The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1922-03-17

syndicate back to San Francisco, they
looked across at the little Maggie ii
for the last time. and observed that
the mate was on deck, experimenting
three Kanaka sailors who were hoist
ing supplies aboard from bumboat.
Commodore Gibney babe his first
command a misty farewell.
"Good-by. little Ship" he yelled and
waved his hand. "Gawdl You was
a witch in a light wind"
Seven days after leaving Honolulu.
the Hilonian steamed into San Fran
cisco bay. The syndicate could not
wait until she had tied up at her dock,
and the minute the steamer had passed
quarantine Mr.. Gibney hailed pass
ing launch. Bag and baggage the
happy quaFtette descended to the
launch and landed at Meiggs wharf
Mr.. Gibney stepped into the wharfin-
gers office and requested permission
to use the telephone.
Whats up, GibY demanded Cap
tain Scraggs.
Il want to phone for automobile
to come down an snake US up town
in style. This syndicate amt a-goin'
to come rampin' home TO Gawd's coun-
try lookin' like lot o. Eyetalian ped
dlers. We're goin' to the best hotel
an we're goin' in style"
With the assistance of the wharfin-
ger an automobile was summoned. and
in due course the members of the syn
dictate found themselves ensconced in
fashionable suite in San Francisco's
most fashionable hotel. Mr.. Gibney
stored the syndicate's pearls in the no.
tel safe, deposited an emergency roll
with the hotel clerk, and banked the
balance of the company funds in the
names Of all four; after which the syn
dictate gave itself up 70 period of
joy unconfined
At the end Of a week of riot and
revelry Mr.. Gibney revived sufficiently
to muster all hands and lead them to
Turkish bath. Two days in the bath
restored them wonderfully, and when
the worthy commodore eventually got
them back to the hotel he announced
that henceforth the lid was on-and
on tight. Captain Scraggs, who was
hard to manage in his cups and the
most prodigaI of prodigals with steam
up to a certain pressure, demurred at
this.
mo more sky-larkin', Scraggsy, you
old cut-up,' Mr.. Gibney ordered. "We
had our good time comm after all
that we've been through, but it's time
to get down to business agin. Riches
has wings, Scraggsy, old salamander,
an even If we are ashore, I'm still the
commodore. Now, set around an Wen
hold a meetin'.'
He banged the chifronier with his
great fist. "Meetin' o. the Maggie syn
dicate," he announced. "MeetinTl
come to order The first business be-
fore the meetin' is call for volun-
teers to furnish a money-makin' idee
for the syndicate"
Neils Halvorsen shook his sorrel
head. He had no ideas. B. McGuffey.
Esquire, shook his head also. Captain
Scraggs wanted to sing.
81 see it's up to me to suggest some
thin" Mr.. Gibney smiled benignly, as
If money-making idea was the easiest
thing on earth to produce. The last
thing remember before we went to
that Turkish bath was us four visitin'
a fortune teller an havin' our fortunes
told, past, present an future, for a
dollar throw. Anybody here remem-
Der what his fortune WASP"
It appeared that no one remembered,
not even Mr.. Gibney. He therefore
continued:
1.-The chair will app'int Mr.. McGuf-
fey an himself a committee o. two
to wait on one o. lhese here clairvoy-
ants and have their fortunes told
agin."
McGuffey, who was as superstitious
as a negro, seconded the motion heart
lily and the committee forthwith sal
lied forth to consult the clairvoyant
Within the hour they returned.
Members o. the syndicate" the COM
modore announced, 1--WE got an idea
Not a heluva good one, but fair to
middlin'. Me an Mac calls on this
the minute she gets lamp at my NIT
cit is worthy of remark here that Mr.
Gibney had a starfish tattooed on the
back of his left hand, full-rigged ship
across his breast, and a gorgeous pic
ture of a lady climbing a ladder
adorned the inner side of his brawny
right forearm. The feet of the lady
in question hung down below the fringe
Of Mr.. Gibney's short sleeve) she got
up an says: Ny friend, you're max
in grave mistake remainin' ashore
Your fortune lies at sea- Then she
threw a fit an mumbled something
about light-haired man that was
goin' to cross my path. guess she
must have meant Scraggsy or Neils.
both bein' blondes-an' she come out
of her trance shiverin' an shakin'.
"'Your fortune lies at sea. my
friend she kept on sayin'. Go forth
an seek It.
"'Gimme the longitude an latitude,
maam,' 1 says, an I'll go out
Look in the shippin' news in the
papers tomorrower,' she pipes up.
Five dollars, please"
you didn't give her five dollars.
did your" gasped Captain Scraggs.
"Why, Glib, my dear boy, I thought
you was sober"
$50 I was"
"Then, Glib, all I got to say is that
you're a sucker. You want to consult
the rest of us before YOU go thrOwin'