The Celina Democrat. (Celina, O. [Ohio]) 1895-1921, 1915-11-12

was standing at her head, placing a
wet cloth upon her forehead. Annette
removed her shoe.
"Ah, the pain-the pain" groaned
the sufferer
why, there's no swelling" said An
nette.
The girl on the lounge opened her
eyes. 1T is always that way" she re-
piled; that is not the first time. It
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
II a card. She handed it to Annette.
Annette passed it to Mrs. Hardin. This
is what It said
Miss Irene courtler,
Nassau,
The Bahama Isles.
IL 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 eer
muda, New York City:
sprained my ankle. Don't worry.
Have found friends 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 a strik-
ing-looking figure and had many pc.
culiarities and eccentricities Of man.
ner. The most striking thing about
him, however, was a livid saber cut
across his cheek-a deep, deep cut
a bad scar. It is probable, however,
that Mr.. Courtier attracted no more
attention than his companions did
one Of them fat little Mexican of
most villainous appearance; the other
a huge giant clad in ill-fitting clothes,
who followed Mr.. Courtier about like
a dog-a faithful dog.
Mr.. Napoleon Courtier sat within
his room. He was not alone. With
him wero the Mexican and the giant.
With him also was another parsonage,
i'll favored. low browed. treacherous.
This latter individual was a New
York crook.
A telegraph boy entered with tele-
gram Courtier signed for 1t with
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 the presence OF the crook, 'look,
friend Ponto Read"
And Ponto read. 1t was the tele.
gram of Miss Irene Courtier.
"At last-and after thirteen years"
he said.
The crook once more seated himself
and Mr.. Courtier followed suit. He
seized a piece of paper and wrote
rapidly. He pushed the piece Of paper
toward the crook.
'Read that" he commanded; ut is
intended for your principal
The crook read:
Have 200 pounds best gum opium.
Will land same tonight at Seaport, N.
J. Be ready to receive it. Signal with
flash flare.
The crook nodded. "Right, bo." he
commented,
Half an hour later, on his way up
Second avenue, New York, the crook
was boisterously hailed by crowd Of
boon companions. These boon com
panions were lounging in the doorway
of the side Pocket"
Come on, Shorty" cried one OF
them, catching the crook by the arm,
Pm 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 a
fight and raid by the police. When
it was over Shorty lay in a corner with
his skull cracked.
Something white protruded from the
crooks coat pocket The sergeant
drew it out. 1t was a note. 1t read
like this:
Have 200 pounds best gum opium.
win land same tonight at Seaport, N.
]. Be ready to receive It. Signal
with flash flare.
The sergeant read it twice. Then
be signaled to one of his men,