Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1915-01-13
By NINA WILCOX PUTNAM
(conyr;.ht by bobbe-Nerrill Coz

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! might try the back room at Murphy
or Spikey Joe's place"
| Good" said Pedro promptly, hus
thing them out before Pell could reach
them. This escape did not, however
prevent the morning papers from bear
ing an account OF how Signor E. G
Pedro, the noted Spanish painter, wen,
Summing in Disguise -.
= 1t was to the little unnamed wine
cellar known as "Spikey Joe's" thai
the rescue party went next. Here the
very scum of the docks was gathered
and the women were OF a kind one
never sees by daylight. There were
thieves and pickpockets, dancing ane
amusing themselves just as though
they were human; and sickly-facec
young men whose profession is I'M
namable; terrible group OF weary
young people, calloused, yet sensation
hungry. The three companions had
| scarcely entered before it became evil
| dent that here at least was a place
in which Hill had been, for girl with
flaming cheeks and an unbelievable
couture turned and pointed to the bear
with a scream.
| There's Teddy" she called out
"a cute little Teddy-bear, just like the
other guy had. .9, H., =. :#s.i5
Dancing a bear must be a ;-- ~ Of
a swell jbusiness!" she remarked
you've, got the coin. amt you, sweet
heart ?" and she stretched out hel
hand to touch hie face. : ;lSI9 2-g{5
Pedro had. her glass refilled. rs 4
TELL 'us about the other bear-fel
low" he suggested. I'D like to know
who my rival is A. ..a F u ~. J..
'"'sure, Cutie, I'll tell you," she
smiled. But all she had to say was
that a nice. fresh Teller presumably
HilD had been there three days ago
had made his bear perform, got nc
money for 1t, and had gone away
peaceably. When 1t was clear thai
neither she nor anyone else there
could give him any further informa
ton, Pedro arose and signaled the 9th
ers to do likewise. .5 h, .s.S /, ,.t.-. !
Now it happened that they soor
came upon a portion OF the one-sided
street where the walk had been torn
up, and perforce they had to cross the
cobblestones beside the water. Here
we're some covered piers, and beside
one of them Pedro stopped the trio
that he might light q cigarette. Beau
Jean followed suit. and Lovejoy, say
ing that he had promised Lola not t.
smoke, shook his head, and stood look
! ing up at the eemicircular sign above
the dock entrance. ~. r
Venezuela Fruit Steamship Com
pany." ~. ~ LII. 81 E*@ -
He spelled it aloud slowly.
A strange expression crept over Pc
dro's face as he listened.
Let us look at the boat that goei
to that glorious country!" he said i'm
pulsively. And they began MOVING
toward the ill-lit entrance The gate
were open. and in the dim light som
men were working about the hold. Al
they approached they saw that a small
corrugated iron house, story and ,
half in height, was damned up agains
the dock; the jwatchman's dwelling
perhaps, or the company's Offices. u
! What the devil do you want to q
nosing around here for 2" .complaine,
Lovejoy. THE cold is somethinl
4 fierce! 81 ~ 4. .a 45%4s -5lls@ Fl
4. Just moment" pleaded Pedro. e: e
love that country so-Venezuela!"
!; whats he up to?" Lovejoy wills
!. pered to the giant. But before Beau
Jean could reply a lot Of things begal
to happen. 52x,5'1s..I 81 y f
In the absorption Of the moment Pc
dro had slackened his hold upon MI
Jones' chain, and the bear, giving
! sudden tug, found himself free, an,
bounded of toward the little corru
gated iron house, some twenty fee
away, and at once began SCRATCHING
frantically upon the. door that opene'
upon its porch. Instantly the thre
men ran after him. 4 10y,
"Come here, you bear!" yelled Love
joy. Il .5s,-.$ Eqr.*>} 3D.,
i Don't! Let him alone!" cried Pc
dro. What on earth could the crea
lures action mean? Then knowledg
came to him in flash, and running Il
the door at which Mr.. Jones was nov
shifting and giving little growls Of Joy
he put his ear to the panel. Holding
up a hand which warned the others t,
silence, he spoke in a distinct bu
quiet voice.
Are you there, Sam Hill?"
| After a breathless pause, as II o
unbelief on the part of the occupan
Of the room beyond, came the answer
Eyes; who are your"
Il Pedro" was the reply. Are 20,
prisoner"
"Yes!" said the voice of Hill. "Goot
heavens! how did you come to find
The rest of the sentence was lost IL
a shout for help from Lovejoy; there
was sudden sound Of scuf1ing, ant
Pedro. turning to his aid. was met By
a blow on the head from burly fist