Cleveland County Leader (Lexington, Okla. Terr.), Vol. 8, No. 29, Ed. 1 Saturday, April 15, 1899 Page: 3 of 8
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PHANTOM SHIP
The Nying Dutchman.
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<*■ BY CAPTAIN MARRYAT.
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CHAPTER XII.—(Continued.)
"There are twenty men on deck to
tell the story," replied the captain,
"and the olu Catholic priest, to boot,
for he stood by me the whole time I
was on deck. The men said that some
accident would happen; and in the
morning watch, on sounding the well,
■we found four feet of water. We took
to the pumps, but it gained upon us,
and we went down, as I have told you.
The mate says that the vessel is well
known—it is called the Flying Dutch-
man."
Philip made no remarks at the time,
but he was much pleased af«,what he
had heard. "If," thought he, "the
Phantom Ship of my poor father ap-
pears to others as well as to me, and
they are sufferers, my being on board
can make no difference. I do but take
my chance of falling in with her, and
do not risk the lives of those who sail
in the same vessel with me. Now my
mind is relieved, and I can prosecute
my search with a quiet conscience."
The next day Philip took an oppor-
tunity of making the acquaintance of
the Catholic priest, who spoke Dutch
and other languages as well as he did
Portuguese. He was a venerable old
man, apparently about sixty years of
age, with a white flowing beard, mild
in his demeanor, and very pleasant in
his conversation.
When Philip kept his watch that
night, the old man walked with him,
and it was then, after a long conversa-
tion, that Philip confided to him that
be was of the Catholic persuasion.
"Indeed, my son. that is unusual in
a Hollander."
"It is so," replied Philip: "nor is it
known on board—not that I am
ashamed of my religion, but I wish to
avoid discussion."
"You are prudent, my son. Alas! if
the reformed religion produces ho bet-
ter fruit than what I have witnessed in
the East, it is little better than idola-
try."
"Tell me, father," said Philip—"they
talk of a mysterious vision—of a ship
not manned by mortal men. Did you
see it?"
"I saw what others saw," replied
the priest; "and certainly, as far as my
jenses would enable me to judge, the
appearance was most unusual—I may
say supernatural; but I had heard of
this Phantom Ship before, and more-
over that its appearance was the pre-
cursor of disaster."
The Batavla waited a few days at
St. Helena, and then continued her
voyage. In six weeks Philip again
found himself at anchor in the Zu> der
Zee, and having the captain's permis-
sion, he immediately set off for his
own home, taking with him the old
Portuguese priest Mathias, with whom
he had formed a great intimacy, and to
whom ho had offered his protection for
the time he might wish to remain in
the Low Countries.
Again he was united to his dear
Amine.
CHAPTER XIII.
About three months later Amine and
Philip were seated upon the mossy
bank which we have mentioned, and
which had become their favorite re-
sort. Father Mathias had contracted a
great intimacy with Father Seysen,
and the two priests were almost as
inseparable as were Philip and Amine.
Having determined to wait a summons
previous to Philip's again entering
upon his strange and fearful task, and,
happy in the possession of each other,
the subject was seldom revived.
Philip, who had, on his return, ex-
pressed his wish to the directors of the
company for immediate employment,
had, since that period, taken no further
steps, nor had any communication
with Amsterdam.
All at once Philip felt something
touch his shoulder, and a sudden chill
ran through his frame. In a moment
his ideas reverted to the probable
tause; he turned round his head, and,
to his amazement, beheld the (sup-
posed to be drowned) pilot of the Ter
Schilling, the one-eyed Schriften, who
stood behind him with a letter in his
hand. The sudden appearance of tills
malignant wretch induced Philip to
exclaim:
"Merciful Heavens! is it possible?"
Amine, who had turned her head
round at the exclamation of Philip,
covered up her face, and burst into
tears. It was not fear that caused this
unusual emotion on her part, but the
conviction that her husband was nevei
u> be at rest but In the grave.
"Philip Vanderdecken," said Schrif-
ten, "he! he! I've a letter for you; It
la from the company."
"I thought," said he, "that, you were
drowned when the ship was wrecked
in False Bay. How did you escape?"
"How did I escape?" replied Schrif-
ten. "Allow me to ask how did you
escape?"
"I was thrown up by the waves," re-
plied Philip; "but—"
"But," interrupted Schriften, "he!
he! the waves ought not to have
thrown me up."
"And why not, pray? I did not say
that."
"No! but I presume you wish it had
been so; but, on the contrary, I
escaped in the same way that you did—
I was thrown up by the waves; he! he!
but I cah't wait here. I have done my
bidding."
"Stop," replied Philip; "answer me
one question. Do you sail in the same
vessel with me this time?"
"I'd rather be excused," replied
Schriften; "I am not looking for the
Phantom Ship, Mynheer Vander-
decken;" and with this reply, the lit-
tle man turned round and went away
at a rapid pace.
"Is not this a summons, Amine?"
said Philip, after a pause, still holding
the letter in his hand, with the seal
unbroken.
"I will not deny it, dearest Philip.
It is most surely so; the hateful mes-
senger appears to have risen from the
grave that he might deliver it. For-
give me, Philip; but I was taken by
surprise. I will not again annoy you
with a woman's weakness."
"My poor Amine," replied Philip,
mournfully. "Alas! why did I not per-
form my pilgrimage alone? It was
selfish of me to link you with so much
wretchedness, and join you with me in
bearing the fardel of never-ending
anxiety and suspense."
"And who should bear it with you,
my dearest Philip, if it is not the wife
of your bosom? You little know my
leart if you think I shrink from the
luty. No, Philip, it Is a pleasure, even
n its most acute pangs; for I consider
that I am, by partaking with, relieving
you of a portion of your sorrow, and
I feel proud that I am the wife of one
who has been selected to be so pe-
culiarly tried. But, dearest, no more of
this. You must read the letter."
Philip did not answer. He broke the
seal, and found that the letter in-
timated to him that he was appointed
as first mate to the Vrow Katerina, a
vessel which sailed with the next fleet;
and requesting he would join as quick-
ly es possible, as she would soon be
ready to receive her cargo. The let-
ter, which was from the secretary,
further informed him that, after this
voyage, he might be certain of having
the command of a vessel as captain,
upon conditions which would be ex-
plained when he called upon the board.
"I thought, Philip, that you had re-
quested the command of a vessel for
this voyage," observed Amine, mourn-
fully.
"I did," replied Philip, "but not hav-
ing followed up my application, it ap-
pears not to have been attended to. It
has been my own fault."
"And now it is too late."
"Yes, dearest, most assuredly so; but
it matters not; I would as willingly,
perhaps rather, sail this voyage as first
mate."
"Philip, 1 may as well speak now.
That I am disappointed, I must con-
fess; I fully expected that you would
have had the command of a vessel, and
you may remember that I exacted a
promise from you on this very bank
upon which we now sit That promise
I shall still exact, and I now tell you
what I had intended to ask. It was,
my dear Philip, permission to sail with
you. With you I care for nothing. I
can be happy under every privation or
danger; but to be left alone for so long,
brooding over my painful thoughts, de-
vonrcd by suspense, impatient, restless
and incapable of applying to any one
thing- that, dear Philip, is the height
of misery, and that Is what I feel when
you are absent. Recollect, I have your
promise, Philip. As captain you have
the means of receiving your wife on
board. I am bitterly disappointed in
being left this time; do, therefore, to a
certain degree console me by promis-
ing that I shall sail with you next voy-
age, If Heaven permit your return."
"I promise it, Amine, since you are
so earnest. I can refuse you nothing;
but I have a foreboding that yours and
my happiness will be wrecked for-
ever. I am not a visionary, but It does
appear to me that strangely mixed up
as I am, at once with this world and
the next, some little portion of futurity
is opened to rae. 1 have given oy
promise, Amine, but frctn it I w&ujd
fain be released."
"And if ill do come, Philip, it is our
destiny. Who can avert fate?"
"Amine, we are free agents, and to a
certain extent are permitted to direct
our own destinies."
"Ay, so would Father Seysen fain
have made me believe; but what he
said in support of his assertion was to
me incomprehensible. And yet he said
that it was part of the Catholic faith.
It may be so—I am unable to under-
stand many other points. I wish your
faith were made more simple. As yet
the good man—for good he really is—
has only led me into doubt."
"Passing through doubt, you will ar-
rive at conviction, Amine."
"Perhaps so," replied Amine; "but
it appears to me that I am as yet but
on the outset of my journey. But
come, Philip, let us return. You must
go to Amsterdam, and I will go with
you. After your labors of the day, at
least until you sail, your Amine's
smiles must still enliven you. Is it not
•so?" '*
"Yes, dearest, I would have proposed
it. I wonder much how Schriften
could come here. I did not see his
body, it is certain; but his escape is to
me miraculous. Why did he not ap-
pear when saved? where could he
have been? What think you, Amine?"
"What I have long thought, Philip.
He is a ghoul with an evil eye, permit-
ted for some cause to walk the earth
in human form, and is certainly, in
some way, connected with your strange
destiny. If it requires anything to
convince me of the truth of all that
has passed, it is his appearance—the
wretched Afrit! Oh, that I had my
mother's powers—but I forget, it dis-
pleases you, Philip, that I ever talk of
such things, and I am silent."
Philip replied not; and, absorbed in
their own meditations, they walked
back in silence to the cottage. Al-
though Philip had made up his own
mind, he immediately sent the Portu-
guese priest to summon Father Sey-
sen, that he might communicate with
them and take their opinion as to the
summons he had received. Having
entered into a fresh detail of the sup-
posed death of Schriften, and his re-
appearance as a messenger, he then left
the two priests to consult together,
and went upstairs to Amine. It was
more than two hours before Philip was
called down, and Father Seysen ap-
peared to be in a state of great per-
plexity.
CHAPTER XIV.
"My son," said he, "we are much
perplexed. We had hoped that our
ideas upon this strange communica-
tion were correct, and that, allowing
all that you have obtained from your
mother and have seen yourself to have
been no deception, still that it was the
work of the Evil One, and, if so, our
prayers and masses would have de-
stroyed this power. We advised you
to wait another summons, and you
have received it. The letter itself ia
of course nothing, but the reappear-
ance of the bearer of the letter is the
question to be considered. Tell me,
Philip, what is your opinion on thin
point? It is possible he might have
been saved—why not as well as your-
self?"
"I acknowledged the possibility,
father," replied Philip; "he may have
been cast on shore and have wandered
in another direction. It is possible, al-
though anything but probable; but!
since you ask me my opinion, I must j
say candidly that I consider he is no ;
earthly messenger; nay, I am sure of
it. That he is mysteriously connected
with my destiny is certain. But who
he Is and what he is, of couse I can-
not tell."
"Then, my son, we have come to the
determination, in this instance, not to
advise. You must act now upon your
own responsibility and your own judg-
ment. In what way soever you may
decide, we shall not blame you. Our
prayers shall be that Heaven may still
have you in Its holy keeping."
"My decision, holy father, is to obey
the summons."
"Be It so, my son; something may
occur which may assist to work out
the mystery—a mystery which I ac-
knowledge to be beyond my compre-
hension, and of too painful a natura
for me to dwell upon,"
Philip said no more, for he per-
ceived that the priest was not at all In-
clined to converse. Father Mathiaa
teolt this opportunity of thanking
Philip for his hospitality and kindness,
and stated his intention of returning
to Lisbon by the first opportunity that
might offer.
(To be continued.)
MtutnlnR at a ffftddlng.
A mountain wedding took place neai
Batesvllle, Va„ a few days ago, when
Miss Estelle Clemmons became Mrs.
Ben Luthers. About 100 guests were
present. A rejected suitor of Miss
Clemmons was among the guests and
ho wore a broad band of crape op his
arm. During tho ceremony the jilted
man and his sympathizers expressed
thelf sense of bereavement by loir,
sorrowful moaning.
Seven Killed and Several Wounded,
Many of Them Women.
A NEGRO MINER CAUSED IT,
PAN A, III., April 11.—A deadly riot,
the most serious disturbance that has
occurred hero since the union miners
instigated a strike, in April, 1S98, was
enacted yesterday, resulting in seven
persons being shot to death and nine
wounded. The dead are:
Frank Coburn, citizen.
Xavier Le Cocq, Frenchman, union
miner.
Four negro men.
One negro woman.
The wounded are: Frank Dalds-
worth, shot in head; Sirs. Ilenriot,
shot in left arm; Will Kuhn, laundry
man, shot in legs and hand; Cyrus
Strickler, shot in back; Albert Viek-
ers, shot in hand; Gimlin, shot in
right arm; Henry Stevens, negro, shot
in neck; Cass Proftitt, shot in foot;
Carrie Felix, shot in breast.
The situation quieted down at
nightfall, and no more trouble was
looked for. Adjutant General Reece,
Colonel A. F. Culver and three com-
panies of infantry arrived at G o'clock
yesterday evening on special trai ns,
and perfect order was maintained
throughout the town from that time
on. The soldiers immediately began
patrolling tho streets throughout the
entire town. Miners stood about in
groups talking, but there was no out-
ward manifestation of excitement, al-
though it was evident that great in-
dignation existed, especially among
the townspeople, over the shooting of
the citizens and women.
Henry Stevens, a negro miner, who
has long been considered a leader
among his associates, is declared to
have been the direct cajise of the riot.
It is said be was also tho leader of
tho riot that occurred last September.
Stephens has long cherished hatred
for Sheriff Downey, and has openly
made threats that ho would kill hi in
on sight. Yesterday he was on the
streets with a revolver, saying he w s
looking for Sheriff Downey.
Sheriff Downey came upon him or
cust street. The sheriff commanded
Stevens to deliver the revolver and
told him he was under arrest for car-
rying concealed weapons. Stevens,
without a word, instantly pulled his
weapon and fired at the sheriff. The
sheriff immediately opened lire on the
negro.
Stevens took to his heels and suc-
ceeded in gaining Penwell's store and
took his stand in the entrance. He
hesitated there an instant and then
stepped to the pavement, leveled his
revolver down the street toward his
approaching pursuer and fired. The
bullet missed the deputy and struck
Xavier Le Cocq, a Frenchman, square-
ly in the forehead, killing him instant-
ly. Stevens then turned and ran into
the renwell store and sought refuge
behind a counter.
By this time the streets were rapid-
ly filling with men, all of whom bore
weapons. Deputy Cheney dashed into
the store, followed by Deputy Joe
Mullen and severat citizens. A fusil-
ade of bullets was poured into tho
store and Stevens emptied his revol-
ver at his assailants from behind tho
counter. The infuriated crowd at the
door continued the fire and Stevens,
scing that death was inevitable if he
remained behind the counter, made a
desperate dash from Ills cover to a
stairway in the rear of the store.
Ho fell, pierced by six bullets,
fore he had gone ten feet. The firing
stopped instantly and Deputy Cheeny
ran to the wounded negro and placed
him under arrest. The shock of his
numerous wounds did not apparently
hurt him, for he swore and said to
tho deputy: "I surrender," and
walked with his captor to a physi-
cian's office, where he was giveu med-
ical attention. He was then taken to
jail.
Meanwhile, the riot was raging in
the street. As soon as tho first shot
had been fired the whistle of tha elec-
tric light plant was blown as a signal
for tho citizens, the majority of whom
had long ago been sworn as deputies,
to turn out armed and ready to fight.
At the same time, the miners of the
I'ana and Penwell mines, rushed into
the tipples and opeuod fire on the
thronged streets, the news that Stev-
ens. one of their numbor, had been
shot and arrested, arousing then to a
pitch of fury. They shot at any liv-
ing mark in sight, and, as a result,
among their victims are three women,
two of them are white women, rvound-
ed, and one negro women, dead.
The report is general that several
miners were dead and dying in fields
near mine No. 2, of I'ana company,
having been killed by stray bullets,
hut it is impossible to ascertain facts
regarding the report.
FOLEY A FREE MAN.
the ClinruH of the niurilnr of III* Mu-
ter 1)1 < tnUttoil l y tlin State.
Libssvtv, Mo., April :t. — \V. S.
Foley who has been in jail for tho
last iwo years, charged with tlio mar-
de<* of his mother mid sister, in No-
vember, 1810, was released to-day, the
state diiujlasing the charge.
OUll BUDGET OF FUN.
SOME GOOD JOKES. ORIGINAL
AND SELECTED.
A Variety of loke«—UIImm and !ronl««
Original ami Selected—Flotnaiu and
•Ictnam from tlio Title of lluuior—■
Witty Saying*.
I'p-to-Date.
Take up tho white ninn,'s burden,
And blow in your hard-earned tin
For codtlsh and canned tomatoes
To fatten your wife's lean kin;
Her aunts and her wicked uncles
Are coming to drive you wild;
These half-starved sullen people,
Half devil and half child.
Take up the white man's burden,
And till up your house with bunks.
That kinfolks may sleep in comfort;
They're coming with bags and trunks;
They're coming to stay all summer.
To die in your yard next fall—
These half-shot, sullen people,
Half stomach and half gall.
Take up the white man's burden.
And sit on the porch and swear.
For kinfolks will use the sofa,
And loaf in your easy chair.
They'll eat all the pies and doughnuts.
And you must subsist on prunes—
These line-haired silken kinfolks.
Half pelicans and half loons.
Throw down the white man's burden.
And get a breech-loading dog
To mangle the first relation
(Half crocodile and half hog)
Who comes with his ten valises
And seventeen tourist trunks.
To eat up your canned provisions,
And sleep in your ill-spared bunks.
—Atchison Globe.
Not Worth Mentioning.
The Shaved—Didn't you take off a
piece of my ear, then?
The Shaver—Yes, sah, but not
enough to hurt de Razzah.
Awav llelilnd.
"What's the matter? I hear that
you are going to withdraw from our
club."
"Yes, I can't afford to run the risk
of being ostracized by society for re-
maining a member of an organization
that has never had a cake walk."—
Chicago Daily News.
The Practical Side of It.
Uncle Hiram—So yew study Latin
an' Greek at college, dew ye?
Nephew—Yes, sir. Don't you ap-
prove of those studies?
Uncle Hiram—Wal, the Latin might
come in handy if ye ever work in a
drug store, but I don't see what th«
Greek is good fer.
It. Made III m Angry.
"Fosdick received a valentine that
made him very angry."
"One of those outrageous conilt
things, I suppose?"
"No; it is a pretty valentine, but it
was sent by express, charges to be col-
lected."—New York World.
A Perrpftly Natural urry.
The Lady—So you are a hero of the
late war, eh?
The Tramp—Yes, ma'am.
The Lady—Well, what have you don«
with the money you received for your
magazine articles?—Puck.
Their Demand.
Some think the world is their oyster
As onward it goes in its whirl;
Some, going a little bit further,
Expect it to furnish a pearl.
—New York World.
Hwnle.t I.ark <>r All.
Beggar (pathetically)—All, mister,
wot kin be worse than bavin' no homo
ter go ter?
Citizen (unsteadily)—Nuzzln, my
friend- ntizzln'—'cept havlu' a hom«'
that yrni've got to go to.—Philadelphia'
Inquirer.
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