The House-boat of the Associated Shades, formerly located upon the River Styx, as the reader may possibly remember, had been torn from its moorings and navigated out into unknown seas by that vengeful pirate Captain Kidd, aided and abetted by some of the most ruffianly inhabitants of Hades.Like a thief in the night had they come, and for no better reason than that the Captain had been unanimously voted a shade too shady to associate with self-respecting spirits had they made off with the happy floating club-house of their betters; and worst of all, with them, by force of circumstances over which they had no control, had sailed also the fair Queen Elizabeth, the spirited Xanthippe, and every other strong-minded and beautiful woman of Erebean society, whereby the men thereof were rendered desolate.

"I can't stand it!" cried Raleigh, desperately, as with his accustomed grace he presided over a special meeting of the club, called on the bank of the inky Stygian stream, at the point where the missing boat had been moored."Think of it, gentlemen, Elizabeth of England, Calpurnia of Rome, Ophelia of Denmark, and every precious jewel in our social diadem gone, vanished completely; and with whom?

Kidd, of all men in the universe! Kidd, the pirate, the ruffian--""Don't take on so, my dear Sir Walter," said Socrates, cheerfully.

"What's the use of going into hysterics? You are not a woman, and should eschew that luxury.Xanthippe is with them, and I'll warrant you that when that cherished spouse of mine has recovered from the effects of the sea, say the third day out, Kidd and his crew will be walking the plank, and voluntarily at that.""But the House-boat itself," murmured Noah, sadly."That was my delight.It reminded me in some respects of the Ark.""The law of compensation enters in there, my dear Commodore,"retorted Socrates."For me, with Xanthippe abroad I do not need a club to go to; I can stay at home and take my hemlock in peace and straight.Xanthippe always compelled me to dilute it at the rate of one quart of water to the finger.""Well, we didn't all marry Xanthippe," put in Caesar firmly, "therefore we are not all satisfied with the situation.I, for one, quite agree with Sir Walter that something must be done, and quickly.

Are we to sit here and do nothing, allowing that fiend to kidnap our wives with impunity?""Not at all," interposed Bonaparte."The time for action has arrived.All things considered, he is welcome to Marie Louise, but the idea of Josephine going off on a cruise of that kind breaks my heart.""No question about it," observed Dr.Johnson."We've got to do something if it is only for the sake of appearances.The question really is, what shall be done first?""I am in favor of taking a drink as the first step, and considering the matter of further action afterwards," suggested Shakespeare, and it was this suggestion that made the members unanimous upon the necessity for immediate action, for when the assembled spirits called for their various favorite beverages it was found that there were none to be had, it being Sunday, and all the establishments wherein liquid refreshments were licensed to be sold being closed--for at the time of writing the local government of Hades was in the hands of the reform party.

"What!" cried Socrates."Nothing but Styx water and vitriol, Sundays? Then the House-boat must be recovered whether Xanthippe comes with it or not.Sir Walter, I am for immediate action, after all.This ruffian should be captured at once and made an example of.""Excuse me, Socrates," put in Lindley Murray, "but, ah--pray speak in Greek hereafter, will you, please? When you attempt English you have a beastly way of working up to climatic prepositions which are offensive to the ear of a purist.""This is no time to discuss style, Murray," interposed Sir Walter.

"Socrates may speak and spell like Chaucer if he pleases; he may even part his infinitives in the middle, for all I care.We have affairs of greater moment in hand.""We must ransack the earth," cried Socrates, "until we find that boat.I'm dry as a fish.""There he goes again!" growled Murray."Dry as a fish! What fish, I'd like to know, is dry?""Red herrings," retorted Socrates; and there was a great laugh at the expense of the purist, in which even Hamlet, who had grown more and more melancholy and morbid since the abduction of Ophelia, joined.

"Then it is settled," said Raleigh; "something must be done.And now the point is, what?""Relief expeditions have a way of finding things," suggested Dr.

Livingstone."Or rather of being found by the things they go out to relieve.I propose that we send out a number of them.I will take Africa; Bonaparte can lead an expedition into Europe; General Washington may have North America; and--""I beg pardon," put in Dr.Johnson, "but have you any idea, Dr.

Livingstone, that Captain Kidd has put wheels on this House-boat of ours, and is having it dragged across the Sahara by mules or camels?""No such absurd idea ever entered my head," retorted the Doctor.

"Do you, then, believe that he has put runners on it, and is engaged in the pleasurable pastime of taking the ladies tobogganing down the Alps?" persisted the philosopher.

"Not at all.Why do you ask?" queried the African explorer, irritably.

"Because I wish to know," said Johnson."That is always my motive in asking questions.You propose to go looking for a house-boat in Central Africa; you suggest that Bonaparte lead an expedition in search of it through Europe--all of which strikes me as nonsense.