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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. '
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
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
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
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
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-
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
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