Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1908-04-09

\ Wellcut evening dress, his crush hat
beneath his arms, advancing down the
i gangway and putting his hand out
heartily to Max, enchanting
MY dear Barclay! Excuse me, but
| want very much few words with
you tonight, CT matter of great i'm
portance" The glancing 1T Marion,
he added: 81 trust that Mademoiselle
will forgive this intrusion?"
The girl glanced at the newcomer,
while her lover, taking the mans
hand said
my dear Adam, l, too, wanted to
see you, and intended to call tomor-
row. You are not intruding in the
least Here's seat. Allow me - in
troduce Miss Rolfe-Mr. Jean Jam"
The man of double personality bow
ed again, and passing Marion and, her
lover, seated himself at her side COM
mencing to chat merrily, and explain
ing that he had recognized Max from
the circle above. He had, it appeared,
been to Dover street an hour before,
and Maxs man had told him where
his master was spending the evening.
Marion rather liked him. Max had
already told her of this Frenchman
who spoke English SO well, and with
whom he was doing business. In his
speech he had the air and polish of
the true cosmopolitan, and he also
possessed keen sense of humour.
Presently Marion, glancing again
at he watch, declared that she must
leave. Max scarcely ever took her
home. He always put her into cab,
and she descended at the corner OF
the street off Oxford street, where
Cunnipgton's assistants had their big
barrick-like dwelling, and walked
home alone. 1t was her wish to do so,
and he respected It,
Therefore all three rose, and Max
went outside with her and put her in
to a cab, promising to meet her on the
following evening. In the hustle OF
Leicester Square at that hour, he could
not kiss her; but as their hands
grasped, their eyes met in glance
which both knew was one of trust and
mutual affection.
And so they parted, Max returning
to the lounge where the Frenchman,
Jean Adam, alias the Englishman John
Adams, awaited him.
They had drink at the American
bar, and then promenaded up and
down in the gay crowd that nightly
assemblies at that popular resort
Max nodded to one Or two men he
knew-clubmen and habitues like him
self, and then, after the show was
over, they took a cab down to the
Savory to supper.
The gay restaurant, with it's Grim
son carpet and white decorations was
crowded. To Gustave, who allotted the
tables, Max was well known, there
fore table for two in the left hand
corner of the big room-the table he
usually occupied-was instantly Sc
cured, and the couple who had en-
gagged it were moved elsewhere. In
the season Msx had supper there on
an average three nights week, for at
the Savory one meets all ones friends,
and there is always music, life. and
brightness after the theater, until the
licensing regulations cut of the mer-
riment 80 abruptly.
That night was no exception. The
place was filed to the over flowing
with the smart world, together with
many American visitors, the latest
musical-comedy actresses and their
male appendages, country cousins,
men whose names were household
words, and women whose pasts had
appeared in black and white in the
newspapers. A strange crowd, surely.
Half the people were known to each
other by sight, if not personally, and
the other half were mere onlookers.
filled with curiosity when Lord This
of Dolly That were pointed out to
them.
Max and Jean Adam were seated
with a bottle Of Krug between them
when the former exclaimed
"Well, how does our business?"
'"Thats the reason l wanted to see
you tonight" was his companions re
ply with just a slight French accent
II had some news from Constantinople
, today-conf1dential news from the
: Palace he added in an undertone
: bending across the table. 81 want yoU
to read 1t and give your opinion
And producing an envelope and letter
, on thin paper closely written II
French he handed it across to BAG
!, clay, as he added: Nov what is writ
. ten there is the bedrock fact,
t know from Independent inquiries
, have made in an entirely differen
| quarter"
t Between mouthfuls Of the perfectly
D cooked filet de sole placed before hin
Max read the letter carefully. 1t wa!
J. signed your devoted friend Osman,
r and was evidently from a Turkisi
Y official at the Yildiz Kiosk. Briefly
l. it was to the effect that the trade O
the Sultan for the construction of tn
e railway from Nisch in Servia to Sal
S Giovanni di Medua, on the Adriatic
Y was in the hands Of Muhil Pasha, on
n of his Majesty's most intimate officials
and had been granted to him TO
l. services rendered in the Asiatic PROV
), inces.
Muhil had offered to part with it TO
e twelve thousands pounds sterling, an
that the agent of a French compan
l. had arrived in Constantinople in orde
to treat with him. Muhil, however, ha
d no love for the French, since he wa
| Ottoman Ambassador in Paris FEY
# years ago, and got into disgrace there
d hence he would be much more read
to sell to an English syndicate.
The letter of Osman concluded
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