The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1909-07-21
By Roy Norton
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eve of possible battle, and there was, be-
Sides a chance that he would be over
taken as soon as his absence was discov
cred. There came the conclusion that
some hours might elapse before anyone
would become aware of his unexplained
absence The only feature that caused
overwhelming amaZement was that of the
intimate knowledge which his abductors
must have possessed of conditions which
he had met and which surrounded him.
1t was possible that chance alone had led
them to adopt the method the President
used when he wished an interview be-
yond the pale of ordinary conditions.
n HE skies above were slightly clearer
now, and here and there the stars were
showing. Testers eyes, grown accus-
toned to the darkness and straining for
anything, which would give him Informs
ton. picked out the figure of the man
who had appea:ed as an outside secret
service guard and had ridden on the seat
OF the motor car beside it's driver. He
leaned forward. The guard beside him
moved restlessly. There was something
strangely familiar in the figure, and he
tinctly remembered that, thYughsut the
said nothing whatever Finally, he ADAM
doned the effort toward possible recog-
milton. The launch was still forging
ahead. 1t slowed down as man in the
cropping its way He could see in the
dim light that the pilot was now staring
here and there in the half darkness, ami
he found himself involuntarily turning his
head to see anything which the other
might descry.
There was another signal to go ahead
and grunt of satisfaction. 1t was ap-
parent that the men at the wheel could
see farther across the waters than he,
and the conclusion was easy that the
other had served long watches in wide
wastes with nothing save intuition and
the stars to guide. In a few minutes
more he made out the silent loom of a
hull, saw it come up in the night until it
was distinct, and then heard the man at
the bow give a hail. 1t was answered
frcm the ghostly thing which lay there in
wait. The answer seemed satisfactory.
for the launch again crept forward
around the stern and up against gang
way, whose lower steps We're bathed in
the tiny waves 1t took no seaman's lore
aboard private yacht of sea-going
build, and his heart sank as he realized
that he and his fellow might be taken
away and out of the world as effectually
as if they had been destroyed; that he.
Morgan Lester, Iresidentelect of the
United States, could be kept out on the
broad oceans of the globe as effectively
as though he We're that desperate wretch
in THE Man Without a Country" to be
held there. if need be, until his very
name was forgotten and his own daugh-
ter desolate and despairing. mourned him
as one dead. 1t was the time of greatest
ueSpdlI, ana ne lldue no IeSlSldHce WHEN
they half-forccd, half-assisted him up to
the deck and led him away below.
REHIND him came the faltering foot
~ steps of the Vice President-elect, who
walked stifly as though he had been
strained in the fight of resistance or had
become crampcd during the long hours in
the launch which had brought them hith-
err Before they had passed from above,
they heard quick, snappy commands, the
patter of feet, the soft slipping of blocks,
and knew that the launch being
hoisted aboard, while at the same time
the anchor was being brought up from
forward in preparation for continuance
of their fight.
The men who had been conducting them
threw open IA state-room, which was the
extreme of luxury, beauty and warmth, a
contrast so keen after the cold, desperate
hours they had undergone that they drew
sharp breaths After they had been
searched for arms. both We're unbound,
and the folds of the scarfs, which had
become wet uncomfortable and clammy,
were UNFINISHED.