St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1911-02-25

steamer bound for Central America, or
somewhere. with big gripsack and his
daughter-a1l the family he had.
! In six hours I was on board steam
yacht belonging to one Of the directors,
| and hot on the trail of the fruit tub
mad pretty good idea where the old boy
would strike for. At that time we had a
treaty with about every foreign country
except Belgium, and that banana repub-
] lic Anchuria There wasn't photo OF
: old Wahrfield to be had in New York
ne mad ben foxy there-but had his de-
script1on. and, besides, the lady with him
| would be almost dead give-away.
| we struck the money coast one after
| noon about four. There was a ratty-
| looking steamer off shore taking on ba-
| nanas. 1t might be the one the old man
had taken. and 1t might not. I went
ashore to look around. struck an Ameri-
can on shore, a big, cool chap, standing
| around with the monkeys. He showed
me the consul's office The consul was
a Dutchman named Bruck. and he had
his mitt out for further orders. I got
| what I wanted to know out of him. He
said the fruter loading was the Karl
sef1n. running to New Orleans, but took
| her last cargo to New York on account of
| an overstocked home market. Then l was
sure my people were on board as the
| consul said no passengers had landed.
| Just then the quarantine doctor dropped
I
! gentleman and lady on the fruiter, and
| they would come ashore in a few hours,
as soon as the gent recovered little
| from sea-sick SPELL So, all that l had
to do, then, was to wait.
After dark 1 walked around and In
| vestigated that town some. and 1t was
| enough to give you the lions. The main
street ran along the beach, and 1 walked
| down it, and then turned up kind OF
| lane where the houses were made Of poles
and straw I wanted to see what the
| monkeys did when they wern't climbing
cocoanut trees. The very first shack
looked in, I saw my people. They must
have come ashore while was promenad-
ing. A man about fifty, smooth face,
heavy eyebrows. dressed in black broad
cloth, looking like he was just about to
say: Can any little boy in the Sunday
school answer that? He was freezing on
| to grip that weighed like a dozen gold
bricks; and swell girl-a regular peach,
with a Fifth avenue cut was sitting on
wooden chair. An old black woman was
| fixing some coffee and beans on table.
The light they had came from a lantern
| hung on a nail. went and stood In the
door, and they looked at me, and I said:
! Mr.. Wahrfeld, you are my prisoner. l
hope, for the lady's sake, you will take
the matter sensibly. You know why l
| want you"
| "who are your says the old gent
FLYNN" says I, ''of the Columbia De-
you some good advice. You go back and
| take your medicine like a man. They'll
only give you a five. or, maybe, seven
| spot, and they'll send you to one OF the
reform pens where you will only have
| to keep books, or feed the warden's chick
ems. Is this a country for young lady
like Miss wahrfeld to live in? You give
| +to hoo n
a good word for you. I'll give you five
minutes to decide" pulled out my watch
| and waited.
OF sudden the girl gave tiny scream
and grabbed the old boy around the neck.
"Oh. father, father!'' she says. kind Of
contralto; "can this be true Have you
taken money that is not ours? Speak,
father!' 1t made you shiver to hear the
trempo stop she put on her voice.
She got hm to one side and they talked
together minute, and then he put on
some gold eyeglasses and walked up and
handed me the grip.
Mr. Detective" he says, talking lit
tie broken, IT conclude to return with
you. have finished to discover that life
on this desolate and displeased coast
| would be worse than to die, itself. I will
go back and hurl myself upon the mercy
of the Loan-Trust Company. Have you
brought Sheep"
Sheep" says I; II haven't single"
Ship cut in the young lady. Don't
get funny. Father is Of German birth.
and doesn't speak perfect English. How
did you Gomez
The girl was all broke up. She had
handkerchief to her face, and kept saying
every little bit: "Oh, father, father!
She walked up to me and laid her lily
| white hand on the clothes that had
panied her at first. I smelt a million vio-
| let's She was lula. told her came
| In private yacht.
"Mr. Flynn she says. "Oh, take US
away from this horrid country at once.
Can you! Will you! Say you will
| "1'n try" said, concealtng the fact that
I was dying to get them on salt water be-
fore they could change their mind
Well we three made sneak around the
| edge of town so as not to be seen. We
| go tangled in vines and ferns and the
banana bushes and tropical scenery
good deal. The monkey suburbs was as
wild as places in Central Park. We came
| out on the beach good half mile below.
A brown chap was lying asleep under a
cocoanut tree. with ten-foot musket be-
side him. Mr.. Wahrfeld takes up the
gun and pitches 1t in the sea. 1.-THE coast
is guarded" he says. Rebellion and
plots ripen like fruit" He pointed to the
sleeping man, who never stirred. Thus
|
1 saw our boat coming, and struck a
match and lit piece Of newspaper to
show them where we were. In thirty
minutes we were on board the yacht.
The first thing, Mr.. Wahrfield and his
daughter and I took the grip into the
owners cabin. opened it up. and took an
inventory. There was two hundred and
sixty thousand dollars in U. 8. treasury
certificates and bonds, besides a lot Of
diamond jewelry and a couple Of hundred
Havana cigars 1 gave the old man the
cigars and receipt for the rest of the
lot, as agent for the company, and locked
the stuff up in my private quarters.
l never had pleasanter trip than that
one After we got to sea, the young lady
turned out to be the jolliest ever. The
very first time we sat down to dinner,
and the steward filled her glass with
champagne-that directors yacht was a
| regular floating Waldorf-As he
winks at me and says: Whats the Use
to borrow trouble. Mr.. Fly Cop? Here's
scratches on your grave" There was a
piano on board, and she sat down to it
and sung better than you give up two
cases to hear plenty times. She knew
about nine operas clear through. She
was sure enough bon ton and swell. She
wasn't one Of the "among others present"
kind; she belonged on the special mention
list
The old man, too perked up amazingly
on the way. He passed the cigars, and
says to me once, quite clipper, out Of a
cloud Of smoke: "Mr. Flynn, somehow I
think the Loan-Trust Company will not
give me the much trouble. Guard well
the grip-valise of the money Mr.. Flynn,
for that 1t must be returned to them that
it belongs when we finish to arrive
When we landed in New York I 'phoned
to the chief to meet us in that directors
office. We got in cab and went there.
carried the grip, and we walked in,
and I was pleased to see that the chief