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ADVENTURING WITH A SOLDIER OF FORTUNE Fred L. Boalt, our special correspondent, found Aleck McNab, Soldier J of Misfortune, working in a water front warehouse in Seattle, Wash., for1 $1.50 a day. For many years past, where there has been excitement, where war has raised its gory head, there one might have found McNab McNab of McNab, if you please, from the Scottish highlands. And now, after roam- 1 ing to every comer of the globe, McNab is in Seattle, working for $1.50 a day because it's the best he can get. And one must eat. This is the second chapter of McNab's adventures. ' BY FRED Seattle,. Wash., March 31. Your health sir. (Said Aleck McNab at the second-drink time), and may you keep out of jail. McNab of McNab in jail? Twice, if you must pry. The second time you know about the time I was fighting for Madero the Dreamer in Mexico. The first was in St. Petersburg. Hold hard; 'twas no lack of moral turpitude that landed me in the czar's prison. No; 'twas a trifling matter of gum-shoe diplomacy se cret service business. Whose? No matter. I was in Moscow: Never mind why. There Lord' Nathelton made me a charming present a goosequill with ' a band of gold about the middle and a small but perfect diamond at either end a pin to hold in place the stock tie much affected by gentlemen of fashion. It may surprise you to know that when his lordship made me this de lightful gift, we were total strangers. But you will understand his lordship's generosity when I tell you that inside the. quill was a message written on a cigarette paper. I was to deliver the message to Maj. R. D. Louden of the Royal Garrison artillery 19th company, Spike Island, Cork harbor, temporarily stationed at St. Petersburg. I was met at the railroad station by a nousjak Russian for cab whose driver was expecting me. He took me to a quiet hotel, the pro prietor of which, a Jew, was friendly to the business in hand. .Indeed, he is a well-known revolu- L. BOALT tionary, and his establishment is a J rendezvous for political refugees. He ' had heard of me through my associa tion with Sun Yat Sen and other revolutionaries' in various parts of ; the world. ) I was no more than settled in my room that night when in walked 5X Aleck McNab. ( three men of the infamous "Third section" of Russian police. .1 went with them to the prison, , where I was stripped and searched. Finding nothing incriminating, they returned my clothes and valuables, including the goose-quill, and I was j put in cell. I wonder if you cap understand ' how .'I, a MpNab of McNab, who had always been a free, outdoor man, felt