I Forbid the Banns! — page 27: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

ON THE CAPTAIN'S PROFANITY. 17 think the surgeon was so much to blame. It is a most difficult thing to say what should be the exact point to which one should reduce the drink of a man who has accustomed himself to a quart of Irish whisky a day. It is a delicate question, especially when that man meets the steward carrying a bottle of brandy and holds a revolver at his head until the transfer is made. It was that last bottle of brandy that did for poor O’Connor, Mrs. Howard. He locked himself in his cabin, and after half an hour we heard him singing in a slightly husky way a song called the ‘ Cruiskeen Lawn.’ What do you say, Miss Joyce—Mme. Tussaud’s? Certainly, it is a place where ladies are constantly seen. No, I don’t think you can go to it by the river. I beg your pardon, dear, I am not for- getting you. Well, the sight of that blood-red cloud made me feel God bless my soul! What’s that ?” The captain had started up, for there sounded over the deck the noise of an explosion and the hissing of escaping steam. Up through the engine house gratings there came dense clouds of vapor. The captain made for the engine room companion and plunged into the arms of the chief engineer, who was rushing up the iron steps.. Then the propeller ceased churning up the water astern, and the steam began to blow off by the legitimate pipe. Both the captain and engineer vanished in the clouds that rolled up from the motionless machinery. CORMIELIOOKS (C0)