Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1913-02-07

easy 20 mo. Anead or MIN nartng
lights alternated with the steady
piercing brilliance OF the incandes.
cents, and both struggled against ths
lingering daylight.
A heavy policeman at the corner
had seen the car He pointed west
into the cavernous darkness OF the
wharves.
II she ain't down at the Imperial
docks she's gone plump into the river.
Tor that's the way she went" he In
sisted. The policeman had the bear.
ing OF a majorgeneral and the accent
OF the city of Cork. Hambleton went
on past the curving street-car tracks,
lodged loaded dray emerging from
the dock, and threaded his way under
the shed, He passed piles Of trunks.
and couple of truekmen dumping
assorted freight from an ocean liner
No motor-car or yelled lady. nor
sound of anything like a woman's
voice. Hambleton came out into the
street again, looked about for another
probable avenue of escape for the
car and WIS at the point of baflement
when the major. general pounded slow.
~ along his way.
In there. my son, and no nice place
either.s pointing to a smaller entrance
alongside the Imperial docks. almost
concealed by swinging signs 1t was
plainly forbidden way, and at first
sight appeared too narrow for the
passage OF any vehicle whatsoever.
hut examination showed that II was
not too narrow; moreover il opened
on level with the street.
II you really want her. she's in
there, though what1l be to pay II
You go in there without a permit. ]
don't know. I'd hate to have TO ar.
rest you"
1T might be the best thing for me
IL you did, but I'm going in. You
might wait here a minute. Captain. II
you Will"
Il win that; more especially asethat
car was sumner for speed and l
already had my eye on her. I'd like
to see you fish her out of that hole"
But Hambleton was out OF earshot
and out of sight. An empty passage
smelling of bilge-water and pent-up
gases opened suddenly on to the larg
er dock Damp flooring with wide
cracks stretched on to the left; on
the right the solid planking terminal
ed suddenly in huge piles. against
which the water. capped with scum
and weeds, splashed fitfully. The riv
er bank lined with docks, seemed
fulled into temporary quietness Ferry
boats steamed at their labors farther
up and down the river. but the cur
rents of travel left here and there a
peaceful quarter such as this.
Hambleton's gaze searched the dock
and the river In a rapid survey. The
dock itself was dim and vast, with a
few workmen looking like ants In the
distance Ii offered nothing OF en-.
enlargement: but on the river. fifty
yards away. and getting farther away
every minute. was a yachts tender,
The figures Of the two rowers we're
quite distinct. their oars making
rhythmical flashes over the water.
but II was impossible to say exactly
what freight. human or otherwise. 1t
carried. It was evident that there
we're people aboard, possibly several
Even as Hambleton strained his eyes
to see. the outlines OF the rowboat
merged into the dimness. 1t was
pointed like gun toward a large
yacht lying at ancher further out In
the stream. The vessel swayed pref.
tff., -. tha a.trra,,f ara .Io,,t,, s,,,,,.., a,
its dim light from the masthead
They've got her--out in that boat
said Hambleton to himself, feeling.
while the words we're on his lips,
that he was drawing conclusions un.
warranted by the evidence. Thus he
stood, one foot on the slippery log
siding Of the dock, watching while the
little drama played itself out, so far
as his present knowledge could go. His
judgment still hung in suspense. but
his senses qulckened themselves to
detect, II possible, what the outcome
might be. He saw the tender ap-
proach the boat. lie alongside; saw
one sailor after another descend the
rope ladder. saw limp. inert mass
lifted from the rowboat and carried
up, as II It had been merchandise. to
the dock OF the yacht; saw two men
follow the limp bundle over the gun
vale: and finally saw the boat herself
drawn up and placed In her davits
HambIeton's mind at last slid to its
conclusion. like bolt into its socket
They're kidnapping her. without a
doubt" he said slowly. For moment
! he was like one struck stupid Slowly
he turned to the dock. looking up and
down its orderly but unprepossessins
clutter. Dim lights shone here and
there. and few hands were at work
at the farther end. The dull silence
the unresponsive preoccupation Of
whatever life was In sight. made It al
seem as remote from him and from
this tragedy as from the stars.
In fact, 1t was impersonal and re
mote to such a degree that Handle
tons practical mind halted yet an in
slant. in doubt whether there wer,
not some plausible explanation. Tn,