Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1905-08-30

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was sure Of that, and set about some
other business now that the music hall
was flourishing. 1t was at this point
that Lola demanded q weeks holiday.
kowlaski whimpered. He usually did
SO to make people think he was weak,
but under his apparent weakness he
was possessed of an iron strength.
Having great experience with WON
en-, he thought to control Lola, but she.
being gifted with superlative temper,
laughed in his face All his cleverness
could not make her swerve from the
point. II want week to myself" she
said doggedly. They were talking in
French, as Kowlaski could swear more
easily in that tongue and wanted free
dom of speech
but, my dear child"-Kowlaski was
always paternal-"it will not do. You
are the draw, and If you so out Of the
bill the people will not come to my
house"
81 don't care want a week, and a
week will have"
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That's my business.
Kowlaski tried reproaches. "If you
were grateful woman
''Ah, bnh! What Of gratitude? You
wanted me or would you have seen me
die in the gutter"
Kowlaski began to whirnper. "You
will ruin me, my dear. 1t cannot be
DONE" ~
ut must be. want it to be DONE"
In the face Of this obstinacy kow-
laslli gave ill., But first of all he tried
threats, and Lola threatened to throw
a chair at him. He finally agreed that
she should have her week, aud Lola
walked out Of the Office without thank
ing him. That was the last he saw of
her for seven days.
He made the most of her absence,
declaring that she had been called
away to nurse a dying mother and
would reappear with a broken heart to
keep her engagements with the public.
Bawdsey saw this notice.
1t was the first be had heard of
Lola's escapade, and he went at once
to her rooms in Bloomsbury to ask
where she was going. Lola had al
ready gone and, according to the land.
lady, had left no information as to her
whereabouts.
Bawdsey was disappointed. He saw
to hide her trail and that there was
not much chance Of finding her. How
ever, he went to see Kowlaski. The
manager began to talk of the dying
mother, and Bawdsey shut him up.
Rubbish! That's for the public.
want to know where she is.
My dear, do not know" said
Kowlaski, and for the first time in his
wicked old life he told the truth.
Not. to be beaten, Bawdsey sought
ont George Brendon. But George was
as ignorant as the manager and the
landlady.. II haven't the slightest
idea," he said when Bawdsey asked,
land, to tell you the truth, don't see
why you should try to find out. !
don't see what right you have to con-
troll her movements"
did she write and tell you where
she was going?"
"No, and, If she had done so
should not tell you" replied George,
annoyed by the mans persistence.
"You may as well be civil to me, Mr..
Brendon. You know that I am your
friend"
.Oh, I've heard all that before. But
people who talk much of friendship
and gratitude are generally humbugs."
II am not" said Bawdsey quietly.
"See here, Mr.. Brendon. Lola is in
love with you
That's my business. Leave it
alone"
Bawdsey took up his hat. ooh, very
well. If you will not be civil cannot
help you to learn who killed your ia
ther."
"Whatw George sprang from the
table at which he was writing and
seized the mans arm. do you know
thaty'
Gently, Mr.. Brendon. No. do not
know, but
"Then what do you mean by say
ing
1--WE had better have a chat" said
Bawdsey and sat down. But 1 wish
to know where stand. Lola loves
you. Do you love herr"
NO" said Brendon, seeing that he
would have to humor the man. Il am
engaged to marry Miss Ward"
"Will you help me to marry Lola ?"
Willingly. though, to tell you the
truth, I know very little about you,
and to make that girl marry you
"Oh, Lola can look after herself.
Mr.. Brendon. II she becomes my wife
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