The daily morning Alaskan., 1903-01-07

Sterling. George You remember Jim- my EckstromT"
 Sure" answered George, feeling ab. sently in his pocket as if he had sud denly remembered something. "Say, Frank, loan me a quarter. will youI I haverSt a cent of change. and I want to run up on the L. Or. better still. change this twenty for me"
 Cant do it. old man. You know sis- ters don't do a thing to their older brothers who so home for a visit Per haps Mir. Wilson here might oblige."
 But Mr. Wilson suddenly stopped, slutched hls bag and edged rapidly away from the two young men. When be had placed a good six feet between them and himself. be exclaimed loudly:
 "No. you don'tl I've heerd of you bunko stcercrs before. ain't as green as look. You don't short change me. read the papers, I do. Know Jimmy Eckstrom, do youl UghF'
 With flushed cheeks and blazing eyes Jameson tried to explain matters. George roared with laughter. His mirth added fuel to the flames of VII sons wrath. and he again raised his voice in vigorous protest.
 Deckhands. accompanied by a plain clothes man. suddenly appeared.
 ~Whats thisY' demanded the detec- tive.
 Trying to short change. bunko me" yelled Wilson. There. sec that fellow holding that twenty dollar bill The other one was in the scheme too"
 The plain clothes man spoke quietly, but firmly.
 'You two'n have to go with me"
 Jameson gasped
 "GO whereT
 ''To police headquarters"
 The boat was touching the dock. The color fied from Jameson's face. or course it was only an unpleasant mls- understanding. He pulled out his card. The detective took it and smiled. Cards. even engraved ones, are cheap. And there was the twenty dollar bill in Georges hand. Could better proof be wantingl
 Jameson was rapidly losing his tenn per.
 "wel, [ don't SO a step. The old man was mistaken. We can easily Identify ourselves without going near police headquarters"
 An ugly look came Into the detcc- tive's eyes He started Co speak. when from the curious throng around them came the swish of feminine draperies, and a small gloved hand was laid on the detectives arm.
 May speak to you, pleaser
 Jameson whlrled round to face Bes- sic Whitney,
 The detective frowned. An, a con federate! The young lady handed him a card, and the frown faded. He bowed obseQuiously and turned aside, not without keeping one eye on his prospective prisoners, however. lame son hesitated between jumping over board and knocking the detective down. George was swearing softly at the westerner, and the crowd. craning to see the finish Of the htt,c drama, was pushing It's way to the pier.
 When the detective turned. hls face was wreathed ln smiles.
 "I guess this Is a mistake. The young man Morris Whitney's daughters en- gagged to aln't turning confidence tricks"
 He took the arm of the bewlldered westerner and walked toward the dock. George started to tell Jameson what he thought of the whole performance, but Jameson was hurrying back through the ladies cabin. He had seen a slen- der figure ln dark blue with her face turned steadfastly toward the Jersey shore.
 They were the last to leave the boat, and that night Jameson wrote to his sister:
 "Its not always the sentimental girl who's the bravest. There are two ki ls of sentiment, little sister, and soi day I hope you'll understand the sor that Bessie has and shows"