The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1904-06-24
MYNHEER JOE,
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BY ST. GEORGE RATHBoRNE
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I'll enter several notes on the log about
receiving such and such letter. Trust
two Pennsylvania Dutchmen for
Matching up a plot to confuse the ma
tives, eh, JoeY
They talk little longer. and the
details are arranged so that there may
be no blunder. Unless some accident
occurs, the shadow of which has not
yet been seen, they appear to have a
firm hold upon the game, and the
chances indicate sudden and aston
ishing surprise. together with an I'M
expected sailing on the part of the
Russian nobleman.
When Mynheer Joe leaves the skip
per of the Avalanche he has arranged
everything to his satisfaction. They
understand each other thoroughly AMI
nothing is lacking save the production
of the baron's body.
Joe has plenty more to do. Already
half the morning has passed. and the
heat grows more and more intense.
He has become somewhat used to t
during his Soudan campaign, and calls
himself salamander, since he never
finches from the hottest sun.
From the Burning Giant, as the place
Of incinera:::vi on the river-bank is
called, ne heads once more for the
hotel at the foot of Malabar Hill.
Bombay is bustling with life, from
distant Mazagon on one side to Calls.
bah on the other. Joe finds it difficult
to even make his way along some of
the streets, and soon halls palkee
gharry, into which he tumbles and is
soon dropped at his destination.
The first person he sees Is the faith
full Kassee; and when he crooks his
finger, the other comes to his side like
a flash. He takes his orders from his
master, smiles. mods and is gone. That
wonderfully active brain of Kassee's
will handle the matter well. No fear
of his making blunder. The only
one Joe has ever known him to make
was in humping his head against that
obstruction in the Nile, at the time
they were thrown out of the boat in
the darkness. and losing his master.
Having finished with Kassee, and
seen him well on his way, Mynheer
Joe looks up the others who are to
figure In this little drama that means
so much to the baron. He finds them
upon the piazza Of the hotel. Sandy
lying In hammock and taking in a
story told by gray-haired old officer
Of that dreadful scene he witnessed
during the Sepoy rebellion when en-
gagged on the column sent to the relief
Of Lucknow: Mr.. Grimes trying to
smoke native hubble-bubble with in
different success; while Molly and her
father have made themselves as easy
as possible in cane chairs. where the
grateful shade is densest and the cool
ing breeze may fan their cheeks.
Rather picturesque scene they pre-
sent, the traveller thinks. as he stops to
take it in. At this moment Molly spies
him and starts up.
Then. as if remembering herself. she
turns scarlet. makes a movement as
though about to be seated again,
changes her mind and bravely ad-
Vances toward Joe.
swell doner' is the mental comment
Of that gentleman. who has noted all
the phases of this struggle. and be-
gins to believe deep down in his heart
there may be some truth in what Mr.
Grimes has told him.
He is too shrewd to give himself
away, however, and looks very inno-
cent as he greets Miss Tanner.
"Great Jehosaphat! Is that you, Joe:
Come up here, young man. and give
strict account of yourselfw burst out
the sweet voice of the big Illinois
senator.
And if the crocodiles of the Ganges
could hear the full tenor of his siren
notes. they would weep tears of envy
and below no more. Talk about your
steam fog-horn! The Honorable De-
hosthenes could extinguished such Il
toy with one blast, and then hardly
half try.
This is an invitation such as Joe
wants. and to the interested quartettn
he is soon relating what he has done
to relieve them of the baron, whose
presence in India means trouble for
all.
CHAPTER XIII.