The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1912-08-15

swell-headed, inflated, disagreeable
character, and was amazed to find
him a splendid young fellow. gentle
manly and entertaining. After Cobb
had left them the Cuban shook his
head in a bewildered fashion.
Finding out my mistake about Ty
Cobb" he explained, was some JOLT
believe me. I'll not be surprised to
discover, after that enlightenment,
that Baron Zollern is our dearest
friend and that Mr.. Yazimoto would
just die to make us happy!"
They don't grow any nicer than
Cobb" said Brockett. He is pretty
nearly the best ever"
Naturally, the messengers went to
see Cobb perform that afternoon,
after securing tickets and berths on
a Chicago train. The great Georgian
was at his best, giving a wonderful
display Of his speed and matchless
hitting powers. After seeing him
turn an ordinary single into three
bases by nervy running, the boys left
the ball yard, garrulous as monkeys,
wildly delighted at the doings of Ty-
rus Cobb, but not forgetting the dan
gers and demands of their situation.
Nobody bothered them at the game;
no spies or shadows seemed to be on
the trail as they walked from the
park, and there appeared to be no
reason for special caHtion. Much ad-
venture and many unpleasant hap
penings, however, had converted the
youngsters into thoroughly suspicious
and watchful individuals, and every
bulky German, every passing Japanese
or Chinaman, loomed large as a pos
sible emissary of the foe.
Marching majestically amid the
throng, and towering above them like
Gulliver among the Liliputians, gi-
gantic negro came up the street. The
black man must have been seven feet
high, and was gayly costumed in scar
let coat, blue trousers, and silk hat.
With either hand he dealt out the ad-
vertising cards of some dentist, and
kept a continual stream of pasteboards
flying through the crowd. The boys
sidestepped to let the giant pass, but
the mammoth negro checked his
course for the fraction Of a second
and thrust a couple of his cards into
Brockett's astonished hands. Resum-
ing his march. he paraded up the
street, with a mob of small boys
strlnging in his wake, turned a corner
and disappeared with his attendant
train.
Some advertising agent, that boy"
laughted Brockett. Wonder who
hires him, anyhow"
One of the cards bore the name of
some dental parlor." Across the
other in small but clearly written
letters, were these hieroglyphs:
"HR E L TO W Fin r TO HR TIC
E L Pos TO CUBS"
instructions at Chicago" Brockett
translated. "Say-let's catch that
black man and ask him where he got
this card"
They hurried to the cross-street
where the negro had changed his
course. but the gigantic African was
nowhere visible.
When they boarded the Chicago
bound train that night, SoIano's rest
less brain Matched new idea.
1T occurs to me, Harry" he ven
tured, that anyone who is tracking
us on sleeping cars will naturally
prowl into the lower berth. Why not
frame up a dummy, leave him in the
lower, and both of US climb into the
upper? Then we can take turns
watching. and ought to come pretty
near to landing any inquisitive gen.
tleman who gets his locations mixed"
The idea appealed to Brockett. and
was quickly carried through. 1t was
by no means difficult to construct a
fair imitation of sleeper in the low
er berth, simply by rolling up the
blankets, rumpling the pillows, and ar
ranging a few articles Of clothing
round the bunk. When the work was
finished. and the electric light turned
off, the life-like effect was wholly sat
isfying, and the boys could hardly re-
strain their laughter as they climbed
like Alpine chamois into the noun
tainous regions above. Brockett took
the first watch-and nothing happened
to disturb the tranquility of the car
except a wrangle between two claim.
ants of lower seven, each, through
some mistake, holding the proper
coupon.
Solano was on guard, and Brockett
was peacefully dreaming, when the
green curtains were slightly agitated.
The Cuban stretched himself towards
the edge of the berth apd peered
downward Nothing visible. If any
one had been trying to rummage in
the lower berth, he had fed with
snake-like silence and lightning speed
Solano, deciding that he had been in
error, drew back, and waited out his
watch without further incident.
With the first rays of sunlight, both
boys were astir. Slipping down into
the aisle without waiting for the por-