New Ulm Enterprise (New Ulm, Tex.), Vol. 5, No. 5, Ed. 1 Friday, October 23, 1914 Page: 3 of 8
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NEW ULM ENTERPRISE, NEW ULM, TEXAS
CHAPTER II
?
24
SYNOPSIS.
ot
luxury like the
BOOK HI
—r
Aboard the Kohinur.
! fa’,
CHAPTER I.
20
or
Mr
at
hhi
eh?
his
to deal with
know where
de-
sky-
and
and
alone, however,
He rose nimbly
Two pas-
whlch he,
He inter-
know,
protest,
dined there
location and
pretty well
Words are merely the blossoms, but
deeds are the fruits.
Tom Finds Employment,
was in an exceedingly dejected
darkened his
his preoceupa-
quarter of an
I’ve got you, and
me, you're not going to
>3 =
The harehtoifler Xc/k
Condemned Language.
“Samoa has an ideal language, and,
there it was I got my inspiration,”'
says Gelett Burgess in “Burgess Un-'
abridged.” “Can’t we make English,
as subtle as Samoan? I wondered-i
There they have a single word, mean-
ing, ‘A-party-is-approaching-whlch-con-,
tains-neither-a-clever - man-nor-a - pret-
ty-woman.’ Another beautiful word de-
scribes ‘A-man-who-climbs-out-on - the-
limbs - of - his-own - breadfruit-tree-to-
steal - the - breadfruit-of-his-neighbor."
‘Suiia’ means 'Change-the-subject-you-
are-on-dangerous-ground.’ Another hap-
py word expresses a familiar situation,
— ‘To - look - on-owl-eyed-while-others -
are-getting-gifts.’ Have we anything in
English as charmingly tactful as this?
-No,^ur-ixntgtie-4g-alirruSi as- er tide--as—
pidgin-English itself, where piano is
‘Box-you-flght-him-cry.’ ”
You didn’t know where to
Brownlow.”
gentleman breathed a sigh
“I suppose not,” he admit-
’I never before had
upon the deck of a sea-go-
They are a pack of cow-
Phinney, when an oppor-
presented to them that
As I have al-
outer office—for all the world like the
husk of a frost-bitten nut of which
Brownlow was the -wrinkled kernel.
But could Tom have been present
while the Importer was entertaining a
prospective customer, he would have
obtained an insight into Brownlow’s
methods. In front of the only window
that was scrupulously clean stood a
wide table. Across the polished top
two comfortable leathern chairs faced
each other. Two or three dark pur-
ple velvet pads and a couple of jewel-
er’s lenses lay here and there upon
the top itself. At these two places the
importer and the customer would have
been sitting tete-aAete, the latter hark-
ening while the former discoursed at
length upon any subject save the one
that had brought them together, until
one of the bent figures in the outer of-
fice returned from Brownlow’s safe-de-
posit box in a nearby bank, bearing
beneath his arm a small leather case.
After this had been deposited at
Brownlow’s elbow and the bent figure
had retired to re-attach himself to his
own particular ponderous ledger, the
case would have been opened and its
glittering contents poured out upo»
the velvet pads. Then the little man’s
garrulity would have ceased, and he
would have uncovered a minute knowl-
edge of gems and values against which
the sharpest bargainer knew that it
was useless to contend. Unnumbered
millions of dollars worth of precious
stones had passed through his claw-
like fingers, each adding its quota to
his wealth; and thus it was that he
could indulge in a
Kohinur.
The importer was
when Tom entered,
from his desk and greeted his caller
with an effusiveness that left the lat-.
Tom—” Mercer
even while Tom
clutch. The lat-
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the beauty powder compressed with healing
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not satisfied after thirty days’ trial your
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Zona has satisfied for twenty years—try it
at our risk. At dealers or mailed, 50c.
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YOU CAN SAY
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tory. This protects the wearer agai
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you could see how carefully W. L. Douglas shoe
made, and the high grade leathers used, you would th
understand why they look better, fit better, hold th
shape and wear longer than other makes for the pri
If the W. U Douglas shoes are not for sale in yc
vicinity, order direct from factory. Shoes sent every,
where. Postage free in the 0. S. Write for Illuo-
traled Catalog showing bow to order by mall.
W. L. DOCGLAS, 210 Spark St., Brockton, Mau.
Carew. Detec-
..... . ... 1 a gold
Plirse found In the House of Mys-
an recognizes it as belonging to
arew. The sweet-voiced girl helps
hinney escape. A message from
n reports that two ladles resem-
Miss Carew and her companion,
Devereaux, sailed for New York
time previously. It develops that
adies visited the English home of
le Bonner, owner of the House of
ery. Flint has a theory that they
connected with the mystery of No.
It is recalled that Temple Bonner
in love with a daughter of Compton
jyler who married Max Willard. The
er daughter married a man named
ereaux. Bonner and Willard were in-
mate friends. A search Is started for
illard. Van Vechten enters the House
f Mystery by the back door in time to
ear John Callis threaten a girl. He in-
terferes and helps the girl escape, but is
rendered unconscious in the struggle
with Callis.
Rudolph van Vech n, a young man of
leisure, is astonished! to see a man enter
No. 1313, a house ross the street from
the Powhatan club,/ long unoccupied and
spoken of as the ouse of Mystery. Sev-
eral persons at re lar intervals enter
No. 1313. Van Vechjten expresses concern
x-1-hinney. regarding the
? cousin and fiancee,
han is forcibly ejected
/an Vechten and Tom
... ------ d find him dead in the
Van Vecjiten is attracted by the
the crowd of onlookers
body. Later he dlscov-
g at him with a look of
windows of the mysteri-
ectlve Flint calls on Van
his version of the trag-
ey goes alone on a yacht-
ecognizes among some per-
sslng motor boat two men
seen enter the House of
sees one of them, a Mr. Cal-
later and follows him. Tom
lindfolded and taken to a
ears a girl named Jessie, evi-
aughter of the man in author-
~ you are s
too many
try Fati
rettes,
less, last
more w
Charles
^^pEdmpnd^.
Walk,
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Dr. Pierce’s Pleasant Pellets first put up'
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stomach, liver and bow-els. Sugar-coated
tiny granules. Adv.
Brownlow,
Young man,
rest of Its nature;
Mr. Phinney—it is in
that would astonish yo
erty to mention it. In pc
was that name that final
me to accept the offer. Cr
bless my soul, no!
Tom was already upon his f
that s all I’ll go hunt for men.
haven't any time to lose. What the
in-
be
co
—I d
Anew
Yes, sir;
launch.
I w
Brownlow s
Look a
Tom ste
the bow
brass
coming
rig like
the ev
to his friend, Tom
whereabouts of
Paige Carew. A
from the house,
follow the man
street
face of a girl 1
surrounding th
ers the girl gaz
scorn from th
ous house. D
<3^ Time,
LOCK
well—if
the
ter tongue-tied.
“My dear Mr. Phinney!" cried the
little man, beaming, the while he vig-
orously pumped Tom’s unresponsive
right hand. "My dear Mr. Phinney!
Almost literally you have arrived at
the eleventh hour. It is impossible for
me to express my gratification at see-
ing you. So you didn’t forget the re-
quest I made so bold as to proffer at
Mrs. Payne-French’s!" He stopped
with surprising abruptness, then went
on in a tone expressive of consternar
tion: “Don’t say that you have
failed! Don’t tell me you have come
here only to bring disappointment! It
would be a cruel act of kindness on
your part, but . . . Ahem! Sit
down!”
Tom dropped into the chair which
the other thrust at him as if he meant
to knock his legs from under him.
"Pray don’t give me any such ill-
tidings, Mr. Phinney, for this is my
last day of grace; if I don’t get a
skipper and mates for the Kohinur by
six this evening, I stand to lose”—he
raised his hands in a despairing ges-
ture—“I can’t bear to hear myself say
it! I can’t bear to think of how much
I shall lose—more than any man can
afford—good, honest money, just wait-
ing to be picked up.”
This was all more or less unintel-
ligible to Tom; but he had succeeded
in pulling himself together, and as
soon as he could wedge in a word he
tried to impress upon the excitable
merchant that he was offering himself
for the opening. When at last Brown-
low comprehended, he suddenly
checked himself and stared at Tom in
silent surprise; but in a moment he
drew a long face, which put the finish-
ing touch to his caller’s discourage-
ment.
You’re not in earnest,
Brownlow
voiced his misgivings, solemnly wag-
ging his head, but nevertheless main-
taining an interested scrutiny upon
the young man.
Why, should you be
looking for such a billet?”
“Because I want the money,
was
the blunt response.
And take my
word for it, Mr. Brownlow,
rm
in
If you doubt my quallflca-
earnest.
tions—
The other raised a silencing hand.
I konw all about them, said he,
shouldn’t have
else
crisply,
broached the matter to you in the first
place. I supposed your interest and
activity in yachts and yachting would
enable you to put me In the way of
finding what I wanted; I didn’t expect
that you would—er—ahem! —
Tom took the words out of
mouth.
Strike you for the job myself,
Well, I have.
Brownlow seated himself at
It
frame of mind that Tom Phinney,
&lone in Van Vechten’s huge six-cylin-
der car, made his way to Maiden Lane
in search of Mr. Brownlow. The low
state of his feelings was in a large
measure owing to a condition that had
grown really imminent and personal
only during the last few minutes; one
that meant renunciation of all his past
mode? of living and realization of a
necessary readjustment to an uncer-
tain future; he had turned over a new
leaf, foresworn idleness and frivolity,
and was going to work!
Gloomy meditations
handsome face, and in
tion he wasted a good
hour searching for Brownlow’s num-
ber. In harmony with a fancied por-
trait of the latter’s establishment, he
directed his attention to the smarter,
more modern structures; and it was
quite by accident that his eye alighted
upon the right place—an indescribably
shabby building, age-worn and
crepit, pinched between two
scrapers. He stopped the motor
viewed the entrance with doubt
disfavor. But there was no mistaking
it; from the curb, Brownlow’s name
could be seen on the directory board
just Inside the entrance.
1
There was not even an elevator, so
Tom was obliged to climb two flights
of stairs, dark and dirty, to a suite of
dingy offices, in the outer of which two
old, white-haired clerks bent over pon-
derous ledgers without so much as
deigning him a glance, and a trim
young lady, affording a sharp note of
contrast to her surroundings, pounded
upon a typewriter.
It was she who
recognized his presence with a bright.
smiling regard, who took his card
and disappeared into another room,
and who returned presently to say
that Mr. Brownlow would see him
once in his private office.
The farther Tom went, the more
credible it became that this could
the business habitat of the Kohinur’s
for Tom was
familiar
owne
with
every private craft that acknowledged
New York as its home port—and far
from being dazzled by a bewildering
display of precious stones, the sparkle
of a diamond here would have been so
conspicuous as to be startling.
To his unobservant eye there was
nothing to indicate what manner of
.business might be carried on here.
Brownlow’s private room was even
dinxier and more uninviting than the
he thoughtfully
desk, upon which
drummed with his fingers, every now
and then directing a sharp glance at
his caller. Tom was beginning to real-
ize that the employment of a captain
for the Kohinur, for some occult cause,
was not to be so simply arranged as
such matters generally are; the pre-
liminaries were unusual and
to him—
unnecessary; he was becoming more
and more puzzled, for he believed that
Brownlow was needlessly investing
the proceedings with an air of mys-
tery, and this made him restive.
“I’m fearful that it’s not to be,”
sighed he, heavily. “When you hear
the conditions you will back out like
all the rest of ’em. Seems like these
days navigators are too busy clipping
coupons and drawing dividends to be
attracted by a little thing like double
wages.”
Tom pricked up his ears,
times had been mentioned
at least, never had enjoyed,
rupted with an exclamation.
"Double wages! Say”—eagerly—“if
the game's straight I don’t care to hear
conditions. Where’s your yacht? I’ll
got my dunnage aboard without wast-
ing any more time.”
The little man bounded from his
chair and began pacing the floor with
short, nervous strides. Every now
and then he would halt with a jerk and
address a few remarks to Tom, rub his
hands together briskly and dart off
upon his promenade.
“I declare, Mr. Phinney,” he spoke
vehemently, “in a way this is a rare
stroke of luck for me; but before we
go any further I must—my conscience
impels me to tell you—ahem!—some
things. Certain details must be laid
before you before I allow you, out of
the generosity of your nature, to bind
yourself to any obligation. The condi-
tions, I believe I may truthfully af-
firm, are extraordinary; indeed, with-
out exaggerating the state of affairs, I
may even go so far as to say that they
are astoundingly extraordinary; and I
must put you into possession of such
facts as I am at liberty to impart
“But”—he broke off abruptly—“I
need more than a captain; I am
pledged to secure the services of a
first and second officer and a chief en-
gineer. The scamps who have been
serving me in those capacities—con-
found ’em—are poor, miserable, spine-
less creatures whose proper walk in
life is between a pair of plow-handles
instead of
ing craft
ards, Mr.
tunlty is
smacks of adventure,
ready intimated, I’ve had the devil's
own time trying to find men for the
billets, and you’ll have to scare ’em up
somehow, somewhere, before six
o’clock. That’s the fix I’m in.”
"But what is it you want to tell me?”
Tom impatiently tried to pin him
down. “If the thing depends upon so
much we haven’t any time to spare.
I’ve a motor below, and I’m pretty sure
I can get the men.”
Brownlow threw himself into his
chair and hitched it closer to Tom.
Leaning forward, in a confidential atti-
tude and occasionally emphasizing his
remarks with a vigorous tap upon the
young man’s knee, he impressively be-
gan:
“Looky here, Mr. Phinney—here’s
the way of it. A certain party wants
to charter the Kohinur for an indefi-
nite period. Ordinarily I wouldn’t lis-
ten to such a proposal, but he offered
me a sum of money that quite took my
ing trip. He
sons tn a p
whom he h
Mystery. He
Sis. on shor
is seized,
Shouse. He
Gently the _ ___„...„
Ity, questio/n his captors. A sweet-voiced
girl later /protests against the roughness
of his catlitors. Van Vechten calls on his
•uncle, _^odore Van Vechten, big man
in Wall sjtreet and known as the “Man of
Iron,’ In/search of Information regarding
the whereabouts of Paige Carew
live Ffilnt shows Van Vechten
mesh
tery.
Paige
Tom
Lend
bling
Mrs.
some
the
My
. ..: B
- The Voice In the Dark.
The Importer also arose, and coming
over to Tom, once more took his hand
and peered searchingly up into his
face.
“You are perfectly satisfied with the
conditions?” he queried, not without a
note of anxiety.
“Why not? I have your word for It
that the enterprise is honest; as for
the other part of it, why, the secrecy
and all that sort of thing, It only
makes a fellow a bit more keen, don’t
you know.”
“You are confident you can fill the
billets?”
“Sure thing. I know the very chaps
who will jump at a chance like this,
where they would turn down an ordi-
nary offer.
look, Mr.
The old
of relief,
ted.
a matter like this. You
the Claremont is?”
Tom nodded. He had
often enough to have its
its other characteristics
stamped upon his memory. Brownlow
continued:
“The Kohinur is at anchor in the
Hudson, just off the Claremont land-
ing. Her bunkers are full; most of her
supplies are on board, but Til take it
upon myself to complete the list this
afternoon. I’ll wait for you there.
There are some further instructions
that I must give you before the char-
terer and party come aboard.”
Tom hastened away. His assurance
that he could find the men to com-
plete the Kohinur’s equipment was not
ill-advised; he had in mind the very
men he wanted, and his task was sim-
ply one of running them to earth.
As being of prime importance, he
first secured the engineer, and by five
o’clock had found Phil Mercer. This
young man he was forced, almost lit-
erally, to shanghai. That is to say,
Mercer was disposed to hang back be-
cause of certain delinquencies which
had been the occasion of his expulsion
from Annapolis, so that Tom was
obliged to , pick him up bodily and de-
posit him beside the driver’s seat. Cox,
the eaginier, JelllDg ut-eaee 4n—the.
tonneau, grinned cheerfully.
"Maybe you don’t want the job or
need the money,” announced Tom with
decision, “but I do need a first officer
—in a devil of a hurry, too—and I’m
not going to be over-particular about
how I get him. You’re elected. As
it is, I’ll have to get along without a
second, unless 1 can break in one of
Brownlow’s tars,
take it from
get away.”
“But—you
tried a final
was throwing in the
ter cut curtly in:
"Yes, I know. But, believe me, Phil,
the booze Isn’t going to get you while
you’re on the Kohinur with me. This
job will beat all the jag cures you’ve
ever been up against. You’ll be en-
titled to a post-graduate diploma when
you are discharged.”
Mercer subsided, grumblingly ac-
cepting the inevitable.
At the Claremont Tom stabled the
machine, tried to get Van Vechten on
the phone and failed, and notified Ram-
ley at the Kenmore’s garage where to
find his employer’s car. Then he and
Mercer and Cox clambered down to
the Claremont’s landing, where a
launch was waiting.
After persuading Phi! Mercer that
he didn’t have to attend to a suddenly
recollected telephone message, or any
other errand that might take him in
the neighborhood of the Claremont’s
bar, Tom addressed himself to the
white-uniformed sailor in charge of
the launch.
“Is this the Kohinur’s launch?”
demanded.
The fellow jerked
an in
thumb in the general direet
boat’s varnished bow.
conspicuously
raised, but some
letters.
You c
impud
“Lo
civil q
when
My Dear Mr. Phinney—My Dear
Phinney.
breath away, and—ahem!—to be frank
with you, just now I need the money
more than I do the boat. Do you get
Well!
me?
He put it up to me to
find the men I have mentioned—rest
of the crew’s all right—but the enter-
prise is wholly secret.
Understand?
Secret! They balked. And there you
are.
A-ha!’ interjected the bewildered
listener, who was now beginning to see
light.
That listens
thing s not crooked.
Crooked!
shouted
aghast at the very idea.
do you think I would lend myself to
Tom did not com-
anything crooked?
mit himself, and the other went on
with much warmth. “As I say, the en-
terprise is secret; I myself am igno-
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