New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1915-12-08


aground III the storm. and ali W. want
now Is 10 send out little mail by you
to Morgan City, or wherever you 60
and to pass the time Of day with You
as friends should. What's wrong? Do
you think us government revenue
boat and are you smuggling stuff from
Cuba through the light here?''
1--WE no make hany smug,." replied
the keeper but we know you. who
you been!'
CHAPTER XXI.
In Which Find Two Estimable
Friends. Ii
IN E smote now upon an open
IH newspaper. whose wrapper still
Hill lay on the floor. glanced, and
u this time ! saw half page cut
Of the Belle Helene herself, together
with portraits Of myself, Mrs. Daniver.
Miss Emory and two wholly imaginary
and fearsome boys who very likely
were made up from newspaper por-
traits Of the James brothers. More
over, my hasty glance caught sight Of
line of large letters reading, "Ten
Thousand Dollars Reward!'
Peterson" said calmly, handing
him the paper, "they seem to be after
us and to value us rather high"
He glanced, his eyes eager, but Pc
terson, while professional doubter.
was personally a man of whose loyalty
and whose courage myself had not
the slightest doubt
'Let EN- comet" said he. Were on
our own way and about our own bust
ness and outside the three mile zone.
Let 'em follow us on the high seas If
they like. She's sound as bell, Mr..
Harry, and once we get her locked
and her port shaft straight there's
nothing can touch her on the gulf. Let
'em Gomez >z' 50
But we can't dock here. my good
Peterson
''Well, we can beat EN- with one en-
CINE and one screw. Besides, what
have we done?"
"Hain't you was hrobber, han ron
hof with those sheep?" demanded the
keeper excitedly. ~ y
mo, we are not ship thieves, but
gentlemen, my friend,"e answered.
suddenly catching at his long gun and
setting it behind me: You might let
that go off," explained. At which he
went yellower than ever, a thing I had
thought impossible.
mo, look here" said l. Suppose
we are robbers, pirates, what you like;
and suppose price is put on our heads
"a price which means q jolly nice libel
suit for each paper, printing it, by the
way, or jolly nice apology-none the
less, we are strong band and without
fear either of the law or ofsyou. Here
you are alone, and not a sail is in sight.
We could blow you out of the water,
couldn't we've and these ruf1ans of
our crew." and pointed at the two
low browed pictures Of LATTE and
L'Olonnois.
A shudder was my only answer l
think the two portraits of my young
DULLES did the business
Every well, then" I resumed; 1T is
plain. mess1eurs. that there Is many
slip between the reward and the
pocket, voyez vous? Bien! But
here"-and thrust hand into my
pocket-"is a reward much closer home
and far easier to attain
Their eyes bulged as they saw two
or three thousand dollars in big bills
smoothed out. #
'Ecoutez. messieurs" said l. BE
hold here not enemies, but men of, like
mind. l speak of men who live by
the sea, men of the old home of Jean
Laf1tte, that great merchant, that bold
soldier, who did SO much to save his
country at the battle. Even now he
has thousands of friends and hun.
dreds of relatives in this land. You
yourself, I doubt not, messieurs, are
distant cousins of Jean LATTE? Nest
ce pas?"
They crossed themselves. but muir
INJURED "Baouiv' Est ees the trut'!
How did monsieur know?" asked the
tender.
Il know many things. l know that
any cousin descended from those brave
days loves the sea and it's ways more
than he loves the law. And IL money
has come easy-as this did-what harm
If cousin should take the price of
ratskin or two and carry out letter
or so to the railway and keep a close
mouth about it as we'll? To the good
old days and messieurs, my friendsv'
had seen the neck of a flask in Peter
sons pocket, and now 1 took it forth,
unscrewed the top and passed it, with
two bills of 500 each.
They poured, grinned and handed the
fask-not the bills-back to Peterson
and me- q
''Merci, mes amis!' said l. and /
drink to Jean LATTE and the old
days! Perhaps you may buy a mass
for your Cousins soul 2"
"Ah. non!'' answered the keeper
''Hees soul she's bout of purgatoire
long hago eef she'll goin get bout
Me, l buy me some net for s'rimp.''