Montpelier examiner. [volume] (Montpelier, Idaho) 1895-1937, 1911-02-17

| oNhh ~ ohtIe UOAIueu q tramp kTulI
steamer bound for Central America, or
somewhere. with a big gripsack and his
| daughter-all the family he had
IN SIX hours l was on board a steam
yacht belonging to one OF the directors,
and hot on the trail OF the fruit tub.
mad a pretty good idea where the old boy
would strike for. At that time we had
| treaty with about every foreign country
| except Belgium. and that banana repub-
hc, Anchuria. There wasn't photo Of
old Wahrfield to be had in New York
| he had ben foxy there-but / had his de-
scription. and. besides. the lady with him
| would be almost a dead give-away.
We struck the money coast one after
| noon about four. There was a ratty-
| looking steamer of shore taking on ba-
nanas. 1t might be the one the old man
| mad taken, and II might not. / went
ashore to look around struck an Ameri-
can on shore. big, cool chap, standing
| around with the monkeys. He showed
| me the consul's office The consul was
| Dutchman named BrucS, and he had
his mitt out for further orders. ! got
| what l wanted to know out OF him. He
| said the fruiter loading was the Karl
sefn, running to New Orleans, but took
| her last cargo to New York on account of
| an oVerstocked home market Then was
| sure my people were on board. as the
| consul said no passengers had landed.
Just then the quarantine doctor dropped
| In for a chat, and he said there was
| gentleman and lady on the fruiter, and
| they would come ashore in a few hours,
| as soon as the gent recovered a little
| from a sea-sick SPELL So. all that I had
1 to do. then, was to walt
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 / walked
down 1t, and then turned up a kind of
lane where the houses were made of poles
and straw wanted to see what the
monkeys did when they wern't climbing
cocoanut trees. The very first shack /
looked In, | saw my people. They must
have come ashore while was promenad-
| ing. 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 dozen gold
| bricks; and a swell glrl-a regular peach,
with Fifth avenue cut was sitting on
wooden chair. An old black woman was
| fixing some coffee and beans on a table.
The light they had came from lantern
| hung on a nail. / went and stood in the
| door, and they looked at me- and said:
Mr.. Wahrfleld, you are my prisoner.
hope, for the lady's sake. you will take
the matter sensibly. You know why /
want you"
who are your? says the old gent.
FLYNN" says |. "of the Columbia De-
| tective Bureau. Now. sir. let me give
you some good advice. You go back and
take your medicine like a man. They'll
| only give you a five. or, maybe, a 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 country for young lady
| like Miss Wahrfield to live in7 You give
up the cash and go back and I'll put in
good word for you. I'll give you FIVE
i rninttaa 10 ataI,
and waited.
OF a sudden the girl gave a tiny scream
and grabbed the old boy around the neck
| "Oh, father, father" she says, kind of
! contralto; can this be true Have you
/ fsirv, money that is not ours? Speak
fatherr's~ y made you shiver to hear the
rrennpo ston jss.uut on her voice.
She got Inn to one; tide and they talked
together minute, and Them ne put on
some gold eyeglasses and walked.-up ana
handed me the grip
'Mr. Detective" he says talking a liz
tie broken, II conclude to return with
you. have finished to discover that life
on this desolate and displeased coast
would be worse than to die, itself. will
go back and hurl myself upon the mercy
of the Loan-Trust Company Have YOU
brought sheep7"
"Sheepl' says 1; IT haven't a 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 a
handkerchief to her face. and kept saying
every little bit. "Oh, father, fatheri'
She walked up to me and laid her lily
white hand on the clothes that had
panied her at first. / smelt a million vio
let's. She was lula. I told her I came
In private yacht
''Mr. Flynn" she says. 'Oh. take IN
away from this horrid country at once
Can you! VIII you Say you will"
TIL try" / said, concealing the fact that
I was dying to get them on salt water be-
fore they could change their mind.
Well, we three made a 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 a |
Bood deal. The monkey suburbs was as |
wild as places in Central Park. We came |
out on the beach good half mile below
brown chap was lying asleep under a |
eocoanut tree. with ten-foot musket be-
side him. Mr., Wahrfield takes up the |
gun a.. pitches II In the sea THE coast !
Is qua: led" he says. Rebellion and |
Plots r-pen like fruit" He pointed to the |
sleeping man, who never stirred Thus" |
ne says. they perform trusts, Children!'
saw our boat coming, and l struck a |
match and lit piece of newspaper to |
snow them where we were. In thirty |
minutes we were on board the yacht.
The first thing. Mr.. Wahrfeld and his
daughter and I took the grip into the |
owners cabin, opened 1t up and took an |
inventory. There was two hundred and
sixty thousand dollars in u. s. treasury
eertihcates and bonds, besides lot OF
diamond Jewelry and a couple Of hundred
havana cigars I gave the old man the
cigars and receipt for the rest of the
iot. as agent for the company and locked
the STUN up In my private quarters
never had a pieasanter trip than that
one After we got to sea. the young lady
turned out to be the jolllest 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 Astoria-she
Winks at me and says: whats the use
to borrow trouble. Mr.. Fly Cop? Here's
hoping you may live to ent the hen that
scratches on your grave" There was a
plano on board, and SIZE sat down to 1t
ana 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"
list ''o |
The old man. too. perked up amazingly
on the way. He passed the cigars and ,
says to me once. quite clipper, out of n ,
cloud OF smoke: Mr.. Flynn, somehow I |
mink the Loan-Trust COMPANY will m, | {