Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1908-04-21
c. E. Brooks, e1ss Brooks Bldg, Mar
shall, Mich.

Snail, Mich.
fair the other night aroused some cur.
iosity-Im certain of it."
Among a few common passers-by
Bah! my dear Levi, they don't know
anything"
"But they may talk. The house has
already got bad name, you know"
We'll, that's surely not my fault,
cried the old man with fiery flash
in his eyes. "It's more your fault for
acting so Internally suspiciously and
mysteriously. know quite well what
people say of me"
"a good deal that's true" declared
old Levi in open defiance of the man
in whose service he had been SO long.
Sam Statham grinned. 1t was a sub.
ject which he did not wish to dis
cuss.
"You can go to bed, Levi. I'll open
the door," he said to the man who
was his janitor.
who's coming?" inquired Levi alb
ruptly.
"a friend. l want to talk to him
seriously and alone"
What's his name?"
Don't be so Internally inquisitive
Levi. Go to- bed, l tell you," he croak-
ed with a commanding wave of his
hand
The servant never thwarted his
masters wishes. He knew Sam Stat
ham too we'll. A strange smile played
about the corners of his mouth, and
he looked around to see that the
| whisky, syphons and glasses were on
foh 4. ~
grace said:
Very well-good night" and, bow
ing, retired.
When the door had closed the old
millionaire ground his teeth, mutter-
ing:
You must always poke your infer
nal long nose into my affairs. But this
matter I'll keep to myself just for
once. I'm tired of your constant inter-
ference and advice. All" he sighed.
How strange life is! Samuel Stat
ham, millionaire, they call me. saw
it in the Pail Mall tonight. Rather
Sam Statham, pauper--the Pauper of
Park Lane! All! If the public only
knew! II they only knew" he gasp.
ed, hating suddenly and staring wild
ly about him. What would be my flu
ture-what will it be when my enc
mics, like pack Of wolves, fall upon
me and tear me limb from limb? Yes.
yes, they'll do it II am unable to
save myself
"But why need l anticipate failure?
What does the sacrifice of one WON
an matter when IL will mean the as
surance of my future-my salvation
from ruin?a he went on, speaking to
himself in low hoarse voice. tits
a thing cannot tell Levi. He must
| find it out He will-one day-when
the police inquiries give him a clue -
and he snapped his thin white fingers
nervously and glanced at the clock in
apprehension.
He threw down his cigar, for it had
| gone out long time ago. Sam Stat.
hams life had been made up of many
crises, and one of these he was pass.
ing through on that hot, GREATNESS
night after the motor buses had ceas.
ed their roar in Park Lane and tink.
ling cab bells were few and far be.
/ tween.
| One o'clock, the sound of the gong
aroused him, and, walking to the win
dow, raised one of the Stats of the
/, Venetian blinds and peered out upon
the pavement where SO recently he
had recognized that man risen from
the grave-the man Jean Adam.
He stood behind the blue brocade
curtains, watching eagerly The pas
sers-by were few-very few. Lower
class London was mostly at Margate
and Ramsgate. while 'the West End
was totally absent, in Scotland or al
the sea.
He was wondering if Levi had re
ally gone to bed. or was he lurkins