The Ekalaka eagle. [volume] (Ekalaka, Mont.) 1909-1920, 1915-01-08
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little room for the fuss it makes"
And it says, too" pursued the youth
after picking up the paper let fall by
his master. lit says that they call her
the Golden Greyhound"
"Speaking Of money" Brill began
b~anteringly. "do you realize, Jay, that
up to date were neither more nor less
than we'll dressed stowaways? Don't
know what Il stowaway is? He's a
chap. like you or me, who's stolen
aboard ship without paying his pas
sag OF course you don't know what
they do with them"
Jay shook his head.
We'll, they'd like to throw them
overheard, but the law forbids, SO they
nut them to work down in the stoke
hole"
"Is that where the engines are"
"Pretty near. l suppose you'd like
that"
II think I should" This was the
nearest approach to enthusiasm Ari-
slides had permitted himself, and Brill
smiled rs he tried to conceive his valet
in front of Il forced draft furnace.
Glow much money have we. jay"
he asked. This was a not uncommon
question, for Aristides was often made
custodian of part of the Brill funds in
hand.
about 50 in small bills and some
change. That cabman"-
Great Scott, man, and l haven't a
IDIIo,.' NVn sfny-o " VIC in earnest
| haven't a watch, ring or anything
with me. This is a pickle. | haven't
so much as a penknife, not a card, Il
letter or even a check book, although
that would be precious little use here
Brill rose and paced the length of
the smokin. room; then he returned to
his chair.
well. I suppose III have to try to
persuade the purser that I'm myself.
But how am | to explain rushing on
board at the eleventh minute without
Il sou: No story, except perhaps the
truth would be believed, and can't
tell ,he TRUTH
Jay nodded in very evident approval
of that decision.
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tween us, and not even Il scarf pin or
Il bit of jewelry that we could What
is it, Jay:'
Stebbins held out a square package
tied with golden cord.
didn't you ask me for the jewelry"
he 1ueried.
The hracelet.' fairly shouted his
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Julia. She'll think l forgot all about
her birthday. Never mind, she'll get
over it, and I'll buy her something
abroad that'll make this look like thirty
cents.
But you've got no money
"Too true, my faithful mentor, but
let me set foot in London, and Over
ton Brill signed on the bottom of
anything will get by in one or two
places that | know. But that don't
help us now. Give me the box, JAY:
| must hunt up Il ~paWnbroker. Did
YOU notice that swarthy chap. with
the broad brimmcd hat, who sat across
from us until Il moment ago? Well,
he's going to lend me $500 on the
~gcwyaw."
.Aristides had not the slightest rea-
SON to doubt it; he believed in Brill
implicitly.
But Brill himself was not entirely
convinced that he had made a correct
prophecy as to the swartly man. He
only reasoned that as the gentleman
talked loudly about his Investments
n,.l ~, n,,fin1 T., 1lron din Tnnn6S
in his shirt front. the chances favored
the financial operation outlined.
III tackle him the m l find
him alonc,' he reflected. II might try
the purspr. but the rules may forbid,
and besides, Id scarcely like the offi-
GERS to know Then. as he noticed
the rueful countenance of his retainer,
whats the matter, jay? You look as
if the spcckled hen had stolen her
nest"
There was matter enough, as pres
entity appeared. Stebbins related how
he had promised to 90 home to Yer
mont for Clristmastide bearing gifts.
There were the children. his brothers
and sisters. the old folks. He limos
broke down at the recital.
"3'Lcer UP. old man." said Brill with
real tenderness. \ Soon a | get
some cash I'll send a wireless to DIAL
ton and ask him To forward your peo-
pie IL fat check and explain your alb,
scnce.'
That was kind. Stchbins knew, but
his gloom WAS not Yet llGllteneu. Alter
some urging he explained that he hah
Il list of the things his family wanted
and pictured their disappointment at
not getting them.
Give me the list cried Brill cheer.
ily. well Wire that
II haven't got it: | left it on tbs
writing table in my room
"l;rtter still. III have Dalton hunt
if uu and send the stuff. And see here
,!ny"-tiIiing grief still fingered in the
rosy fuce-"ld s",.d you by wireless
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