Iowa state bystander. [volume] (Des Moines, Iowa) 1894-1916, 1903-12-18

most OF the night before entlcing
sailormen OF Liverpool ship just to
keep his hand In. he was as fast
asleep as bear on Christmas day,
and he was mighty sulky when Smith
shook him out Of sleep by the simple
process of yanking his pillow from
under his head.
Amt man to get no sleep that
works for you?" he demanded.
What's up now?"
Hell is up, and fzzling," replied
Smith. i've had word from Peter
Cartwright that you'll be arrested in
the nornln' If you don't skin out. It's
the admiral. I wish I'd never set eyes
on him. Come. dress and skip; 'twon't
do for you to be jailed; mebbe they'd
hold you on some charge till you for.
got all you owe to me. There amt
no such thing as real gratitude left on
EARTH"
Billy rose and shufIled into his
clothes sullenly enough.
"And where am to skip to-"
ITO Portland" said Smith; "the
McuuOClAo AOS1b co LA LAC AAOA AAA ASh
Crescent City and Astoria, don't she?
Well, then, 60 with her and lie up
with Grant or Sullivan In Portland
till let you know the coast Is clear.
And here's twenty dollars; go easy
with It. ,...-,-,..
He sighed to part with the money.
And in the morning, when Smith
heard that ten runners at least had
been urgently invited to interview Mr..
Peter Cartwright, he was glad to be
able 10 declare that Billy was not on
hand.
He's gone East to see his old man."
he said drily. "And as HIS father is a
millionaire and lives in the Fifth
avenue, N York, he couldn't afford
to disregard his dyin' desire to see
him"
You are daisy, Smith," said the
police officer who had come for Billy.
Between you and me, what have 3ou
done with him?'
Smith shook his head.
II shot him last night and cut him
up and picked him in q cask." he
said, with a wink. "And I've shipped
him to the British ambassador at
Washington, c. o. D." ~
you're as close as 4 clam. amt
you, Smith? But tell you Peter, is
havin' picnic. This admiral's game
was playin' it low down on Peter,
whoever did it. There are times
when man can't help his friends"
Smith lied freely.
"You can tell Peter had nothin' to
do with It," ~, ,.s, ~..'
eyes, can tell him!" said the
police officer. And he did tell him. AS
result the chief of police wrote to
the admiral: t.'sg
"Sir--I have Intercepted all the
runners but one belonging to the chief
boarding houses, and have succeeded
in obtaining no clue. The one. man
missing was running to Mr.. William
Smith, commonly known. as Shanghai
Smith. Under the circumstances and
considering what you said to me, am
inclined to wait developments. If you
will inform me what you wish me to
do, shall be glad to accommodate
you in any way. ...p.a.-...
yours truly,
peter Cartwright.
Up. SIT you could write me let.
ter saying you are quite satisfied with
the steps have taken to bring the
offender to justice, should be
obliged. F;
"P. S.-H you wish to meet Mr..
John P. SAINT, captain OF the Harves-
ter, NOW sylag IN the bay and sailing
the day after tomorrow, can ar
range it."
Dicky Dunn, on receiving Peters
letter, called in his flag lieutenant,
"When they shanghaied me. they
knocked you about rather badly, didn't
they, Selwyn?"
Selwyn instinctively put his hand
to the back of his head.
eyes, Sir Richard. They sand.
bagged me, as they call it, and kicked
me, too"
'T'm pretty sure know who did
It," said the admiral, "and I'm pro-
posing to get even with the man my.
self. l like getting even in my own
fashion. What would you do if could
tell you who it was that laid the plot
against US that night?"
lid punch his head, SIR"
The admiral nodded.
II believe l did punch his head
years ago, selwyn. But he was look.
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