are you?"
 The stranger smiled. "The explanation is ready" ho said ; I've will consider the question of apology later"
 Al he spoke he threw of the long heavy coat that he was wearing. and ] displayed to Lord Ernest's astonished
 gass . charming court costume of ths
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thoroughly scared midshipman was brought before him, what have you got to say for yourself? Bucket of water indeed! Why, 1t Is as plain as pikestaff that you hit him over the head with a capstan bari"
 Please, sir"-began the unfortu- nate midshipman, bursting into tears before the awfu1ness of the accusa- ton.
 himself with rage. Take him below! Take the murderer of able seaman Calvin below and put him in 1rons!'- Then man stepped forward.
 Please, sir," he said, somewhat diff hdently, "it can't be Ginger Calvin, sir, I seed i'm in the galley just afore!"
 Whats that?" exclaimed the cap tain. Here! Where is the first lieutenant? Clear lower deck and muster the hands!"
 This was accordingly done; every single man 1n the ship had to answer to his name as 1t was read out from the ledger, and every single man did answer to his name-except Calvin. Then the captain caused the ship to be searched by the master-at- arms and his myrmidons, but without suc- | cess. and nothing more could be done. Daniel Calvin had the port cathead l lookout, the port cathead lookout had fallen or been knocked overheard and drowned, therefore Daniel Calvin was drowned. A notation to that effect
 was entered in the log, and the letters | D D put against his name in the l ledger.
 | The proofs of poor Ginger's demise
 seemed conclusive, yet there was one man in the ship who was sorely pug
 Zled, and that man was Spud Murphy. Had he not been standing in the gal
 ley when the cry of "man overboard' was raised? Nevertheless. there was no doubt that Ginger had disappeared
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pile of capstan bars, and the posst- bility of the realization of his desires flashed through his brain. Taking up two of the capstan bars, he stood them up against the forcastle rail. Then he took of his oilskin coat and draped 1t naturally over the bars. Lastly, he put his cap on the top, and, in the darkness. the general effect was decidedly realistic.
 He only meant to bo away for a few minutes, but Spud Murphy's con versation was so engrossing that time passed unnoticed. Of course, the rou- tine of the ship went on as usual while able seaman Calvin was com forting his inner man. At 1 o'clock in the ordinary course of events, two bells was struck. ac- companied by the prescribed halls: "Starboard catheadl"-a distinct pause; "Starboard gangway! Port gangway! Starboard lifebuoy! Port | lifebuoyi" Needless to say. the om- mission did not pass unnoticed by the officer of the watch. Co forward and see what is the matter with the port cathead lookout, he ordered, turning to one of his sub- ordinates.
 Aye. aye, sir!" responded the mid- I shipman, as he ran down tho ladder leading from the poop to the quarter | deck.
 l Port catheadi" cried the yo lng Of {, ficer sternly, when he reached the forecastle, addressing the figure which leant gracefully against the rail | No answer.
 Port cat-ead!" he repeated. in 6 louder voice.
 Still the figure answered not
 By 1ove, the beggar is asleep or the lookout" muttered the nidshtp. man. "I have caught you nicely, my
 fine lad! I am willing to bet that
 will wake you up quicker than yo, went to sleep!"
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must not use force," said the captain. Peaceful persuasion is the order of the day"
 Peaceful persuasion? That means ] presents!" cried the navigator. Exactly" broke in Bellingham. | That's just it! What the deuce shall I give his royal highness? A case of whisky?"
 No fear, sir. We have only three cases left" shrieked the doctor, who happened to be wine caterer.
 Then that is quite out of the ques- tion," said Bellingham quickly How about a regal robe of painted can vas?"
 T want all the spare canvas for deck clothes, sir," announced the first lieutenant. with almost disrespectful promptness. Besides, there is no time to make 1t, and the paint would not be dry"
 "I never came across such a set of l duffers. Can't any of you think of anything?" the captain muttered ir- ritably.
 Well, sir," put in the engineer "I | have got an old top-hat down below, if that is any use. I believe these niggers are rather partial to top hats"
 Just the thing" cried Bellin gham. | banging the table. You have lifted a great weight from my mind and made my promotion a certainty" Then he rang the bell and ordered whisky ky-and-soda. The engineer having brought up the hat, the cap tain retired with 1t to his cabin, and sent for John Sardinetin. the head l Krooman.
 1 In less than a quarter of an hour Bellfngham was back in the ward room, looking more worried than ever "One top hat is worse than no top hat at all" he murmured disconsolate- | ly.
 Flows that. sir?" asked the doctor l Well, John Sardinetin informs me
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ceases to exist temporarily. I remove the famous diamond necklace and walk out quietly with 1t in my pocket. Sim pie, isn't it7"
 Very simple" said Loed mrnesA Then. till half-past II am dumb but I shall give you no longer."
 '"rt Is long enough, thanks," replled the stranger. Many thanks for tho mask-I will have it sent back tomor- row." As he spoke he was putting on his coat; he picked up the mask and drew the curtain from the door. Good evening"" he added T will now mako you the promised apology. The door cltcked-and Lord Ernest Was a2ohe.
 "Ah.s he said to himse1f. ~It's lucky I didn't have to stand up, or he would have seen that my ankle was sprainGd It's lucky. after all. that I aprained 1t skating at Prince's with Ida Goldheizn this morning. and that she knowq ! can't possibly come to the dAnce Hu3 it's very unlucky for my entertaining friend. the necklace thatcher. Tn afraid there will be ruct1on for him 2 And he took up hts novel and began = read AGA11. ss ssss ;sss
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Could 1t have been Galvin's wrath
 that drank the hot coffee SO eagerly !
 Murphy was superstttious. He did not
 know what to make of the matter, he
 did not like it at all; but he deemed 1t
 wisest to hold his tongue. The tragic occurrence naturally
 cast a gloom over the ship, but sailors
 are gifted with spirits of almost cal lous buoyancy. Murphy, 1t is true, shoes and other kinds of spooks, but in 24 hours the incident, If 1t was not forgotten, had become 8 matter of history.
 The routine of the ship went on as
 if nothing had happened, but gradual
 ly a curious disquietude began to manifest itself on the lower deck. It
 seemed as if the ships company was
 suffering from an acute attack of
 nerves. They lost their appetites and could not sleep; indeed, some would
 not go near their hammocks, but re- mained on deck during their watch below.
 | Of course, the officers noticed that there was something wrong. but failed | to discover what 1t was, for the blue | jacket is always reticent. Matters, | however, were brought to head by | one of the men absolutely refusing to go on the port cathead lookout. It ,, was Spud Murphy. Refusing duty Is an offence of the greatest magnitude. and Murphy was | taken before the officer of the watch
 What is the meaning of this?" asked the lieutenant, who, from the mans
 extreme agitation, put him down as
 being drunk.
 l "'Tis Ginger Calvin, sir," Murphy answered, in a trembling whisper. Ginger Calvin? What the deuce
 are you talking about?" gasped the of | f1cer.
 "'Tis his ghost, sirl" stammered Spud
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-07-03
By Elsie Endicott

sailed from Sincnstown, and in due course anchored off Rumpupo. Loko- moko's canoe ot state shot out from the beach
 The admiral made preparations to receive the king in state. A salutins party stood at their guns. the guard and band were paraded on the quarter deck, and the officers call was sound- ed. The admiral and his staff took gangway in readiness to receive htA majesty.
 The st&oe oanoe came alonHz4ae, dho guard presented xrma. and tho h<od played the Salute. Tho first t.stng to appear was on old top hat embeH&zhed in gold leaf with a rear RdxSsAl1 stripes, and tho legend Bald"
 The officers gathered on tho Quagtn1 deck, with their hands at tho aatuha, glanced furtvely at ono anot1er; so did tho guard and kand. Tho blood left the admira1's face; the flag o<ps tain standing c little in the yeafs smiled faintlys the secr<4ary blew aa3 nose.
 Then tho second hat appeared wtxA . captains stripes and "Balder."
 One or two of the officers wW4 seized with voIlent hts of cougnfngt the marines of the guard. standing d the present, shook like trees in . high wind; the admiraPs face turned pur. pie. his eyes blazing, his teeth clenched3 the flag captain took . step forward; tho secretary buried his face in his handkerchief.
 The crisis, however, was at hand. When the third hat appeared with secretary's stripes and "Baldest," tho guard dropped their rifles and rushed forward; the officers turned splutter. ing away. and crossed to the other side of deck; the admiral nearly had a fit.
 Let us draw a veil over subsequent events, and conclude by saying that Jack Billingham was not recommends ed for promotion
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| ceived orders to proceed with utmost despatch to Bumpupo, the capital oi Osolumpe, and convey the above-men- tioned severe displeasure to his dusky majesty King Lokomoko.
 Bumpupo was situated at the head of a creek which had not previously been visited by British man-of-war for Osolumpe was not actually within our recognized sphere of influence The navigator was somewhat nervous, and Jack Bellingham's idea of taking g the ship up to the anchorage at full speed, in order to produce an impress sion, worried him considerably; fn- deed, some very personal remarks passed between them.
 However, the water was deep right up to the beach in front of the collec- ton of huts which constituted the city of Bumpupo and the Alligator was moored without mishap. A salute was fired causing panic anon nGst Loko- moko's subjects; and then the officers went down to dinner, 1t being too late for visits or ceremony.
 After diLner the captain entered the ward room with a troubled look on his face and preoccupied air.
 'I say. you fellows" he began. what the deuce am I to do about this old josser of a king?"
 ''I have given orders for the land ing party to be ready at 8 o'clock to- morrow morning, sir" murmured the first lieutenant, whose ambitions scared in the direction of gunnery.
 Then you can countermand them at once!" snapped his superior. who was evidently not in the best of humors My instructions are to use force only as a last resort"
 Why not take the gunner's mate ashore and work bit of ju-ju busi- ness?" ventured the navigator.
 "A solo on the cornet by my sick berth attendant will have the desired effect, I should imagine" chimed in the doctor.
 T have already told you that
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1 that 1t Is no use giving a present to the king unless 1t is accompanied by
 one for the prime minister and one for the secretary" the captain
 answered.
 T say, sir" cried the navigator sud-
 denly. don't you remember the last funny party we had?"
 "WelI?"
 '"The lamp trimmer sported . dt- lapidated tile. It must be in tho ship
 somewhere"
 T believe the gunner has a topper, too, sir." added tho first lieutenant
 At least, he was seen in Cape Town
 wearing one the last time we wero
 down south."
 That's all right. then!~ said tho
 captain with evident relief. Have
 them sent to my cabin. and, while you
 are about it, you might send the mes
 senger for the painter"
 Then he again sought the solitude
 of the after cabin, where he was
 shortly afterwards joined by the car
 penter's mate. who did duty as paint CT.
 How long the mysterious seance lasted the other officers neither knew
 nor cared. for they turned in; but after breakfast next morning Belling- ham sent for the first lieutenant. What do you think of that?" he cried,
 as his subordinate entered. On the table stood the tree top hats, and the first lieutenant recog-
 nized at once that the carpenters mate had not been idle. The first was embelished with a rear admiral s stripes in gold leaf, with the legend BALD" above them in gold letters i; the second was decorated with a post captains stripes and labeled BALD FER" in the same manner; the third : had a secretary's stripes and on it | the word "BALDEST." The first lieutenant immediately grasped the situation. Bald" Bald er," and "Baldest" were the nick