The Columbian. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1866-1910, 1895-12-20

UP In such a matter; and look here
you'll have to work II pretty slick T.
you get yourself out. The man will bt
caught as sure as fate; then knowing
lv, or through fright, he'll incriminatt
you"
What would you do If you were II
my place?'
My dear sir, don't put 1t that way
It's a reflection on both my judgment
and my legal knowledge. / couldn't be
in such scrape But, as a lawyer
minus the fee-Ill tell you what yor
should do. You should give the man uI
before witnesses. I'll be one of them
myself. Get as many of the cabin pas
sengers as you like out here to-day
and let the officers search. If he
charges you with what the law terms
support, deny It, and call attention tc
the fact that you have given informa-
tion. BY the way, l would give written
information and keep a copy"
Il gave the man my word not to in
form on him, and so l can't do 1t to-
day, but I'll tell him of II tonight"
And have him commit suicide, OF
give himself up first and incriminate
you? Nonsense. Just release yourself
from your promise. That's all. He'll
trust you"
Yes, poor wretch, I'm afraid he
will"
About 10 o'clock that night l re-
solved to make another appeal to Roger
Cupples to at least stand off and hear
the man talk. Cupples's stateroom, No.
96, was in the forward part of the
steamer, down a long passage and off
n short side passage. Mine was aft the
door nf
open, and inside an astonishing sight
met my gaze.
There stood my stowaway.
He was evidently admiring himself in
the glass, and with a brush was touch
ing up his face with dark paint here
and there. When he put on a woe-be-
gone look he was the stowaway; when
he chucklcd to himself he was Roger
Cupples, Esq.
The moment the thing dawned on me
l quietly withdrew and went up the
forward companionway Soon Cupples
came cautiously up, and, seeing the
way clear, scudded along in the dark.
ness and hid in the aft wheel-house.
l saw the whole thing now. 1t was a
scheme to get me to make a fool of
myself, some fine day, before the rest
of the passengers and have standing
joke on me. l walked forward. The
first officer was on duty.
Il have reason to believe" / said,
that there is a stowaway in the aft
W wheel- house"
Quicker than it takes me to tell II a
detachment of sailors were sent aft un-
der the guidance of the third mate. l
went through the saloon and smoking
room, and said to the gentlemen who
were playing cards and reading:
There's a row upstairs of some
kind"
We were all on deck before the crew
had surrounded the wheel-house. There
was a rattle of folded steamer chairs.
a pounce by the third mate, and out
came the unfortunate Cupples, dragged
by the collar
Hold on; let go. This is a mistake. ="
You can't both hold on and let CO."
said Stalker, of Indiana.
Come out O. this" cried the mate.
jerking him forward.
With a wrench the stowaway tore
himself free and made a dash for the
companionway. A couple of sailors in
stantly tripped him up.
Let go of me; I'm a cabin passen-
ger" cried Cupples.
BLESS mel" / cried in astonishment.
This isn't you, Cupples? Why, / act
ed on your own advice and that of re-
vised statutes. number whatever-they-
We're"
well, act on my advice again." cried
the infuriated Cupples, "and go to--the
hold"
However, he was in better humor the
next day, and stood treat all round. We
found, subsequently, that Cupples was
New York actor, and at the enter
ta,nment given for the benefit of the
sailors orphans a few nights after he
recited q piece in costume that just
melted the ladies. 1t was voted a
wonderfully touching performance and
he called it The Robert
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