The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1914-01-31
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it. OF course. I'll see that you have
a fair trial.
The commandment spoke up with in
gratiating politeness. THE prisoner
say he is reech mans son"
Weeks snorted Indignantly. He
gave you that fairy tale. eh: He said
his name was Anthony. and his father
was a railroad president. didn't he:
Well. he imposed on me. too. but his
name is Iorke. and. AZ near as | can
learn. he practically stow d away on
the Santa cruz.
"Ah-h." The officers eyes widened
as he turned them upon his prisoner.
He * then wat you call tramp"
"All know is ne stuck me for a lot
fair treatment. | suppose. because he's
an American. but that ends my duty"
lis this the best you'Ii do for meT'
Kirk inquired. as Weeks made ready
TO 20.
yes"
Twill you cable my father?"
AT - cents word: Hardly" The
speaker mopped his face. exclaiming.
"There's no use of talking. I've got to
get out in the air. It's too hot in here
for me-
Half an hour later the commando Mt
returned to the cell. and this time he
brought with him Ii number OF his lit
tie policemen. each armed with club.
Feeling some menace in their com
ing. Kirk. who had seated himself de-
jectedly. arose to ask, whats coming
OFF,
Alfarez merely issued some direc-
tons in Spanish. and chain handouts
were once more snapped upon the
prisoners wrists.
$50. you're going to hold my trial.
eh?' cried Kirk.
But the other snarled. "Senor Locke
you ave force the water of the 'ose
wagon upon my body for making the
people laugh. Bueno. Now l shall
laugh He seated himself. then nod
ded at his men to begin.
Mrs. Cortlandt answered her tele.
with some fmpatience. Tel the man
! can't see him"
"But he refuses to leave-says he
must see you at once; it's important"
came the voice of the clerk
"Oh. very we'll. I'll come down."
She hung up the receiver with snap.
In the hotel lobby she was directed to-
oxI
young black on the rear porch. who at
sight of her began to tumble his hat
and run his words together so excited
~ that she was forced to calm him.
Now. now: | can't understand a
word. Who are you?''
III Allan. mistress
You say some one is ILL.,"
"Oh. yes. he is very hill hindeed. mis-
tress-hall covered with blood and his
poor 'ands hall cut
who is it?''
'Mr. h'Auntony"-
"Anthony."' Mrs. Cortlandt started.
What has happened: Quick"
Had she been less acquainted with
the Caribbean dialects she would have
missed much of Alan's story. Rapid
~ she gathered the facts of the case.
while her cheeks whitened and her
eyes grew dark with Indignation.
How did you get here" she asked.
with my feet. mistress. Sometimes
rode | on the train but the train peo-
pie are very common; they haddreSsed
me rudely and threw me by the way,
side
Couldn't you telephone:"
Il do not understand 'ow."
why didn't he notify me at once:
If had only known
Those 'eartleSs Spiggoties would not
hallow it. oh. you will haSSiSt the
poor mon. Say it. Praise be to God
he is bleeding in the prison.
Yes. yes. certainly.
God bless you. good mistress. He
told me to find you and present his re
citaI.''
Here. take this money and go back
to Colon by the first train. We may
need YOU Now go. I'll be there ahead
of YOU.
She ran up the hotel stairs as il
pursued. DIESlIle III UPON hSl nus
band impetuouSly:
Young Anthony is in Jail in Colon
she painted. He's been 10 ked up fol
three days. and they won't let him
out
The devil. You said he'd gone back
to New York. What is it about:
Il thought he had. They arrested
-
hurt" She hurriedIy recounted Allan:
story. adding. in conclusion. That
| black boy came all the way across til,
| iSthmuS to tell u.s.
iii get the American consul by
| phone
Rut Mrs CortIaudt infprruDfal