Motor Matt's Make Up

t good's a flying machine, pard, when a spell of weather puts i

this breeze isn't doing fifty mil

of overturned buckets and listening to the roar and boom of bellying canvas, the flutt

e motor boys' engagement with Burton, Matt had not failed to take the a?roplane aloft on an average of more than two days a week. This violent wind made the morning flight at Rei

Sunday and give two performances Monday. On Monday, therefore, it was quite

like sin when it does blow, you've capered around in the sky

grounds, and there were not thousands of people[Pg 5] directly underneath to suffer if the a?roplane didn't

riences," breathed McGlory. "Speak to me about that! By gorry, I wouldn't even look o

an who had charge of the calliope, showed himself in the tent door. Be

orist. "This gentleman wants a word with you, Matt," he adde

gain, and the strange

McGlory, and then letting his eyes wander around

emptied the water out of i

id the cowboy, "and mak

n the bucket. He laughed a little, lifted a round piece of glass from his coat

ncy!" he

said McGlory, with a wink at M

don't want to join the blooming circus. I'm

r him, neighbor, but a

I'm to tell my business, eh? It's private,

t up, but Matt stoppe

y," said he. "I have no secr

"Well, if that's the wa

s pocket, the stranger extract

ard; then, down in the lower left-hand corner were

d the card

Twomley," said Matt. "

etty cigarette, with a gilt monogram on one side. He off

ington-aw-on very important business. Allow me to prove my right to act as agent for his

case of thug that ever came out of the Bombay presidency-and he had a powerful rajah for a brother. Ben Ali took care of the rajah's elephant herd. The rajah's sister married one Lionel Manners. Manners died, his wife perished by

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under his evil influence, and was gradually causing her to forget even her own identity. The mahout bore a grudge against his powerful brother, the rajah, and he had stolen the girl in a spirit of revenge. Eventually, he hoped to forc

e of a worthy English lady, pending advices from her uncle, the rajah, in India. We have received advices, not from the rajah, but direct from our foreign office. I was

rs is a very fine girl, and I suppose her future will make up

"if we could find her. But we

red?" gas

efore a man, professing to be from the ambassador, had called and taken Miss Manners away. We are done, done as brown a

astounded. And

hat called on the English woman in L

tte police are

that Ben Ali is mix

anners. While I was about taking the train at Lafayette, yesterday, I received another message from the ambassador. That message informed me that a telegram had been received from Ben A

lars!" exclaimed Ma

for the stuff," mutt

up with the United States state department. The Secret Service of the government will presently be at work on this case, for

hook h

to send some one to meet Ben Ali

to let himself

n strode into the te

was growling. "You haven't any right t

t ledder, py shinks, to helup unrafel der case. Modor Matt,"

ter?" dem

"we'll leave the letter with Matt. If Wily can prove

The latter, entirely in the dark, op

writing is t

tch. Of course, it's not English. And who it belongs to, or where it came from, or wha

aring at the open sheet. "I can read the

nd Carl turned on the Englishman a