Elmore County Republican. [volume] (Mountain Home, Idaho) 1910-1915, 1914-04-18

the frantic appeals OF his Widowed
mother, partly owing to the telephone6
advice of Mr.. Michael Padden of Sixth
avenue who said the injured man hat
recognized one of his assailants, ht
booked passage to Japan by the next
steamer out Of Vancouver
Strictly speaking. Kirk Anthony did
not awake to realization Of his sur.
roundings but became conscious Of
them through long process of dull
dreamy speculation. He said to him
self:
Now, begin all over again, Kirk
Ringold was very drunk. Good! Ev-
erything Is clear so far. Next you
were playing piano with yellow teeth
while somebody sang something about
Little Brown Cot After that
Lord, you must have been drinking!
Well, let's run through 1t again."
But his efforts were vain He could
recall nothing beyond the piano, SO
fell to wondering what hotel this
could be-
Some east side joint" he decided,
land cheap one. too, from the size of
this stall" He noted another brass
bed close at hand and reasoned that
Ringold or Higgins must have risen
early leaving him to finish his sleep.
That was considerate, of course. but
Good heavens, ii must be late! And
he was due to motor to New Haven at
noon! He raised himself suddenly
and was half out OF bed when he fell
back with cry as II an unseen hand
had smitten him He capped both
palms TO his head, realizing that he
was very sick indeed The sensation
was unlike anything he had ever felt
before. His head was splitting. he
felt frightfu nausea. the whole room
was rocking and reeling as If to pitch
him out Of bed 1t was terrible, SO he
arose blindly and felt his way toward
the telephone. Failing TO find it, he
pushed button instead. then tumbled
back to bed He heard the door open
and voice inquire:
did you ring, sir?"
IAN hour ago Haven't you more
than one bellhop in this placer"
I'm sorry. sir"
"And I'm sick, mighty sick. I'm go
ing to die"
Il think not sir. The others are
sick too"
Can I get you something, SRA lit
tie champagne, perhaps. to settle your
stomach?"
Anthony opened his eyes. Hello!
Are you the oerk?" Instead of the
bellhop he had expected he beheld a
man in white jacket and black trousers.
mo, sir. I'm the steward"
The invalid shook his head fatntly.
Funny place rye got into. WHAT'S
the name of it?"
This? Oh. The Santa Cruz"
"Never heard of it. Why didn't they
give me good room? This is fierce"
suit A is considered very good, sir.
1t is one of the best ON the line"
"Line?" Kirk grunted. $50 this Is
some dead line dump. Well. I'm going
to get out-understand? Hand me my
trousers and I'll slip you quarter"
The steward did as desired but
blind search showed the pockets to be
empty.
Give me the coat and vest" But
here again Kirk found nothing and
was forced to apologize. I'm getting
sicker every minute"
Perhaps you had better have the
doctor?"
''ls there good one handyY
Eyes. sir"
"Here in the hotel"
This is ship"
"A-what? Anthony raised himself
and stared at the white clad figure over
the foot of his little brass bed
This is ship. sir"
"You get out of herer yelled the In
furiated young man. The steward re-
treated hastily to the door.
II beg pardon, sir will send the
doctor at once"
Must think I'm still drunk" num-
Dled Anthony dazedly as he once more :
aid his head upon his pillow with 1
yroan.
When his dizziness had diminished
sufficiently to permit him to open his !
Eyes he scanned his surroundings more
'arefully. There were unfamiliar feat. J
Tres about this place. While 1t was I
quite unlike an ordinary hotel room. J
neither did 1t resemble any steamship I
tateroom he had ever seen; 1t was !
nora lika lodvSc houlo;o y