Iron County news. [volume] (Hurley, Wis.) 1913-1950, 1918-08-24

Is In the employ of the telephone COM
pany' If not shall be forced to ask
all OF you who cannot prove who you
are to accompany me-"
There was no answer. No one OF us
was anxious to turn informer.
Il have a description of Horace
Binns," said the officer, although at
present he is travelling under the name
OF Kent Height five feet four inches;
slender. dark hair and eyes
Excuse me-" interrup ted Bonn.
What are you going to 90 with the
smuggler when you get himT'
We shall have to take him to De
troit and thence to the federal prison
at Leavenworth, Kan"
"Nill you give him a square meal?'
BOpp asked anxiously.
why, yes" smiled the officer I'VE
have a good cook ON board, and we
would not starve a prisoner"
"All right" Bopp sighed. do l fit
the descriptions
The officer laughed. y knew you all
the time, Binns. Step lively. Get
aboard, and wen have you safe in jail
in no time"
With wink to the rest Of US. Bopp
climbed into the boat with a demeanor
that otherwise would have been a cred
it to Sydney Carton.
When the boat was being rowed
away he waved farewell.
Don't worry" he treasured us. 81
won't be in Jail long"
I'VE won't worry" 1 answered for
all. Stay as long as you like"
After the tug had gone Clair stood
looking disconsolately after it,
You don't seem overioyed at being
set free, l said to him in a low voice,
so that the others could not hear.
Didn't tell you wanted to be ar
rested so that Miss Dunmore would
break our engagement? jail Is better
than marriage any time. They shorten
Jail sentences for good behavior" He
shook his fist at the departing tug.
They were just ready to have break
| fast on board too"
| A confusion Of inarticulate sounds
advised me that Miss Dunmore was
removing the gag from her hastily
adopted mothers mouth.
"Who are your" Mrs. Green demand
ed as soon as she could speak.
where's Lucille? What is the next
thing have to do, loop the loop or be
| electrOcutedY
I'm a castaway, wrecked on your
| island" Vida explained. "YOur daugh-
ter is all right"
"Where is she?" Mrs. Green fred
! the question at me as If / were In
some way responsible.
why | started to explain, but
realized suddenly that Mrs Green
might not take kindly to the idea of
her daughters present costume, so /
stopped.
"She's over there" Captain Perkins
waved in the general direction of the
thicket where we had last heard Lu-
cile.
"Dead?" Mrs. Green murmured. lean
ing for support on my arm.
mo, no." interpOsed Vida, who
should have done the explaining in the
/ first place. "She is just taking a nap
! She has had such a terribly exhausting
experience the last forty eight hours
/ that we were all thankful when she
dozed of little while ago. Poor thing.
/ the rest will do her a world of good"
whats she sleeping over there for"
| pointing at the bushes why isn't
/ she in her own bed in the house?'
"Oh. the house." Vida repeated
blankly. Didn't any one tell you?
There isn't any house"
"No house? Why not3"
! "Your house, madam" said Captain
Perkins, "has been consumed by the
devouring element" He quoted u tire
insurance advertisement from memory.
"Wen, WELL" Mrs, Green repeated in
a daze. "Well, we'll"
Upton s. Clair plucked me by the
sleeve to attract my attention and
whispered in my ear, where are my
pants?"
why" 1 replied, ~ sent them over
to Huntingdon's island, DIS l promised
l would"
"Are they there now"
Eyes. Bill left them in the kitchen
for you"
"Then 1 suppose III have to wear
this"
81 should think that it would be i'm
modest if you didn't"
He walked away.
Take me to my daughter" Mrs
Green said, with a sigh. let me see
that there is something left of my life
as it was before the earthquake"
"You can see her if you WISH said
Vida calmly. but l assure you she is
all right. and you will only disturb her
from a sleep which she needs very,
very much"
Vida is an admirable liar. Mrs.
Green actually believed her and ceased
TO worry about Lucille. Mrs. Green is
one OF those PLACID ladies who let 9th
er people bully them and mold their
very thoughts. Lucille had always
made her mother think just whatever
she told her to, and Vida was APP
| pareptly able to do the trick also.
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