Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1912-10-04

Morse code, the call of one operator
TO another. Was it accident? Mr..
Grimm wondered, and wondering. he
went on talking lazily:
Curious, isn't it, the smaller the ma
ton the more color it crowds into the
uniforms of its diplomats? The Brit.
ish ambassador, you will observe. IS
clothed sanely and modestly, as BELTS
the representative of great nation;
/ but coming on down by way OF Spain
and Italy. they get more gorgeous.
However, ! dare say as stout 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. II took
the Unexpectedly prosaic form of a vio-
lent sneeze, a vociferous outburst in
bench directly behind Mr. Grimm.
Senorita Rodriguez jumped them
laughed, nervously.
1T startled me- she explained
81 think there must be draft from
the conservatory" said mans voice
apologetically do you ladies feel ltY
No? Well, If you'll excuse me-"
Mr.. Grimm glanced back languidlY.
The speaker was Charles Winthrop
Rankin, brilliant young American
lawyer who was attached to the Ger
man embassy in an advisory capacity
Among other things he was Heidet
har hor
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 =
change. There was a f1utter Of gaiety
in her voice the while the ivory fan
tapped steadily.
"Dot-dot-doti DASH Dash-dast-
dash! Dot-dot-dashl DASH"
"S-t-5-u-t," Mr. Grimm read In
Morse. He laughed pleasantly at
some remark Of his companion.
"Dash-dash Dot-dashi Dash-doti"
said the fan.
'M-a-n," Mr.. Grimm spelled IL
out. the while his listless eyes roved
over the throng "S-t-5-
Ut m-a-ni" Was 1t meant for
stout MANI" Mr. Grimm wondered.
"Dot-dash-doti Dot Dash-dotdoti"
Ted" that was
"Dot-dot-dash-dot! Dot-dashi Dash
Dotl"
"Q-a-j-ei" Mr.. Grimm was
puzzled little now, but there was not
a wrinkle, nor the tiniest indication Of
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 man who
vas passing. Miss Thorne glanced at
him keenly, her splendid eyes fairly
sglow, and the fan ratified on in the
,ode
"Dash-dotl Dotl Dotdashl Dot
lash-doti"
"N-e-a-f" Mr. Grimm was stiIf
pelling It out
Then came a perfect tumble. Mr..
4rimm followed 1t with difficulty, o
lifficulty utterly belied by the quizEi-
al lines about his mouth. AS he
aught 1t, it was like this: "J-5-n-
.e-f-v-a-t-5- followed by
N arbitrary signal which Is not in the
dorse code: Dash-dot-dash-dash,"
Mr.. Grimm carefully stored that
umble away in some recess of his
rain, along with the unknown signal
"D-5-5-f," he read, and then, ON
o the end: "B-f-i-n-g 5-v-e-
w-h-e-n g g-5-e-s."
That was all, apparently. The soft
latter of the fan against the arm OF
be chair ran on meaninglessly after
hat.
May l bring you an ice?" Mr..
rimm asked at last
IF you will, please" responded the
enorita, "and when you come back
II reward you by presenting you to
[iss Thorne. You'll find her charm,
lg; and Mr. Cadwallader has monop
lied her long enough"
Mr.. Grimm bowed and left her. He