Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1910-07-30

| Look out!" laughed his companion.
Every Alaskan falls in love with
manicurist at some time or other. II
seems to be In the blood We are
going to have no matrimony, mind
you"
Lord! She wouldn't look at me,
said the fisherman, suddenly, assuming
a lobster pink.
That evening they dined as BELTS
men tust out from long incarceration
| In the North, first having tried I'M
successfully to locate Fraser: for the
rogue was bound to them by the In
tangible ties Of hardship and trail life,
and they could not bear to part from
him without some expression Of graft
! tude for the sacrifices he had made.
But he was nowhere to be found, not
even at train time.
THAT seems hardly decent" Boyd
remarked. He might at least have
said goodbye and wished us we'll"
when he's around he makes me
sore, and when he's away miss him"
said George. Hes probably out or
ganlzing something-or somebody"
At the station they waited until the
last warning had sounded, vainly hop
ling Fraser would put. tn an appearance
then sought their Pullman more
lpiqued than they cared to admit.
When the train pulled out, they went
forward to the smoking compartment.
tstill meditattng upon this unexpected
detection; but as they lighted their
cigars, a familiar voice greeted them:
Hello, you'll" and there was
Fraser grinning at.their astoniehment.
| @What are you doing hereT they
kcr1ed. eogether
! "Me2 Oh I'm ON my way East"
"WherSbouts Ea4s"
Chicago, amt It? thought that
twas what you said.~ He seated him-
Eself-and lighted another long cigar.
':Aresyon going tosC Chicago - George
kasled.
''sure! We've got to putsthss cam
merry deal over" The crook sighed
Iluxurtons}y and began to blow smoke
rings. Pretty nice train, amt it?"
YES" calculated Emer1un, unde-
cided whether to be pleased or an
gered at the fellows presence.
| (which Is your carr"
"Thts ona-same as yours. I've got
the drawing ROOM
what are you going to do In Chi
cagoT
ooh, I amt fully decided yet, but I
might do a little promoting Seattle
is too full of Alaskan snares.'
Emerson reflected for moment be-
fore remarkfng:
IT dare say you will tangle me up
in some new enterprise that will land
us both in jail, SO for my own protec-
ion I'll tell you what I'll do. have
noticed that you are good salesman
and IL you will take up something
! legitimate"
Legitimate! Fraser interrupted,
with indignation.k why, all my
schemes are Legitimate. Anybody can
4 examine them. II Ne don't like them.
he needn't go in. gt he weakens on
one proposition. I'm get something
that suits him oetteAS You've got me
i "If you want to handle something
honest. III let you place some Of this
cannery stock on commission.
Il don't see nothing attractive In
that when can sell stocks of my own
and keep all the money. Maybe I'll
organize cannery company Of my
own in Chicago"
III you do Boyd exploded.
VERY we'll! Don't get sore. ]
Eonly just suggested the possibility II
that is your graft, III think up some
thing better"
The younger man shook his head.
"Yoy are impossible" said he, "and
yet can't help liking you
Late into the night they talked,
Emerson oscillating between extreme
i volubility and deep abstraction. At
one moment he was as gay as pro-
spective bridegroom. at the next he
was more detected than q man under
sentence. And instead of growing
calmer his spirits became more and
more variable with the near approach
of the journeys end.
In Chicago, as In Seattle, Fraser ac-.
companied his fellow-travelers to
their hotel, and would have registered
lhimself under some high-sOunding
alias except for a whispered threat
| from Boyd. That young gentleman,
after seeing his companions COM
hortab1y ensconced, left them to tneir
own devices while he drove to the
tailor to whom he had teiegraphed,
returning in a short time CARRIED in
new clothes. He found Fraser SIP
ping solitary cocktail and visiting
with the bartender on the closest
terms Of intimacy.
"George?" said that one, in answer
to his inquiry. ooh, George has gone
on a still-hunt for manicure parlor.
Amt that rave? He's gone finger
mad. He'd ought to have them front
feet shod. He don't need manicurist;
what he wants Is blacksmith"
He is rather out Of his Latitude,
SO I wish you would keep an eye on
him. Boyd said.
"AH right! Ill take him out in the
park on leash, but II he tries to bite
'[anybody I'll have to muzzle him. He
Eain't safe in the heart Of great city;
he's menace to tho life and limb OF
every manicure woman who crosses
his path. You gave him an awful