New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1915-03-31

.Didn't tell You before to hike!'
husked the warm steam Of breath.
"Get of the dock"
'"The beautiful little motorboat" in
terrupted Henri. with ingradating en-
thusiasm. my friend NJ. F1ambeau.
would it not be possible
"Nope."
"voilap' Henri was quite cheerful.
Il shall return again. my friend
Frappe."
Henri was just starting his car and
the short, thick figure had just skunk
out of the shadows to hop on behind
when the overcoat and cap sat on the
edge of the dock, with their feet dan
Cling toward the water.
"Ah" breathed Henri to the stiff fig-
ure beside him. ''At last it arrives!
We shall waltz
lis there any left?" husked voice.
Pardon" abjectly apologized Henri.
"a thousand pardons. Mile. MarieT'
And he produced fresh bottle
The thick, short figure Sinking back
into the shadows wiped its lips with
its tongue and shivered.
Dawn-slowly the chill, gray mist
which lay, upon the river began to
clear.
VOLTA" cracked the voice of Henri,
but the tone was cheerful still. HE
sleeps!''
1t was true. The overcoat and cap,
after bobbing and swaying dangerous
ly over the waters edge for hour after
hour, had at last stretched out on the
dock for the slumber due to a night
Waterman who was thoroughly at ease
and thoroughly warm.
Henri and Marie, with all the mental
effect of stealthiness, sprang. into the
swift looking little motorboat.
short, thick figure came painfully
waddling out on the dock and shook
the OvercOat. The cap wabbIed
"Hey!" This was from the short,
thick figure. but the aperture through
which the sound came was so stiff
that the result was only wheeze.
A snore came from the overcoat.
''Hey!' A punch. a kick. but stiff
kick which had no force.
''Ugh!" The grunt was from the
night Waterman.
"Well, you with the distillery breath.
tried to tell u-all night, didn't I?
Oh, get alive! This is Bill Wolf, the
private detective, talking to you
"Ugh!" The cap moved, but the
overcoat was still asleep.
"They stole the Flash. say. they
1.-The Flash!' The overcoat straight
ened. It rose. The cap stiffened it's
angle. The combination scrambled to
its feet.
'They stole the Flashv'
"Stole it! Who?"
''Oh, whO?" The tone was one of
infinite contempt. "Why. the little
pink whtskered guy and the bony
dame! Stole it! And now where did
they go?''
1.-THE yacht-what's her name?" The
overcoat and cap were still hazy. The
cap turned gropingly toward the
hamper, on the adjoining dock. where
the name stood out in blunt white let
tiers, "Hilarity" '"The"-
"The Hilarityv Bill Wolf stopped
with his hands on his knees to stare at
that information which had been in
plain sight all night. me for tele-
phone. Gee, look at that boat go!'
Upon the swelling waves rode the
Hilarity, and all on board of her, save
the officers Of the night and one other,
were sound asleep.
That one was June Warner She had
noiselessly dressed herself in yacht
ing costume, and now she slowly re-
moved bar which held the sliding of
a secret panel she had discovered in
the wall of her cabin. Then she shov-
ed 1t to one side until the opening was
large enough to admit her 1.-THE, slen-
der figure. She found herself in
stateroom family illumined by the
glowing Of the dawn. and in that room.
on chair and still wearing the even
ing raiment of the night before. sat.
his head bent upon his shoulder. Grin
Cunningham.
With a shudder of aversion June
sped to the door of Cunningham's cab
III anu opeueu IL. oHe pdSSeu InAou6"
the salon. There on the bench stretch
ed Tommy Thomas, one tapering arm
bent over her head and her dainty
slippers crossed in slumbrous ease.
Swiftly. silently, June gained the
deck. Creeping close to the cabins.
she rounded the stern. The Hilarity
had dropped anchor. and the landing