The Morgan City daily review. (Morgan City, La.) 1916-1920, 1917-04-23
SECRET SERVICE.

"FOre
The warning came from a distance
and was only to be expected in view
Of the fact that links bordered the
woodland. Donald Parr heard but
paid no heed.
But he started and stopped stock
still when whitish sphere sped like
bullet within six inches of his nose.
For several seconds he remained
stationary, looking keenly about him.
Then, well toward the edge of the
woodland. 1lutterins bit of white
caught his eye and forthwith disap-
peared; and with noncommittal
grunt Parr moved toward it.
Ten yards, and he paused again
this time behind a stable tree.
Immediately ahead a dense thicket
blotted the fair prospect of the links,
and behind this. his back to Parr,
skulked an understood person clothed
in those amazingly ugly garments
which the motOr-cyclist of today af-
fects. He was busily unknotting a
handkerchief from the end of a stick.
Now and again he peered stealthily
over the top of the thicket.
Beyond, ON the links, four figures
were visible. OF these, three remained
in the background, two being caddies,
the third tall and slender gentleman
in rakish white flannels. The fourth,
man of middle age, neither tall nor
short, but tolerably stout, and COM
monty well If not unsuitably dressed
for the game, appearing sedulOusly to
search for his lost golf ball. boldly
left the links, and without further SUBJ
terfuge rounded the thickets and.
stopped before the motor-cyclist, who
greeted him with salute Of deep re-
spect.
PARIS teeth frightened Oh his briar.
BY this alone did he betray surprise
if surprise it were. This closer view
showed him that golfiSt and cyclist
alike were japanese, the motor-cyclist
Of the commonest caste, the other
Well. it happened that Parr
knew the other both by sight and ill
repute.
He called himself Baron ;Huroki.
He was the only son Of Samurai, a
man of much influence in Toxic, and
Of vast wealth, whose great gifts as
a diplomatist had frequently been
in the course of a long
career as Japanese ambassador to
various European capitals. The off,
spring of marriage with an English
Huroki had inherited all his fathers
together with much of his
his courage, md his morals
or lack thereof.
Acknowledging the obeisance with
The most brusQue Of gestures the
baron silently held out his hand. As
silently the mot0r-cyclist produced
folded slip Of paper, and placed it in
the expectant palm. Baron Huroki
nnfolded and scanned what was writ
ten upon the paper, pocketed 1t,
whipped out notebook, rapidly PEN
.iled one Of its leaves. tore this out
md gave it to the other. Then, after
/ few curt words in japanese, so
pitched that Parr could
make nothing more of them, he strobe
,riskly back to the links.
Delaying only to fold and secrete
he barOn's message in the leather of
lis cap, the motor-cyclist trotted off
through the trees.
After a brief moment of indecision,
oarr left cover and darted after the
Japanese.
The path debOuched into a shallow
,lade, crossing another. At this point
he gods launched at the devoted Jap
lnese their bolt in the shape Of a
splendid sorrel saddle-horse with a
;lim young woman on its back.
They came together squarely. In a
rice the mOtOr-cyclist was bOwled
,ver and stretched out unconscious.
fhe sorrel went to his knees. His
air rider shot on, over his head Parr
:ame up just in time, and without 9TH |
r choice than to receive her in his j
arms
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