Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1903-04-03

jaunt about town must have worn him
out-not the first case Of its kind, ]
rather guess with sinister lear at
his wit
SO he went below.
The door of Charles stateroom was
just opposite mis- own-a single step
across the little passage.
AS he approached he heard the
sounds of loud snoring from within.
On the spur of the moment he de-
cided to arouse his friend with sud
den shout, or by the advent of a con-
yenient shoe tossed across the little
room. ArtemGs had never wholly out
grown his college days, when he
gained the reputation, OF being the
champion practical joker of his class
So he quietly opened the door. which
was conveniently unlocked.
Through the bulls-eye windows
enough Of the morning light crept to
allow fair survey of the miniature
apartment
One Of the first things Artemus saw
was shoe that had been tossed
aside.
AS he seized upon it eagerly, he
failed to note its generous proportions
as contrasted with the neat footgear
/ which Charlie Stuart affected-such
trifies do not impress themselves upon
the mind when weightier things are
demanding recognition
Now for a center shot
He turned his attention to the lower
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form.
Just then the nasal sounds came to
a sudden stop with a savage snort, and
the sleeper whirled over on his side.
The act brought his face directly
within range Of the morning light that
struggled through the small openings
beyond.
No wonder Artemus crouched there
as if frozen.
Talk about the magic touch of the
geni, When had such q 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
grizzled old Captain Brand was mys-
terry that almost paralyzed the seeker |
after sensations
Artemus took one last tearsome 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 a whistle
Great Jupiterl That beats every |
thing l ever saw. Instead of Charlie |
the ogre, What does it mean? |
There is treachery afioat. 1 seem to
detect it in the very air around. But |
the question arises, where is Charlie? |
And shall l have TO take his place as
her warrior bold, and will it be neces-
sary for me to give up my nberty?"
Poor fellow,
He did not know whether TO look
on it 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 amor.
If he was to be pitted against the
old ogre, it would be a pretty fight
Capt. Brand might have succeeded in
Charlie. who was too frank
for deep diplomacy. but he would find
it quite another thing when he ran up
against the new knight who had SHE'D
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:
Gomez"
The door opened and figure whisk-
I'd in, Immediately closing the same
again.
Artemus gave a ery-the half-raised |
arm fell useless at his side. i
There was more witchery. He had
the old ogre. armed with
shoe, and bent upon turning the tables
lpon him.
Instead he saw-why, Charlie. of |
course. though at first Artemus reck-
med it his ghost, Charlie, with a fin
;er pressed mysteriously on his lips.
Ia Artemus' favorite style of COM
a secret, and his face
in what appeared TO be
road grin. "a
At any rate. Barnaby was delighted |
o see him in the flesh, and as soon as
e could get his wits into thinking or
er he dropped the weapon and held ;
ut an eager hand. :,
This is treat, my dear boy-after f
eeing that grim old Trojan in your | (;
unk. What have you done? Brought | s
i'm aboard a prisoner | reckon? All | =;