Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1921-10-07

clerK, ana at the cool negatlOn or his
tone my heart gave sickening down.
ward swoop. Miss Jane Harding and
party have left the hotel T.
! "For-the island?" | gasped
He raised his eyebrows. "Can't
say, I'm sure" He gave me an APP
praising stare. Perhaps the woe in
my face touched him, for he descend
ed from the eminence of the hotel
clerk where he dwelt apart sufficient
ly to add, rs it important that you
should see herr"
Il am her niece. | have come all
the way from San Francisco expect
ing to join her here"
The clerk meditated, his shrewd
eyes piercing the very secrets of my
soul.
She knew nothing about it," has
tened to add. II intended 1t for
| surprise"
/ This candor helped my cause.
"Well," he said, shat explains her
not leaving any word. AS fyou are
her niece, suppose it will do no hal m
to tell you that Miss Harding and her
/ party embarked this morning on the
freighter Rufus Smith, and / think
it very likely that the steamer has
not left port. If you like / will send
q man to the waterfront with you and
you may be able to go on board and
have talk with your aunt"
Did | thank him? | have often
wondered when / walked up In the
night. l have a vision of myself
dashing out Of the hotel, and then the
hack that brought me is bearing me
away. Bellboys hurled my bags in
after me, and / threw them largess
recklessly. Madly we clattered over
cobbled ways. Out on the smooth
waters of the roadstead lay ships
great and small, ships with stripped
masts and smokeless tunnels, others
with faint gray spirals wreathing up
ward from their stacks. Was one of
these the Rufus Smith, and would I
reach her-or him-before the thin
gray feather became a thick black
mercy of these unknown Adventures
with whom she had set forth, help
less as a little fat pigeon among
| hawks, and felt, desperately, that /
must reach her, must save her from
them and bring her safe back to
shore. How / was to do this at the
eleventh hour, plus about fifty-seven
minutes, as at present, hadn't con-
sidered. But experience had taught
me that once in my clutches Aunt
Jane would offer about as much re-
sistance as a slightly melted wax doll.
She gets so soft that you are almost
afraid to touch her for fear of leav-
ing dents.
So to get there, get there, get there,
was the one prayer of my soul.
got there, in boat hastily COM
Wandered by the hotel clerks dep
uty. We brought up under the side
of the little steamer, and the wide
surprised face of a Swedish deck
hand stared down at us.
LET me aboard! I must come
aboard" I cried
Other faces appeared, then a rope
ladder. Somehow l was mounting
tia dizzy feat to which only the tu-
multi of my emotions made me indif-
ferent. Bare brawny arms of sailors
clutched at me and drew me to the
deck. There at once / was the CEN
ter of a circle of speechless and aston
ished persons, all men but One
"Well?" demanded a large breezy
voice. whats this mean? What do
| you want aboard my ship?"
I looked up at a red-faced man in
a large straw hat.
ST want my aunt" explained.
"Your aunt?" he reared. "Why the
devil should you think I've got your
aunt?'
You have got her." I replied with
firmness. ST don't see her. but she's
here somewhere"
shook two large red fists above his
head.
another lunatic!" he shouted. "Pd
as soon have white horse and min
lister aboard as go to sea in floating
| bedlaml''
AS the captains angry thunder
died away came the small, anxious
voice of Aunt Jane.
whats the matter? Oh, please tell
me what's the matterl" she was say
ing as she edged her way into the
group. Her eyes, round, pale, blink
ing little in the tropical glare,
roved over the circle until they lit on
me- Right where she stood Aunt Jane
petrified. Her poor little chin dropped
until 1t disappeared altogether In the
folds of her plump neck. and she re-
manned speechless, stricken. immobile
as wax figure in an exhibition.
AUNT Jane" said. ''you must come
| right back to shore with me-" I spoke
calmly, for unless you are perfectly
calm with Aunt Jane you fuster her.
She replied only by slight COB
| bling in her throat, but the other
| woman spoke In a loud voice, adj
i dressed not to me but to the universe
in general
THE Young Person is madl" 1t was
j an Enthusiastically British intonation.
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