The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1915-11-24

her skirt dusty with the dirt OF the
road, was lying full length upon the
lounge. Her eyes were closed. Neal
was standing at her head, placing a
wet cloth upon her forehead. Annette
removed her shoe. .5.--s,s
"Ah. the pain-the pain" groaned
the sufferer.
"Why, there's no swelling" said An
nette.
The girl on the lounge opened her
eyes. at is always that way" she re-
piled; that is not the first time. 1t
Is the injury to what you call the-the
synovial membrane-the covering OF
the bones. 1t has happened twice be-
fore"
The girl sIgnaled for her leather
handbag which was on the table. Neal
fetched it for her, and she took from
it a card. She handed it to Annette
Annette passed 1t to Mrs. Hardin. This
Is what it said.
Miss irene courtier,
Nassau,
The Bahama Isles.
I'll must send a telegram" she
added, shutting her bag and handing it
back to Neil.
The girl dictated and Neal wrote as
follows:
Napoleon courtier, Esq, Hotel Der
muda, Nes; York City:
sprained ny ankle. Don't worry.
Have founa frisnds In Seaport.
IRENE.
Over in the Hotel Bermuda in New:
York sat Mr.. Napoleon Courtier-a
foreign.looking gentleman Of distin'
guished appearance. He was strik.
ing.looking figure and had many pe'.
culiarities and eccentricities of man,
uer The most striking thing about
him, however, was q livid saber cut
across his cheek-a deep. deep cut.
q bad scar. It is probable, however,
that Mr.. Courtier attracted no more
attention than his companions did
one of them a fat little Mexican OF
most yillainous appearance; the other
a huge giant clad in ill.fitting ts,thes,
who followed Mr.. Courtier about IKE
a dog-a faithful dog.
Mr.. Napoleon Courtier sat within
his room. He was not alone. With
him were the Mexican and the giant.
with him also was another 1ersonage,
Ill favored, low bfowed. trea;. aerous.
This latter individual was q New
York crook.
A telegraph boy entered with a tele'
gram. Courtier signed for 1t with q
gold pencil, gave the boy a quarter for
a tip and opened the telegram.
"Ponto," exclaimed Mr.. Napoleon
Courtier, for the moment totally ignor-
ing tha presence Of the ',rook;s "look,
friend Ponto. Read" N
And Ponto read. 1t IS the tele'
gram Of Miss Irene Couttier.
"At last-and after thirteen years"
he said.
The crook once more seated himself
and MIR. Courier followed suit. He
seized q piece Of paper and wrote
rapidly. He pushed tho piece OF paper
toward the crook.
Read that" he commanded; 1T Is
intended for your principal"
The crook read:
Have 200 pounds best gum opium.
VIII land same tonight at Seaport, N.
J. Be ready to receive II. Signal with
flash flare.
The crook nodded. Fright. b." he
commented.
Half an hour later. on his way up
Second avenue, New York. the crook
was boisterously hailed by q crowd OF
boon companions. These boon com.
panions we're lounging In the doorway
of the "Side Pocket"
Come on, Shorty" cried one OF
them, catching the crook by the arm,
I'm just blowing. Come on In and
have some steam"
A few minutes after they entered
the place, One-Eyed Mulvaney and his
gang entered the saloon. Followed
fight and raid by the police. When
it was over Shorty lay in corner yith
his skull cracked.
Something white protruded from the
crooks coat pocket. The sergeant
drew it out. 1t was note. 1t read.
like this:
Have 200 pounds best gum opium.
Will land same tonight at Seaport, N.
J. Be ready to receive It. Signal
with flash tlTe.
The sergeant read 1t twice. Then
he signaled to one of his men.