Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1904-01-28

He hasn't hurried himself about it,
has he?" said Quincy; but why did
he come to your"
That's the strange part of it," Alice
replied. HE said he thoughtlessly
picked up a magazine at hotel where
he was staying, and his eye fell upon
my story, How He Lost Both Name
and Fortune. He read it. and sought
me out, to ask if it were fiction. or
whether it was founded on some true
incident, He was quite disappointed
when told him it was entirely work
Of the Imagination"
"Did he say what hotel?" asked
Quincy.
mo" replied Alice: "but why are
you so interested in total Stranger"
Then Quincy told the story of the
broken envelope-the little piece of
cloth--and the name, Linda Fernbor-
ough
Il must find him at once" said he.
"for have an impression that his
daughter must have been Indy Put
MANS real mother. You gave me my
reward. Alice, before my quest was
successful, but I gave my word to find
her for you and I shall not consider
myself fully worthy of you till that
word is kept"
"But what did your father and moth
er say?" broke in Aunt Ella.
my father took me to task" began
Quincy "for not being present at the
reception. but l told him l had to see
Culver on some political business.
Then he remarked that l missed a
very pleasant evening. He compli-
fnt.I 7, eli
as an entertainer, and expressed his
surprise that Bruce DOUGLAS, instead
of being young man, was young
and very beautiful woman. Yes, Aunt
Ella, he actually called my wife here
very beautiful young woman"
That is capital beginning!" cried
Aunt Ella. GO on, Quincy?"
"In order to continue the converse.
ton, / ventured the remark that Bruce
Il Douglas came from an ordinary coun-
! try family and one not very we'll off;
for which aspersion. humhly ask your
pardon, Mrs. Sawyer. Father replied
i that he thought that must have been
misinformed; that Bruce Douglas was
worth $4,000 in her own right, and he
added that she would become a very
A wealthy woman if she kept up her lit
erary activity"
what did sister Sarah say?" asked
/ Aunt Ella.
i "Well," said Quincy, .T resolved to
do something desperate. so asked !:
Doesn't she look countrified?' again
asking your pardon. Mrs. Sawyer" :
Il No" said mother "she has the re
and Is as correct in her speech as was
wi CIT
I. sit will come out all right" cried
Aunt Ella; and Quincy. kissing his
aunt and wife. and promising to write
j handbag and started forth in search
i When Quincy left his aunt's house
y he had not the slightest idea which
4 would be the best to turn his footsteps
at the Revere House. then he tried the
4 American house, but at neither place
was Mr. Peterborough a guest.
4 At the Quincy House the clerk was
+ busy with number of new arrivals
He had just opened a new hotel regis
ter, and the old one lay upon the coun
/. ter. Quincy took it up, and turning
over the leaves. glanced up and dowr
then, holding the book closer to his
eyes he read it again. There 1t was
under the date of September 10
"Mdme. Rose Archimbault and daugh
ter" The residence given in the
proper column was New York
! Quincy kept the book open at the
place where he found this entry unit
, the clerk was at leisure. He remem
bered Mdme. Archimbault and daugh
ter in general way He was sure
that they arrived from Europe the da,
that they came to the hotel, and hi
, was equally sure that they went tt
|; New York when they left. Wha
made him positive was that he remem
bered asking the young lady when she
wrote New York in the register if she
! had not just returned from Europe
J She said yes, but that her home was
/ in New York.
Quincy thanked the clerk, and start
, ed forth again in search of the elusive
: Mr. Peterborough. A visit to Young's
Parker's, and the fremont furnished
no clue, and Quincy was wondering
whether his search after all. was des
tined to be fruitless, when he though
of a small hotel in Central Court
which led from Washington street, {
, little south of Summer street.
1t was noted for it's English roas
beef, Yorkshire mutton chops, ant
musty ale. and might be Just the sor
of place that an English gentleman
7 would put up at, provided he had beer
informed of it's whereabouts.
: On his way Quincy dropped into the
} Marlborough, but Mr.. Fernborougl
had not been there, and Quincy mag
: ined that the little hotel in Contra
!, Court was his last hope.
+ His persistence was rewarded Mr.
, Peterborough was not only guest, bu
! he was in his room. Quincy sent III
) his card. and in very short time wal
! shown into the presence of COURT,
!. gentleman between 60 and 20 year
! of age. His face was smooth shaver
: and had firm but not hard expires
! sion. His eyes, however, showed tina
: he was weighed down by some sorrow
: which the unyielding expression of hi
= face indicated that he would bear il
J. silence rather than seek sympath.
! from others.
Il Quincy's story was soon told. TIL,
old gentleman listened with breath
less interest. and when at the clos
), Quincy said. What do you think?
1 Mr.. Peterborough cried. st must b.
she, my daughters child. There ar,
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