The Ekalaka eagle. [volume] (Ekalaka, Mont.) 1909-1920, 1911-08-25
CHAPTER UU.-(Continued.)

CHAPTER iIl.-(Continued.)
Senorita Rodriguez laughed, and Mr..
Grimm glanced idly toward Miss
Thorne. She was still talking, her
face alive with interest; and the fan
was still tapping rhythmically, stead
lily. now on the arm of her chair.
"Dot-dash-dot! D~ot-dash-dot! Dot
dash-dot! Dot-dash-dot!"
Pretty women who don't want to
be stared at should 60 with their faces
swathed." Mr.. Grimm suggested, indo-
lently. "Haroun ell Raschid there
would agree with me on that point. l
have no doubt. What a shock he
would get if he should happen up at
Atlantic City for a weekend in Au-
gust"
"Dot-dash-dot! Dot~-dash-dot! Dot
dash-dot!"
Mr.. Grimm read it with perfect un
derstanding; it was "F-F-F'' in the
Morse code, the call of one operator
to another. Was it accident? Mr..
Grimm wondered. and wondering, he
ven on talking lazily:
Curious, Isn't it, the smaller the ma
ton the more color it crowds into the
uniforms Of it's diplomats? The Brit
1sh ambassador, you will observe. is
clothed sanely and modestly, as BELTS
the representative of a great nation;
but coming on down by way of Spain
and Italy, they get more gorgeous.
However, I dare say as stout a heart
beats beneath a sky-blue sash as be-
hind the embellished black of evening
dress"
"F-F-F," the fan was calling in
sistently.
And then the answer came. It ooh
the Unexpectedly prosaic form of a VIC
lent snecze, a vociferous outburst in a
bench directly behind Mr.. Grimm.
Senorita Rodriguez jumped, then
laughed, nervously.
1T startled me-" she explained.
Il think there must be a draft from
the conservatory" said a mans voice
alphabetically. do you ladies feel it?
No? Well. If you'll excuse me-"
Mr.. Grimm glanced back languidly.
The speaker was Charles Winthrop
Rankin. a brilliant young American
lawyer who was attached to the Ger
man embassy In an advisory capacity.
Among other things he was a Heidel-
berg man, having spent some dozen
years of his life in Germany, where
he established influential connections.
Mr.. Grimm knew him only by sight.
And now the rhythmical tapping of
Miss Thorne's fan underwent a
change. There was a 1utter of gaiety
in her voice the while the ivory fan.
tapped steadily.
"Dot-dot-dot' Dash! Dash-dash-
dash! Dot-dot-dash! Dash!"
"S-t-6-u-t," Mr.. Grimm read in
Morse. He laughed pleasantly at
some remark Of his companion.
"Dash-dash! Dot-dash! Dash-dot!"
said the fan.
"M-a-n.' Mr.. Grimm spelled it
out. the while his ~listless eyes roved
aimlessly over the throng. "S-t-5-
Ut m-a-n!" Was it meant for
~stout mann" Mr.. Grimm wondered.
"Dot-dash-dot! Dot! Dash-d dot -dot!"
"F-e-d," that was.
"Dot-dot-dash-dot! Dot-dash! Dash
d~ot-dash-dot! Dot"
"Q-a-J-e!" Mr.. Grimm was
puzzled a little now. but there was not
a wrinkle, nor the tiniest indication of
perplexity in his face. Instead he be-
gan talking of Raphael's cherubs, the
remark being called into life by the
high complexion of a young mar who
was passing. Miss Thorne glanced at
him keenly, her splendid eyes fairly
aglow. and the fan ratified on in the
code.
"Dash-dot! Dot! Dot-dash! Dot
dash-dot!"
"N-e-a-f." Mr.. Grimm was still
spelling 1t out.
Then came a perfect tumble. Mr..
Grimm followed it with difficulty, q
difficulty utterly belied by the quizzi-
cal lines about his mouth. AS he
caught it, it was like this: "J-5-n-
s-e-f-v-a-t-5-f," followed by
an arbitrary signal which is not in the
Morse code: "Dash-dot-dash-dash!"
Mr.. Grimm carefully stored that
tumble away In some recess of his
AroNr alamo WITH <ho ,,ol>uou,- .;~-,I