The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1923-03-25

MRS. DALE (sOtth a faint IdW0h)--
l know I'm q fool-but coming
hack here tonight has made me
fearfulIy nervous. fShe sits IN the
chair and closes her eyes, Please
call Jerry Sands. / want to be
convinced it was really he.
PELL f0oing to the dOoracGv and
caIIinO) HO. Sands!
SANDS ffroDa distant part OF the
house, Yes, sir! Coming. sir.
Coming!
MRS. DALE fopeniag her cyesl-It
wasn't Sands! He's far away!
PELL f,Otth a sudden thou0htl-By
Jove! 1t was the fountain! The
gurgling Of the water. Sands may
have gone below and switched off
the current And this bubbling In
the BASIN
MRS. DALE (frmIy) THAT wasn't
the sound heard
"a IOaC, N1eIOdi0n8 9Ch3St16 Q1li1i-
ers on the air. changing into the
nthtteTcd to0fdS NJ chant Ike =
the dT0ne of bGg1pipe.l
PELI4 (I0ith q snap of his jG1OsI-
The devil!
MRS. DALE lin a sharp 1UhisDer)--
The Dyak loye-dance! know
sing iti
PELL fIOith burst of GnOcrJ-It's
some CHASTITY trick! take no
stock In ghostly mysteries! It's
some vile hoax arranged to fright
en- you. Perhaps to drive you from
this property. That sort OF thing
has been done before, you know.
lSOnnds the 10GIlS tOjth his
kStNckIes and examines the fire
place. Your husband was a ma
liciOus old pirate. And | wouldn't
put 1t beyond that old scallawag,
Sands
MRS. DALE (feGrfulIy)-TheC Cap
tain may have left vindictive in
fiuence (behind-to torment me.
But Sands-no! He is as good as
SANDS (emtertnO NTH a lGnteTn)-
couldn't find no doors open,
ma'am. But an outer transom had
come unattached and the wind was
BLOWN in a gale
PELL (SHSpici0uSIy)-What took
you so long?
SANDS (pN0tn0 ont the Idntern)-I
was tryin' to light up that big
headlight in the hall. But when
1t comes L electricity l dunno the
ropes.
PELL (gotn0 tO10drd him Nth
cIenched dndS)-NOw, see here,
my man, this won't do! You're
carrying this mischief entirely too
MRS. DALE crushing 0etweem
them)-Oh, please-please!
SANDS Ito Mrs. DdIe)-Excuse me,
nam. Just let this gentleman
have his say. l want my bearin's
in a fog.
MRS. DA E (nerUOuSly)-He means
the strange sounds that are about
this house, Sands. Mr.. Pell
imagines you are responsible for
them. But you are innocent. And
| know it!
SANDS (stOutly, to Mrs. DGle)-
There's an unseen presence in this
house, mann. That's the long and
short of it. When the Cap'n died
you asst me to come an keep
watch here till you took COM
mand. Well, figgered it was my
bounden duty TO obey you. You're
the Cap'n's lady. (Fiercely.) And
even If / DO see dead men walkin'
out O. stOke-hOles-Ill stand by
YOU!
MRS. DALE (pdIe Islands. what
ever do you mean? Explain!
PELL (GngriIy)-Bosh! Don't lis
ten to him. It's probably one of
those unbridled YARNS
MRS, DALE ito Sands PLEASE go
on!
SANDS (SimplyJ-I'm not ashamed
of the truth, man. The first night
| was on watch | made my berth
in this room. | fell asleep and
was reused by singin'-doleful
and far away, like angels singin'
requiem. l thought maybe it
came from the church across the
way. But the next night it was
different. I heard the Capn sing
in a sea-chanty-right in my ear!
"HO, no! Joan an her tumbled
gown"-that was the tune. One
he'd learned ON an African trader.
An then, by Jimmy! even l knew
it was no angel!
PELL turning G1OGy contempt u6uS-
W)-Ha!
MRS. DALE (trenuuIOuSIy)-Was
that all, Sands?
Enthusiastically whilst was
rummagin' in the cellar draught
blew out my lantern. AS | struck
a match l thought l saw a black