The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1918-08-03

this a wire ran out of the :. !. and
| disappeared
| "'Hain't heard a click since I seen you."
| said MIR, Bunker. Here's a telegraf 1
got from Cousin James. He says o.
K'"
| The telegram was genuine enough. Mr..
Bunker had wired Cousin James: What
was that brand OF flour Ma used to get
from you when you were in the feed
busincss?" Cousin James had wired the
name of the flour. which was 20. K"
Did you speak to Won Goltz?" asked
He knows everything he ought to
i know now. reckon" said Mr.. Bunker
Again Mr.. Prellick rubbed his hands
\ with satisfaction.
| Dear old Ma Bunker, having completed
her toilet. turned and beamed on Mr..
I Prellick and her husband.
Mas Eoin' to help u.s. explained Pa
Bunker to MIR. Prellick You'd better
| go and get your breakfast, Ma, and then
do what told you
TN do the best can. but-land knowsi
Il amt no hand at such things" Mrs
| Bunker said.
"A dear old lady," said Mr.. Prellick
when Mr.. Bunker had shut the door.
For answer Mr.. Bunker opened the door
| again and looked out He beckoned to
MI Prellick, and the two men hurried
up the stairs that led to the roof. Mr..
Bunker opened the roof door and stepped
II "There!" exclaimed Mr.. Bunker.
| There's his wireless"
! THE ingenuity of these spies." ex-
claimed Mr.. Prellick with admiration:
and well he might. for the wireless OF
| Mr.. Won Goltz as pointed out by Mr..
bunker, was the array of wire clothes
lines that crossed and recrossed the roof.
Clever spy, to think Of using the clothes
lines! 1t was all 1t should be. The
two men tiptoed down the stairs.
About ten o'clock Mr.. Prellick and Mr..
| Bunker were in Mr.. Bunker's bedroom
waiting patiently. Two thousand dollars
in currency lay on the small table be-
side the wireless receiver. The two men
had Just competed the formulation of a
telegram which read:
James Bunker. Colfax. Iowa:
Am wiring you two thousand dollars
as per my previous message.
(Signed JABEZ BUNKER
1t was not unnatural that Mr. Prellick
should imagine this telegram referred to
the night message Mr.. Bunker was sup
posed to have sent his cousin. As a
matter OF fact. 1t referred to another
message Mr.. Bunker had sent which said
simply:
I'm going to send you some money;
keep 1t for me.
At 10 o'clock. dear old Grandma Bunker
climbed the stairs and. painting little.
entered the hall bedroom that adjoined
the room where her husband and Mr..
Prellick were so patiently waiting. She
seated herself in the one chair the small
room held and put her finger on the but
tonlike key of a small wireless sending
apparatus that stood on the window-silL
Law sakes," she said nnutely to her
self. II do hope I don't make no bad
mistake. Pa oughtn't to trust me with
no such job when he's trying to bunk a
smart man like Mr.. Prefix. Carefully ana
slowly her lips formed the words:
There was an old woman who lived in a
shoe;
She had SO many children she didn't know
what to do:
She gave them some BROTH without any
| bread.
And whipped them all soundly and sent
them to bed
she pushed down the button-key, and in
the adjoining room the little wireless re-
ceiver spat out the sparks:
|
Mr.. Bunker grasped a pencil and wrote
as the slow sparks spat, and Mr.. Prellck
leaned forward eagerly. One by ono the
words followed Mr.. Bunker's pencil:
Number Zwanzig:
Airotama knus htiw LA draoba yuo
| teahw ia yna ecirp.
tSigned) RIGGLE.
Word by word as Mr.. Bunker wrote
this Mr.. Prellick translated:
Number Twenty:
Amatoria-sunk-wit h-al1-aboard-
buy-wheat-at-any-
(Signed) KIGGLE.
His face became suftused with red.
and his eyes sparkled. Mr.. Bunker
!: picked up the translation Mr.. Prellick
had written and read 1t slowly. With
out a word. but with his big. round
baby face beaming. he handed the two
thousand dollars and the telegram to
Mr.. PreIlick. Mr.. Prellick needed no
words He arose. opened the door.
stepped outside, and hurried to the
nearest telegraph Office and wired the
money to James, Bunker at Colfax.
Iowa
On the way back to Mr. Bunker's
room Mr.. Prel1ick bought an extra and
twas delighted that no news of the
Amatoria was even limited.
Well" he exclaimed gleefully when
he entered Mr. Bunker's room. we've
got the option. Now all we have to
do is to wait till that spy comes
Iand|
As IL the sound of Mr.. PreIlick's
voice were signal. Mrs Bunker tuck
ed her crochet work into her workbag
and hitched her chair toward the win
dow-sill. She placed her finger on the
button key again. and If her lips re-
pcated the words of Mary Had Lit
tie Lamb tverse ID. she pressed ooWn
once the key for each syllable.
Mary had a little lamb
Its fleece was white as snow.
Again Mr.. Bunker Erasped his pencil,
and again Mr. Prellick leaned forward.
1.-The receiver spat sparks. The pencil
moved
| Number Twenty:
Amatoria not sunk. Captain Eending
NEWS was intoxicated. Subma rine war
fare discontinued. Buy wheat Your
seryices no longer needed Deny all