Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1908-06-02

ter Elisa my nice daughter, Elsa
who cook the Kinder Brust SO fine"
They passed out of the Square to-
gether, queer couple-one SO
strangely strong, so suggestive of
mysterious force, that he might have
sWooped down from another planet
on his companion, the weary, hunted
youth with the Christchurch cap and
the tattered clothes.
No one in the Square looked up as
they passed out, or they might have
thought of an eagle flying off with
hare in its claws. Fabin followed
Won Tarsenheim through a maze of
small, dingy streets behind Leicester
Square, SO much given up to foreign
ers, dust heaps and the rears of mu-
sic halls. They halted in front of a
shop which seemed to make a spec
lalty OF very pale yellow wigs, that
unnatural tint so dear to dolls and to
youths at the music hall age. Fabinan
thought of the barmaid who had
helped his decision. and reflected that
she must deal at this shop. Won Tar
senheim took out a latch key and
opened the narrow door to the right.
A staircase showed dimly at the end
of dark passage. 1t should have
seemed palatial to Fabian, after the
doss-house life, and the smell of
cooking lent an additional charm =
yet he shuddered as he left the Lon
don street and passed into the COM
monplace dwelling as condemned
criminals shudder when they pass
their own graves on the way to the
gallows.
Won Tarsenheim had not spoken
since they left the Square. He seemed
to be absorbed by thoughts which
carried him into remote regions. His
action with the latch key was quite
mechanical, but he seemed immedi-
ately conscious of the young mans
state of mind and his hesitation at
the door,
"Ah, ha! my friend, the ills we
know not of, Ell? These streets have
not been so kind that you should
cry to leave them. Wait till you see
my daughter, Elsa, who cook the Rim
der Brust so fine. Can you not smell
the good cooking?' He shifted ap.
preciatively through his long nose.
NO." replied Fabian, "the streets
were not kind. ought to be glad
enough to see the last of them; but
expect my nerves are bit off col
or"
ooh, yes, the nerves the poor
nerves! But wait, till you have a good
warm dinner, and long black cigar
in your mouth, while Elsa play us
music on the violin-then you will be
glad you have the nerves. They are
like children-the nerves." he con-
tinued, in his insinuating voice, as
they mounted the stairs. when they
cry, we are hungry, we are cold, we
are tired; we wish we had them not;
we would slap them and send them
to bed But when they carry mes
sages of the beautiful girl from the
eye to the brain, OF the grand music
from the ear, Of the good taste from
the palate-then we are pleased
with them, and pat the head"
And when they are being tortured
| by some wierd experiment? thought
| Fabian; but he did not say anything.
He did not want to express fear, lest
his strange captor liberate him.
| Won Tarsenheim opened door at
the first landing and they entered
room commonplace and shabby q
table laid for three, with a cheap
| lamp in the center, cane seated chairs
and small sideboard. All in keeping
with the street and shop below, but
not with the strange man who had
brought him Here.
Fabian had vaguely expected a
chamber of horrors, or palatial
Arabian Nights apartment.
Elsa! Where are you,. Elsa?" call.
ed Won Tarsenheim.
Cali right" answered voice from
an inner room, with slight foreign
information in the "r.'
81 have brought him the young
man / tell you Of and we are hun
cry"
Gail right Coming"
There was something soothing and
delicious in the voice. Theyoung man
felt that he would like to follow the
sound waves back to their source. He
watched the door eagerly.
| Won Tarsenheim took off his long
badly made frock coat and put on 6
smoking jacket, richly embroidered
oriental affair that harmonized fan
better with his general appearance
than the one he had discarded. '"rha
is better" he said, as he hung up the
frock coat in the closet. "That is
much better"
TELL me-" said Fabian anxiously
docs your daughter know about thi:
this experiment? Does she know
what am here for?"
81 tell Elsa I bring young mar
home as assistant. She think you hell
me in my experiments
That's all right then. say! coult
you lend me clothes brush"
"a clothes brush l have not, but,
reaching under the sideboard "her'
is fine backing brush. All, but thu
young are vain," he laughed, as Dare
made pathetic efforts to set hi
clothes to rights.
"By the way, you don't know m.
name yet. It's Crawley- Peter Craw
ley"
Peter Crawley. All, yes, the intro
duction the sacred introduction
mockingly.
1t is a nice name and he smile,
The young man threw the brush un
dor the table sc the gir1 aptere,