Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1905-08-10
(Synopsis in Preceding Column.)
CHAPTER XXIII.-Continuedl.

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CHAPTER XXIII.-Continued)
ut wasn't anything Mr.. Brewster .
said young Conroy. II saw chance
to drop the big niger, and then it was
up to me to get her out Of the water"
You took big risk, Conroy, but you
made good with it. If it had not been
for you, my boy, they might have got
away with Miss Gray
Don't mention it, Mr.. Brewster; 1t
was nothing to do" protested Conroy
in confusion. "1'd do anything in the
world for you and for her."
what is the adage about casting
your bread upon the water and getting
it back again?" asked Rip Van Wrinkle
OF Joe Bragdon as they jubilantly 1ol-
lowed the procession below
There was no more sleep on board
that night. In fact, the sun was not
long in showing himself after the res
cuers returned to the vessel. The der-
ing attempt of Mohammeds emissaries
was discussed without restraint, and
pursuit and rescue. The event furnish
ed conversation food for days and days
among both the seamen and the pas
sen GERS. Dan DeMille blamed himself
relentlessly for sleeping through it all
and moped for hours because he had
lost magnificent chance to do some
thing" The next morning he proposed
to hunt for the sheik and offered to
lead an assault in person. An investi-
cation was made, and government Of
fcials tried to call Mohammed to ac-
count, but he had fed to the desert
and the search was fruitless.
Brewster refused to accept q share
Of the glory of Peggy's rescue, pushing
Conroy forward as the real hero. But
the sailor insisted that he could not
have succeeded without help-that he
was completely exhausted when Monty
came to the rescue. Peggy found it
hard to thank him gently while her
point, and her words of gratitude
sounded pitifully weak and insufficient
1T would have been the same had
anybody else gone to her rescue" he
mused dejectedly. she cares for me
with the devotion Of sister, and that's
all. Peggy, Peggy" he moaned, ''if
you could only love me, Pd-Pd-oh,
well, there's no use thinking about it.!
She will love some one else, Of course,
and-and be happy too. If she'd ap-
pear only one-tenth as grateful to me
! as to Conroy I'd be satisfied. He had
the luck to be first, that's all, but God
knows I tried to do It,"
Mrs. Dan DeMille was keen enough
to see how the land lay, and she at
once tried to set matters straight. She
was far too clever to push her cam
paign ruthlessly, but laid her founda-
lions and then built cunningly and Sc
curely with the most substantial mate
day. Her subjects were taking them
selves too deeply to heart to appre-
ciate interference on the part Of an out
slider, and Mrs. Dan was wise in the
| whims Of love-
| Peggy was not herself for several
days after her experience. and the
| whole party felt a distinct relief when
the yacht finally left the harbor and
steamed off to the west A cablegram
that came the day before may have
had something to do with Brewster
depression, but he was not the sort to
confess it. 1t was from Swearengen
Jones Of Butte, Mont, and there was
something sinister In the laconic adj
monition. 1t read:
| Brewster, U. S. Consulate Alexandria:
! Have a good time while good times
! last JONES
| His brain was almost bursting with
/ the hopes and fears and uncertainties
that crowded it far beyond it's ordinary
capacity. 1t had come to the point, II
| seemed to him, when the brains of a
dozen men at least were required tc
operate the affairs that were surgine
into his alone. The mere fact that the
end Of his year was less than two
months off and that there was more OF
less uncertainty as to the character OF
the end was sufficient cause for wor
ry, but the new trouble was infinitely
1 harder to endure When he sat dowr
i to think over his financial enterprises
his mind treacherously wandered off tt
Peggy Gray, and then everything wa;
hopeless. He recalled the courage anf