Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1906-12-22
The language L fear, is mostly my.

The language 1 fear, is mostly my
own.
The detective had just been with
MT. Grey to the coast of Maine. Why
there. will presently appear. His task
had been to follow this gentleman,l
and follow him he did.
Mr. Grey was very stately man.
difficult Of approach, and was alb.
sorbed, besides, by some overwheln1-
Ing care. But this fellow was one in
Thousand and somehow, during the
Trip, ne managed to do him some little
service, which drew the attention Of
the great man to himself This done
he SO improved his opportunity that
the two were soon on the best al
trems, and he learned that the Eng.
lshman was without a valet, and. he.
Ing unaccustomed to move about with.
out one, felt the awkwardness of his
position very much. This gave Sweet.
water his cue, and when he found that
the services of such man were want.
ed only during the present trip and
for the handling of affairs quite apart
from personal tendance upon the gen.
tleman himself, he showed such an
honest desire to fill the place, and
made out to give such good account
OF himself, that he found himself en-
gagged for the work before reaching
c. -
This was great stroke Of luck, he
thought, but he little knew how big
a stroke or into what series Of ad.
ventures 1t was going to lead him.
once on the platform of the small
station at which Mr.. Grey had hidden
him to stop, he noticed two things:
the utter helplessness Of the man In
all practical matters and his extrems
anxiety to see all that was going on
about him without being himself seen.
There was method in this curiosity.
too much method. Women did not
interest him in the least. They could
pass and repass without arousing his
attention, but the moment man
stepped his way, he shrank from him
only to betray the greatest curiositv
concerning him the moment he left ft
safe to turn and observe him. All Of
which convinced Sweetwater that the
Englishman's errand was in connec-
ton with a man whom he equally
dreaded and desired to meet,
OF this he was made absolutely cerr
tain little later. AS they were leav.
intg the depot with the rest Of the arA
rivals, Mr.. Grey said: !
want you to get me room at ai
very quiet hotel. This done, you are
70 hunt up the man whose name you
will find written in this paper. and
when you have found him, make up
your mind how 1t will be possible for.
me to get a good look at him without
his getting any sort Of look at me.
Do this and you will earn a weeks
salary in one day."
SWeetwater, with his head In airs
and his heart on fire-for matters
were looking very promising indeed.
took the paper and put 1t in his peck.
ct; then he began to hunt for a hotel.
Not till he had found what he wished
and Installed the Englishman in hisI
room, did hei venture to open the
precious memorandum and read the
name he had been specializing over for
an hour. 1t was not the one he had,
anticipated, but it came near to 1t. It'll
was that Of James Wellgood
Satisfied now that he had a. ticklisarj
matter to handle, he prepared for It..
with his usual enthusiasm and circum.
spection.
Sauntering out into the street, he
strolled first toward the post-oface.
The train on which he had Just come
had been a mail-train, and he caIou.
lated that he would find half the town
there.
His calculation was correct one.
The store was crowded with people.
| Taking his place in the line drawn up
| before the postoffice window, he.
awaited his turn, and when 1t came
shouted out the name which was his.
one talisman-James Wellgood.
The man behind the boxes was used
to the name and reached out hand
toward box unusually well stacked.
but stopped halfway there and gave
Sweetwater sharp look. s.
''Who are your" he asked;
"A stranger" that young man put III
volubly, looking for James Wellgood.
thought, perhaps, you could tell me
| where to find him. see that his let-l
tiers pass through this Office
You're taking up another mans
time" complained the postmaster. He,
probably alluded to the man whose
elbow Sweetwater felt boring into his
back. "Ask Dick over there; he knows
him."
| The detective was glad enough to
escape and ask Dick But he was bet.
ter pleased yet when Dick-a fellow
| with a squint whose hand was always
in the sugar-told him that Mr.. Well
good ould probably be in for his mall
in few moments. ''That is his buggy
| standing before the drugstore on the.
opposite side of the way"
So! he had netted jones' quondam
waiter at the first cast! Lucky. was
what he said to himself, "still lucky!'.
Sauntering to the door, he watched
Tor the owner of that buggy. He had
j learned, as such fellows do, that there
was secret hue and cry after this
very man by the New York police;
that he was supposed by some to be
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