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to the leader.
"See what you can find and nave
The speaker went to the rail and
began fumbling with the rope. The
other, I realized, was slipping quite
noiselessly along the smooth planking
toward mo, his bent body faintly sil
houetted In the moonlight. I knew
that I could hardly be distinguishable
from the long line of the house, and I
. had the additional advantage of know-
Mug their strength, while I was still an
unknown quantity to them. The men
would assume that I was either Hart
ridge, the boatmaker, or Henry Hol
brook, one of whom they had come
to kill, and there Is, as every one
knows, little honor in being the victim
of mistaken identity. I heard the
man's hand scratching along the wall
as he advanced cautiously; there was
no doubt but that he would discover
me in another moment; so I resolved
to take the Initiative and give battle.
My finger-tips touched the back of
one of the folded camp chairs that
rested against the house, and I slow
ly clasped It. I saw the leader still
standing by the rail, the rope In his
hand. His accomplice was so close
that I could hear his quick breathing,
and something in bis dimly outlined
crouching figure was familiar. Then
it flashed over me that he was the
dark sailor I had ordered from Glen
arm that afternoon.
He was now within arm's length of
me and I jumped out, swung the chair
high and brought it down with a crash
on his head. The force of the blow
carried me forward and jerked the
chair out of my grasp; and down we
went with a mighty thump. I felt the
Italian's body slip and twist Uthely
under me as I tried to clasp his arms.
He struggled fiercely to free himself,
and I felt the point of a knife prick
my left wrist sharply as I sought to
hold his right arm to the deck. Hia
muscles were like iron, and I had no
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struck with a knife cheer ne greatly
in that first moment of the fight.
My main business was to keep free
of the knife. He was slowly lifting
me on his knees, while I gripped his
arm with both hands. The other man
had dropped Into the boat and was
watching us across the rail.
"Make haste, Giuseppe!" he called
Impatiently, and I laughed a little,
either at his confidence in the out
come or at his care for his own se
purity; and my courage rose to find
that I had only one to reckon with. I
suddenly slipped my left hand down to
where my right gripped his wrist and
wrenched it sharply. His fingers re-
laxed, and when I repeated the twist
the knife rattled on the deck.
I broke away and leaped for the
rail with some idea of jumping into
the creek and swimming for it; and
then the man in the boat let go twice
with a revolver, the echoing explo
sions roaring over the still creek with
the sound of saluting battle-ships.
"Hold on to that man hold him!
he shouted from below. I heard the
Italian scraping about on the deck for
his knife as I dodged round the house,
I was satisfied to let things stand as
they were, and leave Henry Holbrook
and the canoe-maker to defend their
own lives and property. Then, when
I was about midway of the steps, a
man plunged down from the garden
and had me by the collar and on my
back before I knew what had hap
There was an Instant's silence In
which I heard angry voices from the
houseboat. My new assailant Us
tenad, too, and I felt his grasp on me
tighten, though I was well winded and
I heard the boat strike the platform
sharply as the second man jumped
into It; then for an Instant silence
again held the valley.
My captor seemed to dismiss the
retreating boat, and poking a pistol
into my ribs gave me his attention
"Climb up these steps, and do at
X toll you. If voit run, I will shoot
you like a dog."
"There's a mistake " I began
chokingly, for the Italian had almost
strangled me and my lungs wero as
empty as a spent bellows.
"That will do. Climb!" He stuck
the revolver Into my Imrk and up
went and throush the gnrdeu toward
the cottage. A door opening on the
veranda was sllKhtly ajar, and I was
thrust forward none too gently Into
My captor and I studied each othe
attentively for half a minute. He was
beyond question the man whom Hele
Holbrook had sought at the house
boat In the summer dusk. Who Hart
rid is was did not matter; it was evl
dent that Holbrook was quite at home
in the canoe maker's house, and that
he had no Intention of calling any one
else Into our affairs. He had undoubt
edly heard the revolver shots bclo
and rushed from the cottage to Inves
tigate; and, meeting me In full flight,
he had naturally taken It for granted
that I was Involved In some designs on
himself. As he leaned against a
table by the door his grave blue eves
scrutinized me with mingled Indigna
tion and Interest.
I seemed to puzzle him, and his gaze
swept me from head to foot several
times before he spoke. Then his eyes
flashed angrily and he took a step to
"Who In the devil are you and what
do you want?"
"My name Is Donovan, and I don't
want anything except to get home."
"Where do you come from at this
hour of the night?"
"I am spending the summer at Mr.
Glenarm's place, near Annandale."
"Thafa rather unlikely; Mr. dlen-
arm Is abroad. What were you doing
down there on the creek?"
"I wasn't doing anything until two
men came along to kill you and I
mixed up with them and got badly
mussed for my trouble."
He eyed me with a new interest
"They came to kill me, did they?
You tell a good story, Mr. Donovan."
"Quite bo. I was standing on the
deck of the houseboat, or whatever it
Where you had no business to
"Granted. I had no business to .be
there; but I was there and came near
getting killed for my impertinence, as
I have told you. Those fellows rowed
up from the direction of the lake. One
of them told the other to call you to
your door on the pretense of summon
lng aid for a broken motor car off
there in the road. Then he was to
stab you. The assassin was an Ital
lan. His employer spoke to him in
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mui lucgur. i Happen 10 im ac
quainted with it."
"You are a very accomplished per
son, he observed, dryly.
He walked up to me and felt my
"Who fired that pistol?"
"The man ifc charge of the expedi
tion. The Italian was trying to knife
me on the deck, and I broke away
from him and ran His employer had
gone back to ;the boat for safety and
he took a crack at me as I ran across
the platform. It's not the fault of
either that I'm not quilo out of bust
An Inner door bad; of me creaked
slightly. My captor swung round at
"0 Rosalind! It's all right. A gen
tleman here lost his way and I'm glv
lng him his bearings."
The door closed gently, and I heard
the sound of steps retreating through
the cottage. I noted the anxious look
In Holbrook'B face as he waited for
the sounds to cease: then he ad
dressed me again.
"Mr. Donovan, this is a quiet neigh
borhood, and I am a peaceable man,
whose wordly goods could tempt no
one. There were undoubtedly others
besides yourself down there at the
creek, for one man couldn t have
made all that row; but as you are the
one I caught I must deal with you
But you have protested too much; the
idea of Italian bandits on Tippecanoe
creek is creditable to your lmaglna
tion, but It doesn't appeal to my com
rnon sense. I don't know about your
being a guest at Glenarm house
even that is flimsy. A guest in the
absence of the host Is Just a little too
fanciful. I'm strongly disposed to
take you to the calaboose at Tippe
Having been In Jail several times In
different parts of the world I was not
anxious to add to my experiences in
that direction. Moreover, I hal come
to thin lonely house on the Tippeca
noe to gain information touching the
movements of Henry Holbrook, and I
did not relish the idea of being thrown
into a country jail by him. I resolved
to meet the situation boldly.
"You seem to accept my word re
luctantly, even after I have saved you
from being struck down at your own
door. Now I will he frank with you.
I had a purpose in coming here "
He stepped back and folded his arms.
"Yes, I thought so." He looked
about uneasily, before his eyes met
mine. His hands beat nervously on
his sleeves as he waited, and I re
solved to bring matters to an issue by
speaking his name.
"I know who you are, Mr. Hol
brook." His hands went into his pockets
again, and he stepped back and
"You are a remarkably bad guesser,
Mr. Donovan. It you had visited me
by daylight Instead of coming like a
thief at midnight, you would have
saved yourself much trouble. My
name Is displayed over the.outer gate,
I am Robert Hartridge, the canoe-
He spoke the name carelessly, his
manner and tone Implying that there
could be no debating the subject I
was prepared for evasion, but not for
this cool denial of his Identity.
"Hut this afternoon, Mr. Holbrook,
I chanced to follow the creek to this
point and I saw "
"You probubly saw that houseboat
down there, that Is my Bhop. As I
tell you, I am a maker of canoes. They
have, I hope, some reputation honest
hand work; and my output Is limited
I shall bo deeply chagrined If you
have never henrd of the Hartridge
He shook his head In mock grief,
walked to a catmrette and took up
pipe and filled It. He was carrying
off the situation well; but his cool
ness angered me.
"Mr. Hartridge. I am sorry that I
must believe that heretofore you have
been known as Holbrook. The fact
was clenched for me this afternoon
quite late, as I stood In tho path be
low there. I heard quite distinctly a
young woman call you father."
"8o? Then you're an eavesdropper
as well as a trespasser! "and the
We will admit that I am both," I
You are considerate. Mr. Dono
"The young woman who called you
father and whom you answered from
the deck of the houseboat Is a person
He calmly puffed his pipe, holding
the bowl in his fingers, his idle hand
thrust into his trousers pocket
"It was Miss Helen Holbrook that
I saw here, Mr. Hartridge."
He started, then recovered himself
and peered into the pipe bowl for a
second; then looked at me with an
amused smile on bis face.
"You certainly have a wonderful im
agination. The person you saw, if you
saw any one on your visit to these
premises to-day, wag my daughter,
Rosalind Hartridge. Where do you
think you knew her, Mr. Donovan?"
"I saw her this morning at St.
Agatha's school. I not only say her,
but I talked with her, and I am nelth
er deaf nor blind."
He pursed his lips and studied me,
with his head slightly tltlted to one
side, in a cool fashion that I did not
"Rather an odd place to have met
this Miss what name, did you say?
Miss Helen Holbrook; a closed
schoolhouse, and that sort of thing."
"You may ease your mind on that
point; she was with your sister, fcer
aunt, Mr. Holbrook; and I want you
to understand that your following
Miss Patricia Holbrook here is in
famous and that I have no other bust
ness but to protect her from you."
He bent his eyes upon me gravely
and nodded several tiaies.
"Mr. Donovan," he begin, "I repeat
that I am not Henry Holbrook, and
my daughter is my daughter, and not
your Miss Helen Holbrook. Moreover,
if you will go to Tippecanoe or to
Annandale and ask about me you will
learn that I have been a resident of
this community, working at my trade,
that of a canoe-maker. That shop
down there by the creek and this
honse, I built' myself."
"But the girl"
"Was not Helen Holbrook, but my
daughter, Rosalind Hartridge. She
has been away at school, and came
home only a week ago. You are clear
ly mistaken; and if you will call, as
you undoubtedly will, on your Miss
Holbrook at St. Agatha's in the morn
ing, you will undoubtedly find your
young lady there quite safely in
charge of what was the name, Miss
Patricia Holbrook? in whose behalf
you take so praiseworthy an Interest."
He was treating me quite as though
I were a stupid schoolboy, but I ral-
lied sufficiently to demand:
"If you are so peaceable and only
a boatmaker here, will you tell me
why you have enemies who are so
anxious to kill you? I imagine that
murder Isn't common on the quiet
shores of this little creek, and that an
Italian sailor is not employed to kill
men who have not a past of some sort
His brows knit and the jaw under
his short beard tightened. Then he
smiled and threw his pipe on the
"I have only your word for it that
there's an Italian In the wood-pile.
have friends among the country folk
here and in the lake villages who can
vouch for me. As I am not in the
least interested in your affairs I shall
not trouble you for your credentials
but as the hour Is late and I hope I
have satisfied you that we have no
acquaintances in common, I will bid
you good night. If you care for a boat
to carry you home '
"Thank you, no!" I Jerked.
He bowed with slightly exaggerated
courtesy, walked to the door and
threw it open. He asked where I had
left my horse, wished me a pleasant
ride home, and I was striding up the
highway in no agreeable frame of
mind before I quite realized that after
narrowly escaping death on his house
boat at the hands of his enemies,
Henry Holbrook had not only sent
me away as Ignorant as I had come,
but had added considerably to my per
plexities. CHAPTER VI.
A Sunday's Mixed Affairs.
The faithful Ijlma opened the door
of Glenarm House, and after I had
swallowed the supper he always had
ready for me when I kept late hours,
I established myself In comfort on the
terrace and studied the affairs of the
house of Holbrook until the robins
rang up the dawn. On their hint I
went to bed and slept until Ijlma
came In at ten o'clock with my coffee
An old hymn chimed by the chapel
bells reminded me that It was Sunday
Services were held during the sum
mer, so the house servants Informed
me, for the benefit of the cottagers at
Port Annandale; and walking to our
pier I soon saw a flotilla of launches
and canoes steering for St. Agatha's.
I entered the school grounds by the
Glenarm gate and watched several
smart traps approach by the lake
road, depositing other devout folk at
The sight of bright parasols and
modish gowns, the semi-urban Sunday
thnt had fallen In this quiet corner of
tho world, ns though out of the bright
blue above, made all the more unreal
my experiences of the night. And
Just then the door of the main hall of
8t. Agatha's opened and forth camo
Miss Pat, Helen Holbrook and Sister
Margaret and walked toward the
It was Helen who greeted me first
"Aunt Pat enn't withstand the temp
tations of a day like this. We're
chagrined to think we never kne
this part of the world before!"
itn sure there Is no dangar," said
Burlington Baggagemen Rob Trunks
Somewhat of a sensation was cre
ated recently In railroad circles by
the arrest of several Burlington bag
gage men and express messlngers,
gagemen accused of rifling trunks
cases. The Crcston Advertiser savs:
"Following the arrest of George
Kautenbege, a Burlington road bag
gageman, accused of riffling trunks
and suit cases, an investigation was
started that is reported to have re
sulted In the arrest of three other
employes. Two of these are said to
be express messengers and all three
had runs between Chicago and Coun
cil Bluffs. A search of the train
boxes, owned by the baggagemen and
express messengers, resulted in the
finding of incriminating evidence of
wrong doing, and the arrest in Chi
A novel method of detecting the
baggagemen was adopted by the de
tectives who worked on tho case,
incidently one of these sleuths
submitted to an uncomfortable ex
istence for a period of twelve hours
on several occasions while acting as
a dummy corpse safely tucked away
in the interior of a large wooden
box of the stylo used to transport
the dead. A system of espionage was
in effect by tho company detectives
for several months before the right
men were apprehended. The detec
tives appeared to bo unable to dis
cover a due in their work, and it
was then decided to resort to a trick
that proved effectual.
One of the sleuths was placed in a
rough box, and was shipped over the
road , and several branches as a
corpse. Of course, the box contain
ing the detective was so arranged
that the man inside could rest in
a comfortable position and have
plenty of air and peep holes were pro
vlded by which he could secure a
fairly good view of the interior of
the car. Unconscious of the fact that
a live one occupied the box supposed
to contain a corpse, the crooked bag
gagemen and express messengers con-
talnued to rob the trunks and grips
under their charge and tho detec
tive was piling up incriminating evl.
(!e:ue. When the proper time nr
rived for arrests they were mndo and
a fhake up resulted." M1II3 County
At the homo of the bride's parents,
Mr. and Mrs. Ellzah Morrell of Pal
myra, on Saturday at noon, Mr. Clif
ton Contryman and Miss Nellie Mor
rell were united in marriage by Rev,
Only the relatives of the contract
ing parties were present, and after
the wedding dinner tho brido and
groom departed on the afternoon
train for their wedding trip to Chi
cago to visit a few days and then on
to Schenectady, N. Y., where they will
visit Mr. Contryman's sister and hus
band, Mr. and Mrs. L. W. Turner.
When they return it will be to re
side on the south side, Weeping Wa
ter, In the house soon to be vacnted
by F. J. Davis.
The bride, we learn, Is a most ex
cellent lady and comes of a family
highly respected In the community
and prosperous farmers. The bride
is attractive and pleasing and t he
groom, as all know, is one of the
finest young men that a girl could
find, a worker, well informed and
morally right. May the best in both
Join in making a happy and contented
home. Weeping Water Republican.
Bridge Bring Trade.
Last Saturday was one of the big
gest days our merchants have had
in a number of years from a trade
standpoint. The people of Sarpy
county have Just begin to find out
that the new Platte river wagon
bridge is open for traffic and the
way they poured into our town from
that side of the river was something
that made the oldest inhabitant
stand In awe. By two o'clock every
available hitching post In town was
In use and those that came Inter
were compelled to unhitch and tie
to their buggies and wagons. The
merchants of Louisville are always
leaders In low prices and this Ih one
reason that so many come here to
trade. Not alone was Sarpy county
well represented, but teams were
seen from our neighboring villages
on the south, east and west. This
demons! rates the fact that the bridge
will be a big thing for Louisville
and that the glory Is nil our own; al
so that the powers that be must get
busy at once and put up new hitch
Ing pouts to accommodate the farm
ers when they get here. LouIhvUIo
Mat Sulsar, one of the staunch
friends of Tho Journal from west of
the city, paid us a pleasant visit this
morning and while here renewed his
subscription to The Journal.
Party of Greeks Hit Town ami Sell
Ilaais to Victims.
Hastings citizens have been the
victims of a neat swindle the last
two days. A party cf Greeks landed
in the city and brought with them a
large quantity of hams. As soon as
they reached the city they dressed
ns farmers and immediately began
the sale of the meats. The hams
were of a very inferior quality and
had been coated over with a dye that
gave them the appearance of being
home-smoked. They represented
themselves to be farmers of the com
munity and told of having cured
quantities of hams of a quality bet
ter than could be found in the local
markets. As a matter pf fact an ex
perienced man could readily detect
the sham and the meats were spollod
and entirely unfit for use.
From the number of complaints
and a careful canvass of a small por
tion of the city It Is estimated that
there were sold more than 5,000
pounds of the decayed meats. For
the past two years the local dealers
have been bothered with farmers
who butchered their own stock and
disposed of the meat In the city, but
n no caso has there been any com
plaint of impure stuff being sold.
The story was circulated that this
last incident was a bluff on the part
of local dealers to persuade the peo
ple that it was risky to deal with
others than the establlsher butchers.
To Aid Millers.
Dan Smith, of Cass county, has
Introduced a bill that will aid Ne
braska millers if passed. The bill
provides in general that flour bleach
ed with nitrogen peroxide shall not
be considered as adulterated.
This question caused a great com
motion in milling circles some time
ago when the secretary of agricul
ture promulgated a ruling that
bleached flour would be considered
adulterated. Nebraska millers said
ruin faced them. Bleaching the flour
does not injure the food value but
it does give the flour a much finer
appearance and allows competition
with the white flour of other states,
It was argued that at the time if
tho flour was as good for food when
yellow as when bleached that the
legalizing of the bleached flour
would not really help the miller. The
millers would not agree to this ar
gument however, saying that the
appearance of flour had much to
do with tho ease or difficulty of sale.
A pretty wedding took place at
the Catholic church in Manley Tues
day morning, February 16, of John
Joseph Donlan of Havelock and Lil
lian Mae Rough of Weeping Water.
Rev. Father Hennessy of Manley
officiated. John Dee, Jr., of Lincoln
was best man, and Miss Smith of
Elmwood was bridesmnld. Miss
Rough Is a daughter of Jacob D.
Rough a retired farmer of Weeping
Mr. Donlan Is a well known citizen
of Havelock and has a host of friends.
The young couple will make their
home in Havelock for tho present
and are wished a long and happy life
by all. Havelock Times.
Itrakemnii Has Narrow lisciipe.
A Missouri Pacific brakeman had a
narrow escape from being killed in
front of the passenger depot yester-
day afternoon. He was standing on
the front of the engine which was
making a flying switch when ho
was jarred off and it looked as if
he was going under the wheels to be
ground up, when by a mighty effort
he threw himelf out of the lino of the
engine and fell upon the brick plat
form and rolled out of danger's way.
Nebraska City News.
Moves CloMO to Town.
J. W. Lowther, from near Mynard,
was in tho city today looking after
some business matters and found
to call at this office for a brief visit.
In mnvpranHnn u-tth him ha Inlla
us that he will move next week t0
tho J. II. Tarns placo Just south of
this city. Albert Tscherrln will move
to tho Colo placo, where Mr. Lowther
has lived for some time past.
II. C. Long from near Murray, was
In tho city yesterdny looking after
somo business matters.
A Visit From Ills Brother.
A. C. Seybert, a former resident
of Cass County, but noy located near
Dunbar, was here this week visiting
with bis brother, C. M. Seybert and
family. Mr. Seybert Is one of the
prnsperniiH funnels of Otoe county,
but still hns a wnrin spot In his
heart for old Cuss and her people.
George P. Melslnger, one of the
best farmers In the county, came In
this morning on tho Schuyler from
Cedar Creek preferring to come down
on the train to driving, as tho roads
are very rough and muddy, Mr.
Melslnger comes In to look after
come business matters with the mer
chants of the city.
Many Have Already
are the four prices
at which these
"Where Quality Counts."
l-:i ill wood.
(From the Leader-Echo.)
W. II. Berger, son of G. L. Berger
and a prominent real estate man of
Farnum, Neb., came in Wednesday oa
a short business trip.
Miss Edith Perry, who graduated
as a nurse from tho Presbyterian hos
pital in Omaha Friday, came down
Saturday evening for a visit .with her
slHter, Mrs. J. M. Neely.
Miss Helen Chapman camo In from
Plnttsmouth Saturday evening and.
spent Sundny at the home of William
Deles Dernier and family.
Mr. and Mrs. Edwin Jeary left Sat
urday for Mexico City, Mexico, on a
short visit with Dr. and Mrs. A. J.
Coats, and little grandson.
J. W. Dickinson returned last week
from a business trip to Beaver City,
lie says they had a very heavy fall
of snow there during the recent
storm. He met Prof. W. T. Davis.
who is principal of tho schools of
that city, and Is well liked and doing
flno in his school work.
At Lincoln one day last week in the
office of Judge Cosgrave, Luther
Hall, a farmer who Uvea about Ave
miles southwest of Elmwood, and
Mrs. Pearl Gamble of Yates Center,
Kas., were married. The brlde'a par-
ents are Mr. and Mrs. A. E. Hess, who
moved to Kansas about two years
aro. The counle will reside on a
farm near Elmwood.
Walter Cromwell loaded his house
hold goods in a car Thursday of last
week and left for Foster, this state.
where he purchased a farm some time-
ago. Mrs. Cromwell and the children
left Sunday. The Cromwell family
has resided in this community for al
most thirty years. They are a splen
did family and will be greatly missed
their many friends here The peo-
pie of Foster will find in them good
citizens and excellent neighbors.
A mnrrlogo hns been Issued by
the county Judge to Harry Baxter,
ngeti 21, and Miss Grace Graves,
aged 10, both of Murray. These
young people are well known In their
locality and have many friends who
Join In wishing them a long and
happy married life,
The above parties were united in
marriage by tho county Judge lm-
mediately after Issuing the license
In the presence of several witnesses,
They aro both popular young people
and have an host of friends vhn
wish them well on their life's Journey
I together. The groom Is the son of
Levi Baxter and Is a young mun of
exemplary habits, and one who
stands excellently In tho community,
Tho bride is a daughter of Alex
Graves and Is a young lady of re-
I flneineiit . and excellent character
- They will make their future homo in
Rock Bluffs precinct on a farm.
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