The Oakley herald. [volume] (Oakley, Idaho) 1908-1961, 1916-03-17

lounge. Her eyes were closed. Neal
was standing at her head, placing
wet cloth upon her forehead. Annette
removed her shoe. .
"Ah, the pain-the pain" groaned
the sufferer.
why, there's no swelling" said An
nette.
The girl on the lounge opened her
eyes. 1T is always that way" she re-
piled; that is not the first time. 1t
Is the injury to what you call the-the
synovial membrane-the covering of
the bones. 1t has happened twice be-
fore"
The girl signaled for her leather
handbag which was on the table. Neal
fetched 1t for her, and she took from
1t 4 card. She handed 1t to Annette.
Annette passed 1t to Mrs. Hardin. This
Ii what 1t said.
Miss Irene Courtier,
Nassau,
The Bahama Isles.
IL must send a telegram she
added, shutting her bag and handing 1t
back to Neil.
The girl dictated and Neal wrote as
follows:
Napoleon courtIer, Esq, Hotel Ber
muda, New York City:
Sprained my ankle. Don't worry.
Have found friends In Seaport.
IRENE.
Over in the Hotel Bermuda In New
York sat Mr.. Napoleon Courtier-a
foreign-looking gentleman of distin-
guished appearance. He was 4 strik-
ing-looking figure and had many pc
culiarities and eccentricities Of man.
ner. The most striking thing about
him, however, was livid saber cut
across his cheek-a deep, deep cut
bad scar 1t is probable, however,
that Mr. Courtier attracted no more
attention than his companions did
one Of them fat little Mexican of
most villainous appearance; the other
a huge giant clad in ill-ftti2g clothes,
dog-a faithful dog.
Mr.. Napoleon Courtier sat within
his room. He was not alone. With
him were the Mexican and the giant.
With him also was another parsonage,
i'll favored, low browed, treacherous.
This latter individual was a New
York crook.
A telegraph boy entered with tele-
gram. Courtier signed for it with
gold pencil, gave the boy quarter for
tip and opened the telegram.
"Ponto," exclaimed Mr.. Napoleon
Courtier for the moment totally ignor
ing the presence of the crook; look,
friend Ponto. Read"
And Ponto read. 1t was the tele-
gram of Miss Irene Courtier.
"At last-and after thirteen years."
he said.
The crook once more seated himself
and Mr.. Courtier followed suit. He
seized a piece Of paper and wrote
rapidly. He pushed the piece Of paper
toward the crook.
Read that" he commanded; ut is
intended for your principal"
The crook read:
Have 200 pounds best gum opium.
Will land same tonight at Seaport, N.
J. Be ready to receive It. Signal with
flash flare.
The crook nodded. Fright, bo," he
commented.
Half an hour later, on his way up
Second avenue, New York, the crook
was boisterously hailed by a crowd Of
boon companions. These boon COM
panions were lounging in the doorway
of the side Pocket"
Come on, Shorty" cried one Of
them. catching the crook by the arm,
I'm Just blowing. Come on in and
have some steam"
A few minutes after they entered
the place. One-Eyed Mulvaney and his
gang entered the saloon. Followed a
fight and raid by the police. When
it was over Shorty lay in corner with
his skull cracked.
Something white protruded from the
crooks coat pocket The sergeant
drew it out. 1t was a note. 1t read
like this:
Have 200 pounds best gum opium.
viii land same tonight at Seaport, N.
J. Be ready to receive II. Signal
with flash fare.
The sergeant read It twice. Then
he signaled to one Of his men