Anadarko daily democrat. [volume] (Anadarko, Oklahoma) 1901-190?, 1902-08-12

failed to note its generous proportions
as contrasted with the neat footgeal
which Charlie Stuart affected-such
triflcs do rot impress themselves upon
the mind When weightier things are
demanding recognition.
Now for a certer shot.
He turned his attention to the lower
berth, which was occupied by human
| form.
Just then the nasal sounds came to
a sudden stop with savage snort, and
the sleeper whirled over on his side.
The act brought his face directly
within range of the morning light tAat
struggled through the small openings
| beyond.
No wonder Artemus crouched there
as if frozen.
Talk about the magic touch of tha
gen! When had such a wonderful
transformation ever taken place be
fore?
For one to retire as Prince Charlie
Stuart, gay, handsome and debonair,
TO awaken in the guise of grim and
grzzled old Captain Brand was a mys
terry that almost paralyzed the seeker
after sensations.
Artemus took one last fearsome look
at the smooth and red physiognomy OF
the sleeper, passed out, and then soft
ly closed the door.
Only when safe within his own room
did he give vent to his over-wrought
feelings in q whistle.
Great Jupiter! That beats every
thing ! ever saw. Instead of Charlie
the ogre! What does it mean?
There is treachery a6oat. | seem to
detect it in the very air around. But
the question arises, where is Charlie?
And shall have to take his place as
her warrior bold, and will it be neces-
sary for me to give up my liberty?'
Poor fellow!
He did not know whether to look
on 1t as huge joke or a grim reality.
He thought of warning Airline; she
ought to know her dear papa was on
board, and that he had refused to
break the paternal bonds that had be
come so very strong since his return
from exile.
Artemus buckled on his armor.
If he was to be pitted against the
old ogre, 1t would be pretty fight.
Capt. Brand might have succeeded in
outwitting Charlie, who was too frank
for deep diplomacy, but he would find
1t quite another thing when he ran up
against the new knight who had shied
his castor into the ring.
All! A gentle tap at the door.
Artemus almost fell over himself in
his eagerness to open a satchel and
clutch little affair of steel and nickel
which he carried there, and armed
with which he called:
"Come!"
The door opened and figure whisk-
ed in, Immediately closing the same
again.
Artemus gave a cry-the half-raised
arm fell useless at his side.
There was more witchery. He had
expected the old ogre, armed with
shoe, and bent upon turning the tables
upon him.
Instead he saw-why Charlie, of
though at first Artemus reck-
oned 1t his ghost! Charlie, with a Gu
ger pressed mysteriously on his lips,
a la Artemus' favorite style of com.
a secret, and his face
wreathed in what appeared to be a
broad grin.
At any rate, Barnaby was delighted
to see him in the flesh, and as soon as
he could get his wits into thinking or
der he dropped the weapon and held
out an eager hand.
This is a treat, my dear boy--after
seeing that grim old Trojan in your
bunk. What have you done? Brought
him aboard prisoner, reckon? All!
didn't give you enough credit, fear.
You see, my first impression was he
had outwitted you and turned the ta-
bles on you"
Artemus was boiling over with curl
lsity regarding what had taken place
especially when his friend de-
clared, with wry face, that Capt.
Brand had indeed come near proving
100 much for him.
The story was soon told.
Ito be continued)