Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1908-06-27

ter's afternoon, about six months after
Fabian Dare's arrival at Donoyle. He
had gun over his shoulder, and a
brace of woodcock in his game-bag,
which he had shot in the glen on his
way to the tower. The old door bell
| came off in his hand, SO he had re-
course to the knocker There was
4 plenty Of time to look about him and
note in wall and window-sill the en-
croachments of moss, and ivy, and
fern, which the dampness of winter
had stimulated into the most vivid Of
green. AS no one came to the door,
Lord Ancestor knocked again, and
again; then, from an old crumbling
tower to the left, jackdaws came fly
! ing and chattering through the jag
ged loopholes, and out of one of these
openings he saw a bearded face thrust
for moment, and withdrawn; face
which tailed with the description
Vandraken had given him of Won Tar
senheim. Almost Immediately he
heard a bell ring inside the house.
This was followed by sound of bolts
being withdrawn and bars being taken
down, then the door was opened by
one of the Hindu servants, who sal
aamed and admitted him. The hall,
which had an arched stone ceiling and
tagged floor, had been
fitted up as a living room,
| by the introduction of some
cheap modern furniture, curiously out
of keeping with the medieval archi-
lecture and the bits of rusty armour
and the antlers on the wall. The
Hindu pointed to a wicker chair by
the log fire, and left the room by
means of corkscrew staircase in the
back wall; and after lapse of time
which made Lord Ancestor begin to
pace the hall impatiently, Won Tar.
senheim appeared in the room by the
same staircase, standing in the en-
brasure of the wall to study the face
of his guest. Lord Ancestor stopped
his nervous promenade and did the
same by his host for moment; then
he said. brusquely: 81 suppose you
are Abdul Won Tarsenheim?"
| Just as you like ABOUT that; but
you are the man was the means Of
sending a friend of mine to about
some devilish invention of yours 1
wish I'd shot myself before l did, but
it's too late to think of that now
What I have come to do is make
you put stop to the Internal bust
ness of restoring to my friend the
conscience and the moral sense you
have robbed him Of"
Robbed him Of" repeated Won
Tarsenhein, maliciously, as he came
forward. "But no. did but help
your friend lend his conscience to an
other man. 1t is quite safe, I assure
YOU Does he want it back, your
friend? He is disappointed yes?"
Having no moral sense, he does not
wish 1t back; but as l feel the awful
responsibility for all the evil which
has resulted from this cursed hypno-
tism of yours, l am going to make
him take 1t back. l am not rich
man, but I'll give you all l can scrape
together if you will undo this beastly
operation. suppose you CAM"
"Oh, yes" answered Won larsen
helm, affably 1T is quite easy"
That's all right" said Lord An.
cester, in relieved voice. whats
your price? How mucn money, do you
want?'
LET us sit down by the nice warm
fire." replied Won Tarsenheim, in his
insinuating voice, as he took chair
and motioned his guest to another
Money! Am l a fool, that / should
want more money when I have
enough already? have not that form
of madness. No, no! To see your
| invention work out-that is the real
price the inventor wants Was it the
gold itself that the old alchemists
wanted? 1 tell you no! And so it Is
with me. Money to live on, to make
new inventions with. yes; but the real
reward-to see the face of saint
bearing the record of satyr. to know
that have juggled with the law OF
cause and effect, tempered with the
vibrations which connect soul and
body. crossed the invisible wires
which link up star and star, forced
my way to the power house of the uni
verse and played tricks with the ms
chinery-that is to feel power-to be
as the gods!'
That thought Lord Ancestor, as
he noted the CLEAN in his hosts eye
lis the way they talk in lunatic asy
lums.' Then he said, calmly "Al
the same, even if you do not care
about money, I must ask you to name
price for undoing your work, and /
is getting late; the afternoons are
. short. Come! What are YOU
terms?"
mot money. my friend but have
a little experiment wish to make tt
prove new invention of mine Nov
you have just the soul-and it is or
the star I can easiest reach-if YOU
will let me use it
Lord Ancestor jumped to his fee
and slid his hammerless-ejector gun
to full cock. An impulse to put 4,
end to the evil creature almost over
mastered him. II Won Tarsenhein
had shown fight, or tried to move, h,
would probably have tried to follow
: his impulse; but the hooking smil,
opposite never changed, and his fo
: spoke over his head. in Hindustani, t,
someone behind him.
Excuse me that I speak in for
eign language" he said to Ancestor
II did but tell my servant he nee,
not kill you-the gun is not loaded"
: Lord Ancestor hurriedly opened tn
breech to see, and out flew the cart
ridges. Then the gun was snatche,
0l1t Of his hands and was hol