Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1900-05-03

an ordinary lead pencil, had been pro-
| jected out of the machine like piston,
and with such force that it had pierced
the thick wooden box lid like so much
pasteboard.
Its simply perfection!' exclaimed
| Weems. .'Look what it's done to that
inch board, and then imagine what it
would have done to this torpedo instead!
| Weems now opened one of the bales of
wool, and taking out a certain quantity
of the material from the center, proceed
| ed to pack therein, first the cans of dy-
Mantle, handling them with the utmost
| care, and fastening the torpedo in among
| them, after an approved manner In which
he had been instructed by a competent
| person before quitting London. Then
over these he adjusted the machine, after
| fixing the hand on it's dial to point nums
| bered 20. which Indicated twenty days.
! Finally, he protected the exposed portions
| by covering them again with the box.
| minus the lid. Then, after he had care
| fully refastened the casing of the bale
| and kicked under the bed such of the
| wool as he had taken out of its center
| u MAKE TOOu LOT tue COACSdlCO 0CdUAJ
| ticles, it presented an appearance differ
ing very little from the second bale,
which had remained undisturbed in the
corner.
He rolled the lighter bale out of sight
under the bed, and cautiously deposited
the heavier in the corner, trundling the
trunk close beside it, He then consulted
his watch again, and saw that it was ten
o'clock.
"Done at last, and all serene so farw
he calculated. THE heavier bale is to
be smuggled into the doomed ship to-mor-
row, after shall have effected my insur-
| ances and placed my supposed diamonds
in the hands of the purser. The lighter
bale will accompany me in the Caledonia
fortnight later, to keep up appearances.
Then the Scarborough sails at sunset day
after to- morrow, which will be Saturday.
The clock-works of the internal machine
is set for striking twenty days from this
| evenikS at-say eight o'clock. Subtract
| two days from twenty. This will give the
| Scarborough almost exactly eighteen days
| for sea room, which will place her, in all
| probability, directly under the equator,
and hundreds of miles from-say Sene-
| gambia, or the Guinea coast-before she
| meets her sudden and inevitable doom.
| All will be lost-hurled into nothingness;
! not soul on board will be saved. Then
after due lapse of time, the assurances
are paid, and am rich. Then this Scot
| fish beauty, this Agnes Muir, accompan-
les me back to England, almost under my
sole protection, for my nephew counts
for little, being hair-brained drunkard,
a gambler and a fool. Sir Luke dare
MOI mo rry bor. ho ic Sl1rQ RI discover the
deception he is scheming to practice upon
her. What follows? Indignation, hat
red, and pique on her part. and then, who
knows but that even I-Ha! she is beau
tiful, and have never yet married. Ii
/ thought"
A slight noise interrupted him. At first
he thought it caused by his nephew try
ing to enter by the street door, but
glance out of the window revealed no
one directly below.
Then the noise was repeated-a noise
like the cautious closing of a door-and
he was sure that it proceeded from the
vicinity of the adjoining room in the rear,
which was occupied by his jockey, Sims.
The thought that the latter might have
been spying and eavesdropping upon him
from the moment Of his first entrance in
to the building caused him to turn white
and catch his breath. The next instant
he was rushing out into the dark passage
with clenched hands and gritted teeth.
Yes, there were footsteps retreating
from the rear door. With growl of rage
he rushed through the darkness and down
the crazy staircases at hazard in hot pur-
suit.
But the fugitive steps were swifter
than his. They died away at rear low
err door that opened into neglected gar
den, leaving him trembling and breath
less in the gloom of the hallway.
Waltz he muttered. II can find out
whether it was Sims or not"
He hurried to the street door, unlocked
it, and peered out.
There were still some loungers in front
of the opposite stables.
''Simsv' he called out.
cay, ay, STRIP was the response, and
the jockey quilted some companions and
came tripping over.
His master caught hold of him. The
Jockeys spare frame was warm, as IL
from violent exercise a moment before.
Ito be conrlnued.)
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