The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1903-09-09

he threw his hands up in the air
and the men caught him as he fell
backwards. Z thought could see
blood on his face"
"This probably terminates Hes
TORS career as pirate or maniac"
remarked Mr.. Morton. "The gov
eminent cutters will run the Shark
to cover in short order. You are
quite sharpshooter, Mr.. Seymour"
Il had my eye on that Hotchlliss
gun all the time," said Mr.. Seymour.
Sat first l thought Hestor was max
ing bluff to scare us. But when he
turned loose I knew he meant war.
If he had remained back of the shield
he would have been safe, and 1 pro-
| posed to drop the man at the wheel
and take crack at the captain.
| But Hestor stuck his head out to see
where his shots were landing, and
I let him have it. I have shot some
| before. The Sioux Indians and used
to exchange compliments before the
| battle of Wounded Knee, and I
guess my shooting eye is all right
yet. But hope 1 did not kill him"
AT midnight the 'Helen Carmody"
steamed up to New Orleans, landed
near Canal street and discharged her
| passengers on their native soil. They
at once proceeded to a hotel. Mr..
| Chalmers so managed the arrival and
disposition of the party as to evade
the alert reporters, and once in the
hotel no one was allowed to disturb
them.
A surgeon was called and made
careful examination of Sidney's
wound. He confirmed the diagnosis
made by the yacht steward. He
dressed the wound carefully, and adj
| yised Sidney to remain quiet for sew
eral days. 1t was late before Mr..
Chalmers and his assistants had for
warded to "The Record" an account
of this incident.
Mr.. Bernard Seymour arose bright
and early the following morning, and
| after stroll around the Lee Circle
returned to the hotel and enjoyed
a hearty breakfast. He purchased
the morning papers, and selecting a
comfortable chair on the veranda
proceeded to combine the luxury of a
cigar with a perusal of the journals
in which his name figured so con-
spicuously. He was studying three
| column portrait labeled "Mr. Ber-
nard Seymour, the Famous Newspa-
| per Detective" when some one tapped
| him on the shoulder.
"Haou are we, Mister Seymour!
1 swan, I'm mighty glad ter see We!
Haou de We dew! Haou de we devil"
Hello, Captain Parker! The pleas
ure is all mine! How are you, Cap
tain? How is the good ship, the
Sam Walker'?''
"Finer'n silk" said Capt. Parker,
as they shook hands cordially. "Wer,
1 swan, but yer er great man; amt
We? Your picter is in all Their papers.
Well, well, we'll! I swan, We never
can tell, can ye? Who'd thunk it!
So We are detective-reporter! Well,
well, WE'LL"
The Captain insisted on purchasing
the cigars, after which they returned
to the veranda. The good sailor
seemed to have something on his
mind. Once or twice he cleared his
throat as if to make some important
announcement. Finally he took a
long pull at his cigar and said:
"NIister Seymour, seeing as how We
air newspaper man-though never
would thunk it-dew We suppose ye
could get my name in the papers
about this ere matter? / don't care
q blamed thing about it myself, but
my old woman is just plum crazy ter
see my name in the papers. Darned
if l don't believe she would be willin'
ter have Their Sam Walker wrecked
if it would get my name in Their
newspapers. Fact! Dew We suppose
We could fix it?"
Sure, sure thing" said Mr.. Ber-
nard Seymour. tits already in The
New York Record. I sent more than
a thousand words about you and the
Sam Walker from Vera Cruz. also
sent description of you, and they
will probably have your picture. All
the papers will copy it. You had
better get me photograph of your
self for use in a more consecutive
story am now writing
The delight of Capt. Parker was
beyond expression. He nearly frac-
tured Seymour's hand in his joyous
clasp.
'The old woman will be tickled
plum ter DEATH" he exclaimed. ST
have been sailin' 80 years an nothin'
has happened worth printin' until
now. Haou much is 1000 words? A
column! Great Scott! Have another
segar. Have a box of 'em. This is
the greatest thing that ever happened
ter the Parker family"
Mr.. Chalmers was asleep when
bell boy aroused him and presented
a card. He rubbed his eyes sleep
lily and rebuked the boy in no equivo-
cal language. Scrawled on a card
was:
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