The Cook County news-herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Cook County, Minn.) 1909-current, 1915-05-13

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Jennison's mind; :: II knowledge Qfsuch
plan is denied the steamship com.
pany will be responsible if Jennison's
protest IS unheeded. In fact, I don't
see but the company will be RESPONSE
BILE any way" ..: .,.' +
Aristides Stebbins was reveling in
his new found avocation as pick lock
when Marsh and Brill returned to the
latters stateroom. He had affixed g
little wise to his washstand, and the
cheerful shrieking Of his. file was min
gled with snatches of an up country
tune he was singing. Altogether he
was extremely happy, as Brill pointed
out to his friend with smile. i:
:"Well, Jay, how goes it," he asked.
"Gittin' along,"' replied the youth,
ceasing from his labors for a moment
and showing a radiant and contented
moon Of face. Zone more little kink
ter twist an can open this here door
easy as Jack Robinson"
That was rather a high compliment
to himself, for Jack Robinson was not
a mere figure of speech, as the others
thought, but the name of the ex-bur-
glar who had sojourned on the Steb-
bins farm and taught Aristides his lit
tie accomplishments in the line Of
opening doors.
At luncheon a steward placed at
Brilrs plate, in the interval between
soup and fish, an envelope, the hand
writing on which nearly caused the
young man to cry out in sheer delight.
Inside was a brief note asking Dear
Mr.. Overton"-he rolled that trio of
words over and over in his mind for a
full minute-if he would be so kind as
to come to the Jennison staterooms
after luncheon to see the father on: a
matter Of much interest to him. The
request was not hers, but the note was!
After very brief season Of smoke
with Marsh, Brill excused himself and
fastened to keep his appointment.
His knock was answered by. Marion
Jennison herself, who put her finger
to her lip as she beckoned him in.
"Father is asleep" she explained
softly. Il don't wish to wake him
sooner than necessary. He took the
liberty of sending to ask your help in
reading a cipher telegram he expects
shortly. I don't know what about
some bothersome business
He nodded alphabetically, under
standing at once that Jennison had not
made his daughter a partner Of his
fears.
1T seems he sent cipher message
this morning." continued she, ''and had
All awful time writing it. I offered to
help him, but he said it was a mans
work and that you understood cipher
writing perfectly"
Unhappy Brill! He saw that he had
sailed into this delightful harbor un-
der false colors. The skill and clever
ness of his stout companion of the voy-
age had all been attributed to him by
the tickle memory of Andrew Jennison.
He bitterly regretted his inattention
at the TIME Marsh was expounding. this
special branch of cryptographic art.
He could not even remember what
style of cipher Mr.. Jennison used, ex-
cept that it had something to do with
the date on the coin.
! But not yet was his lack of knowl-
edge to be unmasked, for Andrew Jen-
nison still slept. Their talk verged to
other things. Marie, the maid, was in
visible, and they two were aloneln the
parlor of the little suit of de luxe cab
ms. The close embrace Of the tiny
apartment. the femininity so frankly
set forth by the lovely girl all moved
on Brills soul with species of intox-
ication. He was like bee drunk with
! the sweetness Of honey.
! Yet, he recalled afterward, he spoke
like very sane and sober individual
on many subjects that arose. He even
told this western girl of the glories of
New York fife without identifying him.
self as a part of it. Once by q queer