, 1915-02-11

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McWhirter, from his notes. appears
to have been carried away at times
by excitement, and either jotteG down
rows of unintelliglble words or wait
ed until evening and made up his notes,
like a woman's expense account. from
a memory never noticeable for accu
racy.
At dawn. the morning after we an
chored. Charlie Jones reused me. grin
ming.
Friend of yours over the rail. Les
lie." he said. Wants to take you
ashore"
| knew no one In Philadelphia ex
cept the chap who had taken me
yachting once. and ! felt pretty Ger
tain that he would not associate Les
lie the football player with Leslie the
sailor on the Ella. | went reluctant
ly to the rail and looked down. Be
low me, just visible in the river mist
Of the early morning, was a small
boat. from which two men were look
ing up One was McWhirteri
Hello. old top" hi cried. ''or is it
you behind that beardT"
ITS 1. all right, Mac" | said. some
what huskily. What with seeing him
again. his kindly face behind its
glasses. the cheerful faith in me which
was his contribution to our friend
ship-even the way he shook his own
hand In default of mine-my throat
frightened. Here. after all. was home
and a friend.
He looked up at the rail and mo
toned to q rope that hung there.
Get your stuff and come with US for
breakfast ne said. You look as II
you hadn't eaten since you left"
I'm afraid / can't, Mac"
They're moi going to hold you. are
they?"
"For a day or so. yes"
Macs reply to this vas a violent
resume of the ancestry and present
lost condition of the Philadelphia pc
lice, ending with a request that !
jump owe and let them go to the
place he had just designated as their
abiding place In eternity. On an 9th
Ger lounging to the rail and looking
down. however, he subsidized into a low
muttering.
The story of how McWhirter hap
pened to be floating on the bosom of
the Delaware river before 8 O'Clock In
the morning was n long one. 1t was
months before ! got it in full. Briefly.
going home from the theater In New
York the night before. he had bought
an extra" which had contained a
brief account of the Elias return. He
seemed to have gone into a frenzy of
excitement at once. He borrowed a
small car II assembled In 1t in wild
confusion one suit OF clothes for me
his OWL and much too small, one by.
podermtc case, an armful of newspa-
pers with red scare heads, a bottle of
brandy, a bottle of digitalis, one Do
lice card and one excited young law.
yer of the same vintage in law that
Mac and ] were in medicine. At the
last moment. fearful that the police
might not know who | was, he had
flung in a scrap book IN which be had
pasted-with a glue that was to make
his fortune records OF my exploits on
the football field.
A dozen miles from PHILADELPHIA the
little machine had turned over on a
curve. knocking all the law and most
OF the enthusiasm out Of Walters. the
legal gentleman. and smashing the
brandy bottle. McWhirter had picked
himself up. kicked viciously at the car
and, gathering up his impedimenta,
had made the rest Of the journey by
foot aud street car
His wrath at finding me a prisoner
was u~nbounded His scorn at Wal.
tiers. the attorney, for not confound
the police with law enough to free
me was furious and contemptuous
picked up the oars in sullen 81
ence and, leaning on them. called n
loud and defiant farewell for the bene- |
Of Of the officer.