The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1903-03-20
little MISS Millions
OR,
The WITCH OF MONTE CARLO.
a ROMANCE OF THE RIVIERA

Dv ST. GEORGE RATHBORNE,
.ns,tAe, Of "x.ss Pauline. Of Nsw York" "TAs
Spidsr's WsS." "kiss Copries," ETC., etc.
Copyright, 1890, Street and Smith. New York
CHAPTER vII.-Continued.
When men seek trouble they seldom
have to 60 far in order to find 1t.
Jones gave as good as he received,
and for brief space Of time there was
really a little deluge Of blows exchang-
ed.
The two friends were outnumbered
at least three to one, and could not
hope to put up successful battle
against these sturdy sons Of Neptune
unless they resorted to deadly wea-
pons.
Still believing that these fellows
were only out for a lark. 1t did not
appear Just right to Jones that they
should 90 to extremes.
He had given Roland for an Oil.
we'll satisfied.
! Under the circumstances 1t could not
be a sign OF cowardice to beat a mas
,terly retreat providing Merrick was
with him.
So Jones sang out, intending to give
the other fair warning OF his inten-
lions.
Then he began to move away. open
ing a course by means Of his sturdy
fists.
The sailors hung on fairly well. and
took severe punishment as though de-
aermined to earn their money, like
honest fellows that they were.
Finally Jones broke loose and start
ed to retreat with more expedition
en- truth. he even ran.
Rapid footballs behind him assured
min that Merrick had been as ready to
seize the chance as himself, and the
pursuit was speedily abandoned.
Jones was painting for breath, but
in a fair humor, for his own bruises
were really insignificant, while he had
the satisfaction of knowing that he
had visited condign punishment upon
such Of the rollicking sailors as ran
up against his knuckles.
He gradually came to halt, and
the figure in his rear started to shoot
past, when Jones threw out an arm
and caught him.
Hold on, my dear boy-no hurry,
you know-the rascals have quit chas-
ing us-the luck OF the Joneses, you
know-how do you come out?"
ha ctnnnad talking
and looked at the man he held In con-
sternation.
It was not Merrick at all. but q
stranger, and apparently q badly
scared individual at that.
"Hello!" cried Jones, who the deuce
are you-and where's Merrick?"
The gentleman found his tongue
and in q mixture Of German and Eng
lish declared that he was an entirely
innocent party, alarmed by the mad
frolic of the barbarian sailors, ant
intent only upon seeking safety IL
flight.
As to Merrick, he knew nothing
about any individual by that name
and as Jones in his surprise had re
leased his hold, the Teuton resumed
mis- gallop along the beach.
Jones was for the nonce almos
paralyzed. Luckily he had, early II
his career, learned to place great de
pendence upon himself.
Such q man usually gets along II
life and mounts the ladder of success
without hardly break in his ascent
He drew a weapon and then starte
back along the beach, running swift
and half bent over in the aggressiv
manner Of one who intends giving bal
tie, no matter how seriously outnuu
fbered.
He ran along the edge Of the watel
which wet his feet without notice
ran along, straining his eyes to SO
any floating body that might drif
within reach, but no matter how eager
ly his search was prosecuted. notf
ing came OF 1t.
Jones curbed his excitement, know
ing the folly of thus allowing himsel
to run at large.
He set himself to thinking
Surely these sailors who had mad
such a grand pretense Of being ha
seas over until the ruction began, an
then Strengthened out in a jiffy-sur,
ly they had talked English and mui
perforce belong to vessel flying tn
Union Jack.
Was Mark abducted?
What could they want with him III
less It were a mistake. and the joll
tackles had gotten hold Of the wron
mAnf
He knew not which way to tur
and stood there listening eagerly Il
q clue to guide him.
Ha! the measured dip of oars, ar
upon the starlit water Of the sea |
could Just distinguish some movir
object that steadily receded.
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