Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1921-10-14
chaps, with no end Of revolvers ana

chaps WlCn no GnQ OF f6VOlVcrS ana
things. Mr.. Shaw-s sitting opposite
Miss Browne, you knows rather
running things, SO IL you feel nervous
you should talk to him. Was with the
South Polar expedition and all that
knows no end about this sort of thing
wouldn't for a moment think of let
ting ladies run the risk of being eat
en-
I peeped around Apollo for
glimpse Of the experienced Mr.. Shaw.
saw strong featured, weather.
beaten profile, the face of man some
where in his thirties, and looking,
from this side view at least, not only
stern but grim.
made up my mind at once that the
| backbone of the party, and inevitably
the leader in it's projected villainies,
| whatever they might be, was this
rugged-looking Mr.. Shaw. You
couldn't fancy him as the misled fol-
lower of anybody, even the terrific
Violet.
AS it seemed an unpropitious mo-
ment for taking counsel with Mr.. Shaw
about cannibals, / tried another tack
with the beautiful youth at my side.
"How did you like Panama?
fancy the old town is very pictur-
esque.''
"Oh, rather!'' assented Mr. Vane.
"At least, that is what those painter
chaps call it-met a couple of 'em at
the hotel Beastly little narrow
streets and houses in shocking state
and all that. like to see property
kept up, myself"
81 am afraid" said severely, "that
you are philistine p
He blinked a little. "Ah-quite
so!" he murmured, recovering himself
CALAMITY. Zone of those chaps that
backed Goliath against David, what?"
From this conversational impasse
we were rescued by the interposition
of the gentleman opposite, whose small
twinkling eyes had been taking me in
! with intentness.
II did some fiittin about that little
j formed us, "and what / got to say is,
! it needs wakin' up. / might have took
a hand in it myself, If I hadn't have
met up with Miss Browne and your
ant. Yes, sir, I had slick little
proposition or two up my sleeve.
Backed by some of the biggest capi-
/ tai in the u. s. Ain fact, there's
a bunch Of fellers up there in Gods
country that's pretty sore on old Ell.
FL. for passin' things UP this way.
i KEEP the wires hummin for two-three
days, till they seen / wasn't to be
| switched, and then the Old Man HIM
self-no use mentionin' names, but I
guess you know who ] mean-Wall
Street would, quick enough, anyway
the Old Man himself threatened to
put his yacht in commission and come
/ down to find out what sort of little
game III. Ell. was playin' on him. But
/ done like Br'er Rabbit-.iest lay low.
Hamilton HI. Tubbs knows good thing
when he sees it about as quick as the
next one-and he knows enough to
keep mum about 1t, tool"
Three or four rough-lcoking men,
of whom one, certain Captain Mag
nus, belonged to our party and the
rest to the ship, continued vigorously
to hack their way through the meal
with gathering knives and forks. OF
other sounds there was. none. Such
gloom weighed heavily on the genial
spirit of Mr.. Tubbs, and he lightened
it by rising to propose toast.
Ladies' and gentlemen, to her now
unfortunately laid low by the pangs Of
NAL de mer-our friend and bony dear,
Miss Harding!''
This was bewilderfng, for neither
by friend nor foe could Aunt Jane be
| called bony. Later in the light Of Mr..
Tubbs's passion for classical allusion,
decided to translate it bona dea, and
consider the family complimented. At
the moment / sat stunned, but Miss
Browne, with greater self-possession,
majestically inclined her head and
said:
'In the name Of our absent friend,
thank you"
| In spite of wistful looks from the
beautiful youth as we rose from the
| table, and the allurement of a tropic
moon, / remained constant to duty
and Aunt Jane, and immured myself
in her stateroom, where | passed an
enlivening evening listening to her
moans She showed faint returning
spark of life when / mentioned Cuth-
! bert Vane, and raised her head to
murmur that he was Honorable and
! she understood though not the heir,
still likely to inherit and perhaps after
all Providence
The unspoken end of Aunt James
sentence pursued me into dreams in
which an unknown gentleman oblig-
ingly broke mis- neck riding to hounds
and left Apollo heir to the title and
estates.
II 81 say, Miss Harding, you're
III hound fo Ike Shax No eud-o III