Ottumwa semi-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1899-1903, 1903-03-10
BY FREDERICK U. ADAMS.


dividends on the original investment,
Oh, it is awful"
Mr.. Pence evidently did not refer
to the magnitude of the vanished div.
idends, but to his present sorrow.
"We must retire to one of the
~staterooms and consider what can
be DONE" said Mr.. Morton. 81 pre-.
sumo the owner or the officers of the
boat will not object to our move.
ments, so long as we comply with
the rules of discipline. We have been
informed that the yacht is ours, and
/ suggest hat we select our state.
rooms and meet in one of them and
confer together"
you can do anything you please
said Hestor, who had entered the
part of Mr.. Morton's remarks. "But
the hour is early, and there is plenty
of excellent wine straining against
the corks in the effort to escape and
enhance the jollity of this occasion
Besides, we are going to have music.
I have attempted to reconcile Mr.
Hammond to his fate, and 1 know he
will favor us with a song"
"Mr. Hestor."
The speaker stopped. Capt. Wa.
ters stood in the door, and his hand
was on the arm of a gentleman
whose face and pose constituted a
character study. He was a big,
handsome man with a forid com
plexion, an aggressive black mus.
tache, shrewd blue eyes and a profu.
sion of brown hair which fell to his
coat collar. There was no timidity
in his attitude, yet there was some
indescribable weakness in his general
bearing. He was well-dressed, and
had a roll of paper under his arm
which he carefully guarded. Hestor
looked at him in blank amazement.
Mr.. Pence groaned.
who in the devil are you?" de.
manded Hestor, as Capt. Waters re.
leased the arm of the new arrival.
IL. Sylvester Vincent, of Chicago
was the reply.
"What in thunder are you doing
on this boat? Where did you find
him, Capt. Waters?"
"He was in the aft passage way;
he had just come out of one of the
~staterooms."
This is Mr.. Hestor, is it not?"
said Mr.. Vincent, who had entirely
recovered his self-possession; if in
fact he had ever lost it. 81 recog-
nize you from your picture. 1t was
like this: l have been trying for ten
days to see Mr.. Carmody," and Mr..
Vincent bowed pleasantly to Mr.. Car.
mody, who glared back at him. "Mr.
Carmody is a very busy man, and my
time is of some value also. Well, I
followed him down to the boat, and
1 guessed hal he was going to take
a little pleasure trip. 1 figured that
this would be a good time to get a
chance to talk to him, so I came on
board. Anticipating that there
might be some objections to my
er-to my being a guest, and not de-
string to intrude on your company at
dinner. 1 remained down stairs until
you gentlemen had finished your re-
past" Mr.. L. Sylvester Vincent
looked hungrily at the yet loaded
table and concluded: ct was Just
starting to come upstairs and intro
duce myself to Mr.. Carmody when
your genial captain-Capt. Waters,
I believe-kindly consented to escort
me here"
"You are all right" said Hestor,
as he burst into a roar of laughter.
Il don't know who you are, OF what
you do. but if I have any influence
you can get a job as reporter on the
New York Record any time you ask
for it. Capt. Waters, how did our
old college chum, L. Sylvester Vim
cent, get on board the 'Shark?'"
Capt. Waters looked rather crest
fallen, and glared at Mr.. Vincent
with an expression which BODIED that
gentleman no good.
He came along about a minute
after you and those two gentlemen
did," said Capt. Waters, pointing to
Mr.. Rockwell and Mr.. Carmody. 81
supposed he was one of your party.
He handed me his card and came
aboard. I found him roaming around
below and knew that something was
wrong. So | brought him up here"
Glad to see you aboard the yacht"
said Hestor. "You will have plenty
of time to talk matters over with
Mr.. Carmody."
when do you go back?" asked Mr..
Vincent, as a puzzled expression came
into his face.
"We are not going back" Hestor
replied. eve are going to the South
Sea islands,"
CHAPTER XII.
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