The Chanute times. [volume] (Chanute, Kan.) 1897-1913, 1902-07-11
little MISS Millions
OR,
THE WITCH OF MONTE CARLO.
A ROMANCE OF THE RIVIERA.
BIZ ST. GEORGE RATHBORNE,
author of "Ntss Pauline. Of New York" tn,
Spiders Wsb." Nine Caprice" etc, etc.
Copyright, 1900. Street and Smith. New York.

CHAPTER vII.-Continued.
When men seek trouble they seldom
have to go far in order to find 1t.
Jones gave as good as he received,
and for brief space of time there was
really little deluge of blows exchang-
ed.
The two friends were outnumbered
at least three to one, and could not
hope to put up a successful battle
against these sturdy sons of Neptune
unless they resorted TO deadly wea-
pons.
Still believing that these fellows
were only out for lark, 1t did not
appear just right to Jones that they
should go to extremes.
He had given Roland for an Oil
yer twice told, and should feel fairly
we'll satisfied.
Under the circumstances it could not
be a sign of cowardice to beat mas
terly retreat providing Merrick was
with him.
So Jones sang out, intending to give
the other fair warning Of his inten-
tons.
Then he began to move away. open
ing a course by means OF his sturdy
fists.
The sailors hung on fairly well, and
took severe punishment as though de-
termined to earn their money, like
honest fellows that they were.
Finally Jones broke loose and start
ed to retreat with more expedition
in truth. he even ran.
Rapid footballs behind him assured
him that Merrick had been as ready to
seize the chance as himself, and the
pursuit was speedily abandoned.
Jones was painting for breath. but
in fair humor, for his own bruises
were really insignificant, while he had
the satisfaction Of knowing that lie
had visited condign punishment upon
such Of the rollicking sailors as ran
up against his knuckles.
He gradually came to a halt, and
the figure in his rear started to shoot
past. when Jones threw out an arm
and caught him.
Hold on, my dear boy-no hurry,
you know-the rascals have quit chas-
ing us-the luck of the Joneses, you
know-how do you come out?'
Then and there he stopped talking
and looked at the man he held in con-
sternation.
It was not Merrick at all, but a
stranger, and apparently badly
scared individual at that
Hello" cried Jones, who the deuce
are you-and where's Merrick?"
The gentleman found his tongue
and in mixture of German and Eng
lish declared that he was an entirely
innocent party, alarmed by the mad
frolic Of the barbarian sailors, and
intent only upon seeking safety in
fight.
AS to Merrick, he knew nothing
about my individual by that name,
and as Jones in his surprise had re-
leased his hold, the Teuton resumed
his gallop along the beach.
Jones was for the nonce almost
paralyzed. Luckily he had, early in
his career, learned to place great de-
pendence upon himself.
Such a man usually gets along in
life and mounts the ladder of success
without hardly break in his ascent.
He drew a weapon and then started
back along the beach, running swiftly
and half bent over in the aggressive
manner of one who intends giving bat
tie, no matter how seriously outnum.
bered.
He ran along the edge of the water,
which wet his feet without notice
ran along, strajning his eyes to see
any floating body that might drift
within reach, but no matter how eager
ly his search was prosecuted, moth
ing came of 1t.
Jones curbed his excitement, know
ing the folly Of thus allowing himself
to run at large.
He set himself to thinking.
Surely these sailors who had made
such a grand pretense of being half
seas over until the ruction began, and
then Strengthened out in a jiffy-sure-
ly they had talked English and must
perforce belong to vessel flying the
Union Jack.
Was Mark abducted?
What could they want with him I'M
less it were a mistake. and the jolly
jacKies had gotten hold of the wrong
man?
He knew not which way to turn,
and stood there listening eagerly for
a clue to guide him.
Ha! the measured dip of oars, and
upon the starlit water of the sea he
could just distinguish some moving
object that steadily receded.
Jones was really alarmed for his
friend, and on the impulse of the mo-
ment called his name aloud.
He believed the rowing momentari-
ly stopped, and he detected some sort
Of scuffie, accompanied by q half
muffled shout that thrilled him
strangely, since he felt sure it was