Newark leader., April 16, 1926, Image 7

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FRIDAY. APRIL 16, 1926
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Qnd
Out
George
Etheloert
Walsh
SYNOPSIS
CHAPTER I.—Fishing:, in idle fash
ion, from a private dock. Dick Van
Ness watches a ship, the Pelican, which
he recognizes as the Beacon) his fa
ther’s yacht before his death and finan
cial reverses forced him to part with it.
A man whom he hears a girl who ac
companies him address as Mr. Blake,
lands from the yacht. The girl drops
her handbag in the stream, and Dick
recovers it. Thanking him, she gives
him her visiting card. She is Alice
Cutler, niece of Stephen Cutler, suc
cessful business rival of the elder Van
Ness.
•'•Reckon not, Mr. Blake," replied the
other chuckling. ’Twould sort of let
the cat out of the bag if we had to
sneak into some harbor
fore the time was up."
"Yes, we must guard
such contingency. I'll
Blank’s pier the first thing in the morn
ing for all the coal you can store
aboard."
"What time’ll the old man want to
come aboard?” queried Captain Brent,
puffing volcanically at his cigar.
“Shortly after sundown. Lay oft
here at sunset, and when you see the
signals send the boats ashore.”
"There’ll be a lot of dunnage, 1
s’pose
“No, nothing but light traps—chiefly
personal tilings of Miss Cutler’s. Most
of the baggage will go aboard earlier,
i’ll see to that.”
‘‘You say there’ll be four of ’em?”
“Yes, Mr. Cutler, Miss Alice, her
mahl and Doctor Alster.”
‘‘And yourself?”
“Certainly!” said Mr. Blake, a little
tartly.
party.”
"All
ready,
any trouble finding that island we’ll
have a pleasant voyage.”
"Why do you say that?” demanded
Blake uneasily. "Have you any doubts
about finding it?"
"Why, no, if the map you gave me’s
correct."
“Weil, it is!” snapped the other.
‘•I’ve verified it in every particular.
You don’t think I’d slip up on such a
small thing as that when there’s so
much at stake?"
"No, 1 reckon not, but it’s a bit puz
zling in places. Some of them dot*
and marks looks like as If they’d been
put there fur private use. You don’t
s’pose, now, that captain was up to
any misleading tricks, marking the
location wrong and
nel buoys, do you?"
for coal be­
against any
phone to
"1’11 come down with the
right! I’ll have everything
Reckon, now, if I don’t have
shifting the chan-
and shrugged his
Mr. Blake smiled
shoulders.
“You forget,” he
I’m running this little expedition, and
I never make mistakes. The chart is
correct."
“All right!” replied Brent, moving
toward the steps. “Then we’ll pick
up the island in a couple of days.” He
stopped and stared out into midstream.
“Why don't they send that boat
ashpre?” he added irritably.
"Eiere it comes now
“Well, I'll be going. I got to put in
a night doing some figuring.”
said coldly, “that
Blake nodded, and waited for him to
descend the steps, then walked to the
end of the float. A few minutes later
the yacht’s tender appeared, and Cap
tain Brent was whisked out into the
gloom. The man on the end of the
dock remained motionless until it was
gone, and then turned and walked
briskly away.
Dick’s first impulse was to follow
and then he changed his mind. He
came from behind his hiding place and
stood near the steps, watching the
lights flickering on the river and run
ning over again in his mind the words
he had heard.
They were a little puzzling but
the main fact was clear to him. Steve
Cutler and his niece were starting on
a long cruise in the Pelican the fol
lowing evening, sailing under the cover
of uLkness, which might or might not
mean anything unusual. Mr. Blake
was to accompany them, and, accord
lag his own statement, he was run
ning the expedition.
Their destination was some island
whose exact location was* a mystery
to Captain Brent. Who was Mr. Blake,
and what Island was it? Dick puzzled
over the situation for a long time. He
recalled the reference to some mysteri
ous captain who might have played a
trick on them by marking the map
wrong. Who was he?
Piecing together one thing after an
other, Dick finally came to the conclu
sion that the expedition was an ad
venture, undertaken by Cutler for the
furtherance of some personal scheme
that he wished to keep secret, and Mr.
Blake was managing it for him.
So far all seemed plain, but the
mystery of the Island to which they
were going introduced a puzzling fac
tor that baffled Dick for a long time.
It was hours later when -the truth
seemed to dawn upon him.
“That’s it!” he exclaimed suddenly,
bringing his two hands together. “It's
treasury .hunt, or something like
iPr-- 1
A
COPYRIGHT W.G.CHAPMAN
w.
that. Old Cutler’s come' Into" posses
sion of some old sea captain's chart of
an Island where tire treasure’s buried.
And hog-like, he’s tricked the owner
of It, and intends to gobble up the
whole thing. It's like Steve Cutler!’’
He went over the conversation again,
sentence by sentence as he recalled it,
and in the end his conclusion was
strengthened. All the facts fitted ad
mirably into this theory. With the
chart of the unknown island in his
possession, Cutler intended to pay a
visit to it and, if there was any treas
ure on it, dig it up and add it to his
already swollen fortune. In the event
of its proving a hoax he could hush
the matter, and no one but’a few
his servitors would be any wiser.
“A treasure hunting expedition
the Pelican!”
fully.
were going."
up
of
in
Dick mused thought-
VVhat an adventure! 1 wish I
He cast longing glances at the yacht
in midstream. The wild idea entered
ids head of swimming out to the cruft
and smuggling himself aboard. As a
stowaway he might make the trip and
bluff it out when discovered.
But this was Impractical for several
reasons. The tide in the river was
strong, and even if he made the yacht
safely the chances were ten to \(ie
that he could not climb aboard unob
served. That, he concluded, would
have to be his last resort.
The yacht would coal at Blank’s
pier in the moixnug. Could he dis
guise himself as tK coal heaver, and,
during the bustle, liN^e in one of the
bunkers? Dick knew every nook and
corner of the craft, and he felt if he
could once get below decks he would
be safe from discovery.
Then the card that Alice Cutler had
given him jogged his memory. He
took it out and stared at it in the
gloom as if trying to read some mes
sage from it. Fur a long time he sat
in puzzled silence, frowning at the
bit of white pasteboard. Then an eye
lid dickered, and his lips parted a
smile slowly spread across his fea
tures, and a chuckle broke the silence.
“I could work it,” he mused, “with a
little luck. .1 believe I’ll try it in the
morning. At the worst I could say it
was just a lark—an original method of
making her redeem her promise.”
He chuckled softly, and waved a
hand as if in farewell to the city that
had treated him so shabbily. “I'll
bet,” he murmured, “it will be a big
Improvement on this smoky, godless
city of Mammon!”
CHAPTER III
Dick Van Ness proceeded deliberate
ly to put his little scheme to tiie test
but first he provided himself with a
few hours of sleep to refresh the body
and steady the nerves. Ry daylight
he reviewed the situation calmly, and
decided that the plan was as feasible
as it had appeared the night before.
He ate a hearty breakfast at a near
by restaurant, and then ordered a
huge batch of sandwiches, wrapping
each one in oiled paper as if for a
picnic. Leaving these to be called for
later, he paid a visit to a dry goods
store where he selected an oblong pa
per box big enough to contain a man’s
suit of clothes. With wrapping paper
and stout twine, he returned to the
restaurant for his sandwiches.
They only half filled the box. The
rest of the space was stowed with
iNr A.
Thsy Only Half Filled the Box.
bottles of water and sweet drinks,
pickles, olives, fruit, cakes and candy.
The proprietor of the restaurant
smiled when he clapped the cover on
the box.
"Looks as if you were loading up to
last a week.” he remarked.
“I may need it” replied Dick frank-
ly. “I’m going where grub may be
hard to get I don’t want to take 6
As 1h» paid for the food and trouble,
the restaurant man made no further
Inquiries, and Dick volunteered no ad
ditional information. When the
Was wrapped, he borrowed pen
ink, and wrote on the outside:
“Miss Alice Cutler.
end.
No one challenged him, and when he
readied the Pelican’s side he stopped.
A dozen grimy men were storing coal
aboard, a deck hand checking off on
a card the number of bags carried into
the hold. A small gangplank was
thrown from the main deck to the
pier.
Dick started up this and reached
the deck before anyone challenged
him. Then a booming voice right be
hind him caught his ear.
“Hello, there! What d’you want?
Don’t you know this is a private
yacht?”
Lt was Captain Brent.
“Sure!” replied Dick nonchalantly.
"It’s the Pelican, isn’t it? Mr. Cut
ler’s yacht?”
“Weil, what if it Is?” growled the
captain.
“Nothing, except I guess I’ll take a
rest here. Hot day,
moved his hat and
forehead.
“Yes, it’s hot, but
if you don’t look sharp. What you got
in that box?”
The skipper frowned and eyed him
with disapproval. Dick flirted out a
cigarette, and added “Any objections
to smoking, cap? I’m dead for a
few whiffs.”
"No, not if you stay outside," was
the surly retort.
When he walked away, Dick moved
a camp stool near the railing and con
tentedly puffed away at his cigarette.
He was apparently interested only in
the scene, on the dock, and never once
turned his head sideways or back
ward. He felt that eyes were watch
ing him, but he wasn’t sure.
The minutes sped along slowly, and
after the third cigarette his head
sagged to one side as if he slept. He
snored once or twice.
He was conscious once of a catlike
footstep coming around the furward
cabin, and halting near him, but he
continued to snore peacefully. Twenty
minutes, and he was still in the same
position. Out of ‘the corners of his
half-dosed eyes, he saw Captain
Brent go down the gangplank and walk
aft where the men were finishing their
job of coaling the yacht.
Once out of his sight a remarkable
change came over Dick. He sat slowly
upright, and gazed swiftly and keenly
around the deck. He was alone on it.
Not a person was in sight.
Without further delay he picked up
his package and darted for the main
saloon cabin. Once in it he closed the
door softly and stared around. The
place was vacant. He gave vent to a
chuckle of relief.
The cabin was not much changed
from the days when his father owned
it. The furnishings had been re-up
holstered, and the woodwork done over,
and a few pictures distributed around
but in the main it was exactly as he
had| always known it. It was home to
hiiui and a great desire to shout and
proclaim the fact made him UglUheart
ed or a moment.
it a babel uf voices on the deck”
warned him that any moment Captain
Breit might return, and find him
gon He crossed the richly carpeted
in a few strides and came to a
11 O
THE NEWARK LEADER
box
and
Steam Yacht Pencan,
Blank’s Pier, City.”
"I guess that will do,” he chuckled,
admiring his chirograph/.
File minutes later lie was on ids
way to Blank’s pier. The IN’lean w as
already at the dock coaling. Dick took
a swift survey of the scene, and then,
whistling nonchalantly, with the box
under his arm, he walked toward the
isn’t it?” He re
began wiping his
lt may be hotter
Dick smiled and winked. “If I
knew, cap, I don’.t know that I’d tell
5’11, but we’ll both have a guess. Miss
’ijt ler .didn’t take
tit|ince. Maybe it’s
a diving dress."
“It’s lor Miss Cutler?” queried
Brent, picking it up and reading the
name and address. “Well,” slowly,
after weighing it with both hands, “she
ain’t here. Leave it, and I’ll give it
to her. i’ll put it in her cabin.”
me into her con
a bathing suit, or
He started to walk away with the
package, but Dick rescued it. “Not
So fast, cap,'
“She didn’t
said not to
here when I called, I was to wait half
an hour. Then if she didn’t appear I
was to carry it around to her house."
'i he s.kipper looked a little puzzled,
and gave the package another sharp
scrutiny.
"That’s queer,” he muttered. “I
didn’t know she expected
aboard this morning."
“1'11 bet she didn’t know
grinned Dick. “That’s why
not to wait for her longer than half aji
hour. She gave me this card to make
sure I could find her home.”
he said good naturedly.
tell me to leave it—she
leave it. If she wasn’t
t.i come
herself,”
she said
He fingered the card carelessly, and
when Brent reached out a hand to
take it he let him have it. The man
stared at it a moment, and then re
turned it. Dick felt that the card
would remove any suspicion that might
find lodgment in the other's brain.
“All right,” he said finally. “Stay
on this deck, and when the half hour’s
up go down that gangplank you came
up.”
“Sure! You don’t think I was going
to jump overboard and swin*. did
you?”
He
hall in front of a paneled wall.
one swift glance up and around
gavi
it, uid then dx'upped down oa his
linens.
s hands shook a little as he fum-
1
His breath came and went in little
sharp. tremulous waves. He knew
that the critical moment had arrived
that would decide the success or fail
ure of his scheme. Like a bank
burglar opening a safe, with the fear
of the police beating on his brain, he
played his hands up and down skil
fully and willi precision, hunting
something that time had dimmed in
memory.
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These incubators were established
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during this time. At the present
there are 12 children at this Infan
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Suddenly a low exultant cry
caped his lips. His fingers had touched
the thing he had been searching for.
It was a tiny crack between the mold
ing and baseboard. It was harjly wide
enough to admit the blade ar! a pocket
knife.
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