The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1915-10-28
CHAPTER XIV.

CHAPTER XIV.
In Which 10 . Pretty Kettle Of Fish.
n n ISIS HELENA EMORY had her
NJ artichoke for luncheon. and.
Judging from my own. my boy
- John never had prepared bet
ter, good as he was with artichokes.
but we ate apart, the ladies not com.
ing to our table. 1t was late after.
noon before l saw Helena again, once
more come on deck. did not accost
her. longed for nothing so much as
that night or Peterson would come.
He did come at last, late in the aft
ernoon, on an outbound train. and be
hurried aboa:d as rapidly as he might
The first thing be did was to hand
me copy Of an afternoon paper.
opened it eagerly enough. already we'll
assured Of what news it might carry.
On the front page under large
black head was dispatch from Baton
Rouge relaying other dispatches re.
ceived at that point, from many points
between Plaquimine and Bayou Sara.
These, in short, told the story of the
most high handed attempt at river
piracy known in recent years. The
private yacht Of Calvin Davidson. a
wealthy northern business man on his
way south for the winter, had been
seized by band Of masked ruffians,
who boarded her while the yachts
owner was temporarily absent on I'm
portant business in the city Of Natchez.
Peterson" said after digesting
this interesting Information. "have one
or two of the boys go overheard in
sings and seem to be painting her
sides. That will give the look that we
are safe to lie here some time. which
is the last thing the Belle Helene real.
~ would do or will do. They think
we've run past the city already, and
they'll be watching at quarantine and
along the Lake Borgne canal. Most
Of the yachts go out that way. headed
for Florida. Wen go the other way.
It's an adventure. Peterson, and one
which any viking, like yourself. ought
to relish. .t FL.
"Frankly, Peterson-and because you
have been long in my employ-In tell
you something. intend to marry that
young lady if she's not already married
to Mr.. Davidson"
Lord. Mr.. Harry, she amt, at least
not since she come aboard the boat"
"In that case," said |. dra wing long
breath, this is not such bad world
after ALL"
At last the night fell full. and gladly
enough | gave the order for the con
tinuance of our journey. We slipped
downstream gently and silently and
finally shipped our supplies.
Jean Latitte proved unable to re-
strain his curiosity. watching the river.
and his habit of close observation was
OF benefit in an unexpected way.
He pointed in the dim light to low
lying. battered power boat moored IN
the same slip with us. Something in
her look seemed familiar.
hastily stepped on the wharf and
got a closer look in the wavertne
beams of an arc light at the name on
the boats bows. There in tndistinc>
and shaky but unmistakable charac
tiers was the title painted by my young
ruf1ans weeks earlier-Sea Rover!
Jean Lafitte," whispered. lyon are
right. and now indeed we must have q
care. Yon varlet has beaten us into
New Orleans"
Helena appeared on deck.
IF you took me by New Orleans
without supper at Luigi's should hatt
you even more" she said.
"Jean-Jean Latitte!" called out II
low tone Of voice.
AYE. aye. sirv' he saluted-
II am going uptown with the captive
maiden Do you stand here on watch
We shall be gone about three hours"
"Hully gee!' calculated Jean LATTE
But at once he saluted again. "Ii
: we'll. Black Bart" said he.
'"Tell Captain Peterson to let no on
come on board this boat under an,
pretense, nor must any one leave 1t u1
} til get back. II any one asks for N
. say I'm uptown"
; isn't Aunt Lucinda going, too?" DE-
manded Helena.
"She certainly is not!'
us 1t quite correct for me to
alone with your ..
''That is your part of the adventur
Helena" said calmly. An tnsta1
) later l had led her across the ding
2 warehouse dock. over dusty streets,
t crooked street car line over which
could hear approaching one OF the Il
, frequent cars.
e Luigi's place. as all men know,
j. situated upon a small. crooked an
;. very dirty street, yet none the less
! is an abode of contentment for thos
0 who know good living. When Heller
t and entered the door felt as OF
: again at home. Therefore. as away
8 ! had no occasion for surprise VINE
Jean, my waiter these many years
Luigi's, stepped forward as though
had hoon hut Iac< vpoolx and nor G0r(