Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1909-03-02
"Tut tut, Will Won get on?"

tut, tut! Will you get on?"
| Secondly, want you to help us to
escape Calendar tonight. It is nee
essary that Miss Calendar should go
to Chiltern this evening, where she
has friends who will receive and pro-
tect her.
f'Mm-mm," commented their host,
meditative. "My faith!' he comment
ed, with Frightening eyes. "It sounds
almost too good to be true! And I've
been growing afraid that the world
was getting to be most humdrum
and uninteresting planet! 9 Miss
Calendar, l am widower of so many
years standing that had almost for
gotten l had ever been anything but
a bachelor. l fear my house contains
little that will be of service to young
| lady. Yet a room is at your disposal;
the parlor-maid shall show you the
way. And Philip, between you and me,
venture to remark that hot water
and cold steel would add to the at
| Effectiveness of your personal appear
ance; my valet will attend you In my
room. Dinner" concluded Brentwick
with anticipative relish, Twill be serv-
ed in precisely thirty minutes. l shall
expect you to entertain me with
| full and itemized account of every
phase of your astonishing adventure.
Later, we will find way to Chiltern."
Again he put hand upon the bell
pull. simultaneously Dorothy, and
Kirkwood rose.
"Mr Brentwick," said the girl, her
eyes starred with tear OF gratitude,
''I don't, really don't know how"
"My DEAR said the old gentleman
"you will thank me most appropriately
by continuing, to the best of your
ability. to resemble your mother more
remarkably every minute"
But t. began Kirkwood.
"You, my dear Philip, can thank me
best by permitting me to enjoy my
self; which I am doing thoroughly at
the present moment. My pleasure in
being invited to interfere in your
! young affairs is more keen than you
can we'll surmise. Moreover" said
Mr.. Brentwick, $50 long have I been
an amatuer adventurer that l esteem
it the rarest privilege to find myself
thus on the point of graduating into
professional ranks" He rubbed his
hands, beaming upon them. "And,"
he added, as maid appeared at the
door, 'I have already schemed me
scheme for the discontinue of our
friends the enemy a scheme which we
will discuss with our dinner, while the
heather rage and imagine vain
thing in the outer darkness"
Kirkwood would have fingered, but
of such inflexible temper was his host
that he bowed him into the hands Of
| a man servant without permitting him
| another word.
'Not a syllable he insisted. 81 pro-
test l am devoured with curiosity, my
dear boy, but have also bowels of
J compassion When we are we'll on
| with our meal, when you are strength
ened with food and drink, then you
may begin. But now-Dickle," to
the valet, edo your duty!"
Kirkwood, laughing with eXaspera-
ton, retired at discretion, leaving
Brentwick the master of the situation:
a charming gentleman with a will of
his own and way that went with it.
He heard the young mans footsteps
diminish on the stairway; and again he
smiled the indulgent melancholy smile
Of mellow years. YOUTH" he whis
pered softly Romance! And
now" with brisk change of tone as
he closed the study door, nov we are
ready for this interesting Calendar"
Sitting down at his desk, he found
and consulted a telephone directory;
but it's leaves, at first rustling briskly
at the touch of the slender and deli
cate fingers, were presently permitted
to lie unturned-the book resting open
on his knees the while he stared visit
fully into the fire.
A suspicion of moisture glimmered
in his eyes. Dorothy" he whispered
huskily. And little later, rising, he
proceeded to the telephone. . -
An hour and half later Kirkwood,
his selfrespect something restored by
a bath, shave and resumption Of
clothes which had been hastily but
thoroughly cleansed and pressed by
Brentwick's valet; his confidence and
courage mounting high under the
combined influence of generous wine,
, substantial food, the presence of his
hearts mistress and the admiration =
which was unconcealed-of his friend,
concluded at the dinner table, his mar
ration.
"And that" he said, looking up
from his savory. sis about ALL
Bravo" applauded Brentwick, eyes
, shining with delight
"All," interposed Dorothy in warm
, reproach. "but what he hasn't told"
(Which, my dear. is to accounted
/ for wholly by a very creditable mod
esty, rarely encountered in the young
men of the present day. 1t was, Of
, course, altogether different with those
of my younger years. Yes, Wotton?"
( Brentwick sat back in his chair, in
, Guiding an attentive ear to communi-
cation murmured by the butler.
Kirkwood's gaze met Dorothy S
t across the expanse of shining cloth
he deprecated her interruption with a
) whimsical twist of his eyebrows