St Ignatius College - Ignatian Yearbook (San Francisco, CA)

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AN ORIENTAL MYSTERY 25 lay to while the cutter drew alongside. One of the officers seized a megaphone and cried: Ahoy there on deck! At first there was no answer and then came over the side in the voice of a foreigner: What ees eet that you want? We'l1 let you know when we get up there, replied the employee of Uncle Sam, and then added, Drop us a lad- der. In a few seconds one came dangling down, and the entire party was soon on the deck of the steamer. There before them lay a pile of rugs, which evidently were to have been smuggled into the Exposition grounds that very night. What ees eet that you want? again inquired the cap- tain of the vessel in a most submissive tone. We'll just take you into San Francisco. replied the customs officer, displaying his insignia of office, and have you arrested for smuggling. That's all we want with you. Eet ees all one beeg meestakef' cried the excited little foreigner, as he paced up and down the deck, but I sup- pose I weel have to submit to your ordairsf' On the following day a quarrel with the officials of the Turkish Building took place. Accusation after accusation was fired back and forth between the two parties, and for a time all indications pointed to an ultimate breach be- tween them. The Turkish officials were threatened with being forced to close their exhibit palace and they, in turn, asserted that if anything of the sort were attempted, they would appeal to their Government for means of re- taliation. However, an agreement was finally reached, and friendly relations reestablished. Everything goes on at present as before, except that Uncle Sam assists the Turk- ish officials in landing their rugs. Dafwell VV. Daly.

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24 IGNATIAN cisco Bay. On the day after the eventful night on which the smugglers' boat had been seen to come to shore, a meeting was held at which the chief decided to station a number of men out in the channel aboard the Government boat, in order to capture the ship of the law-breakers. Several nights had been spent in this manner without any gratifying results, but on one occasion something like a voice from above told Redding that the tide was about to change. The cutter made her way into the channel off the Exposition grounds, and there awaited developments. The hours passed slowly for those aboard, as the novelty of the affair had by this time worn off, and it was impos- sible for them to occupy themselves in any way, all the lights being extinguished, However, at two-fifty-live a. m., a thrill was sent through the little party as three flashes of light, not three hundred yards ahead of them, pierced the inky blackness. A few seconds later the red light was seen ashore, and those aboard the Government boat decided that it was time to act. Each man was armed with a revolver, and, as the cutter glided stealthily through the waters, they crowded to the bow, in order to get a first glimpse of their prey. At last the hull of a fair sized steamer, with no lights showing, loomed up ahead. This, indeed, was the long expected moment, and Redding felt a wave of pride sweep over him as everything that he had prophe- sied materialized. The cutter was just about to glide up alongside of her, when she suddenly shot out, heading for the Golden Gate. The captain of the Government boat, rather chagrined at having been discovered, immediately signaled for full speed ahead, and gave chase to the fleeing vessel. The rapid firing gun, mounted upon the forward deck, was brought into use, and several shells were sent crashing into her cabin. However, by this time, those aboard her seemed to have decided that a race for liberty would result unprofitably, for she slowed down and then

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Eeautgka Flea T But yesterday a dream,-a dream come true To-day,-to-morrow .idle past. Thus Hew Thy brief career. The dream Was fair, but fairer still the gleam Of life that shone to make the vision real. Farewell to palace grand and castle wall! The fruit of fertile minds by hands must fall. No more shall flower meet In glassy lake its image sweet, Nor secrets of the morning dew reveal. No more shall fount in idle pleasure spray Its guarding water sprites the livelong day: No more shall spires above To blushing skies unfold their loveg Nor spreading domes their azure color steal. Ah! Woe, that thou must leave! For why should men Build up a kingdom to destroy again, And why my plaint in vain? Oh! Let each beauty there remain, While eyes can see and throbbing hearts can feel! Uh! Let a path still twine its graceful way Around each silv'ry lake in full arrayg While Howers sweetly fair Refresh with perfume mild the air, QL And stamp each hidden nook with Nature's seal. So heed my plea! Let castle stand and lake Remain, and each fair thing for Beauty's sake A Be left untouched, unshorn Of tinted grandeurs that adorn. So heed in Beauty's name my last appeal! Thos. H. Foster.