Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1907-10-29
ALADDIN of LONDON
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,ur address, miss-but I did not

turned away as though not wishing
! to look the man in the face--a gss
| ture which Alban's quick eyes In.
stantly perceived
| Fellows, on the other hand, per.
mleted smile to Turk for an instant
about the corners OF his mouth be-
fore he said
Il understood that Captain For.
rest was at Brighton, miss"
| The girls face clouded perceptibly
and she loosened her cloak and threw
| 1t from her shoulders as though 1t
had become an insupportable burden.
If he calls tomorrow I do not wish
to see him Please tell them ALL
will not see him."
The butler smiled again but ans
wered, Eyes. miss
Anna Gessner herself, still hesitat-
Ing upon the threshold suddenly re-
membered another interest and refer
red to 1t with no less ardor.
ooh, that reminds me, Fellows. Has
my father spoken again Of that dread
full silly business?"
Concerning the young gentleman
miss?"
She heard him with unutterable
contempt.
""The beggar boy that he wishes to
bring to this house Did he speak of
him tonight /"
Fellows came step nearer and,
hushinE his voice, he said, with Il
servants love Of dramatic reply:
Mr.. Kennedy is in the garden now
miss-indeed, I think he's sitting
near the vestibule"
She looked at him astonished. Ugly
passions Of disappointment and
thwarted desire betrayed themselves
in the swift turn and the angry purs-
ing Of her lips OF her fathers In
tentions In bringing this beggar boy
to the house, she knew nothing at
all. 1t seemed to her one of those
mad acts for which no sane apology
could be offered.
HE is here now, Fellows! > Who
brought him them"
"Mr. Geary-at six O'clock"
"Mr. Geary Is, hateful busybodv
Il suppose / must speak to the
boy"
Il think that Mr.. Gessner would
wish it, miss
She hesitated brief instant, her
annoyance giving battle to her
| fathers well.known desire Curiosity
in the end helped her decision She
must see the object Of charity SO
eccentric.
you say that he is in the garden q
she continued, taking two step across
the vestibule.
But this time Alban answered he,
himself.
The beggar boy is here he said.
He had risen from his chair an6
the two confronted each other in the
aureole of light cast out from thu
| open window. Just twenty-four hours
ago, Alban had been sitting by little
Lois Boriskoff's side in the second
gallery at the Aldgate Empire To
! night he wore suit Of good dress
i clothes, had diner at a millionaire
table and already recovered much 81
that polish and confident name,
which an English public school rare
ly fails to bestow. Anna Gessner, Ii
! her turn, regarded him as though h
were the agent of trick which hat
been played upon her. To her amaze
ment hot flush Of anger succeeded
| She knew not how to meet him CT
what excuses to make.
my father has not told me tb.
TRUTH" she exclaimed presently. g.
am sorry that you overheard me
but | said what meant. If he hat
| told me that you were coming"
Alban sood before her quite I'm
abashed. He understood the circum
stances and delighted in them.
Il am glad that you meant it. he
rejoined, "of course, it is in some
| way true. Those who have. no money
are always beggars to those who
have. Let me say that don't know
at all why am here, and that
shall go unless find out. We neeG
not quarrel about It at ALL
Anna however, had recovered he,
| composure. Mistress of herself to s
remarkable degree when her passions
were aroused, she suddenly held out
| her hand to Alban as though she
would apologize-but not by tbs
| spoken word.
"They have played a trick upor
me-" she cried II shall have it ou
with Mr.. Geary when he comes. o.
course l am sorry My father sail
that you were a distant relative, bu
he tried to frighten me by telling M
| that you lived in Whitechapel an
were working in factory. I was
| silly enough to believe it-you woult
have done SO yourself"
Most certainly-for 1t is quite
true. I have been living in White
chapel since my mother died and
worked in a factory until yesterday
II you had come here few hours
back you would have run away form
the beggar boy or offered him six
pencil wonder which it would have
| been"
She would not admit the truth of il
and little pevishly contested hel
| point
81 shall never believe it. This is
Just the kind of thing Mr.. GearI
would do. He is the most foolist
man / have ever known. To leave
you all alone here when he brought
you as a stranger to our house.
wonder what my father would say t:
that"
She had drawn her cloak about
her white throat again and scatter
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