The daily Gate City. [volume] (Keokuk, Iowa) 1855-1916, 1911-01-02
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The Adventures
Mr.. Peter Ruff
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Mr.. Vincent Cawdor,
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He viii he too busy to atssmp,
anythinS Of the sort Peter Ruiz de-
elarsd. OF course he msy not be
there. It may be the mersst fancy on
M part Al any rate. you may rely
upon il that he win not make any
oyertnres in public place like the
. Hilcn, Mr. Vincent Cawdor may be
curious sort OF person, but do not
fancy that he is fool. "
" Very WE'LL" Miss Brown said, II
viii GO
Be back soon after three" Peter
RUIZ said. 81 am going up to my
room to do my exercises. .
And afterwards? she asked.
l shall have my lunch sent in
he answered. Don't hurry back,
though. | shall not expect you till
quarter past three"
1t was few minutes past that time
when Miss Brown returned. Peter
Run was sitting at his desk, looking
as though he had never moved He
was absorbed in book of patterns
sent in by his new tailor. and he only
glanced up at her entrance.
Violet" he said, earnestly. come
In and sit down. / want to consult
you. There is new material here
sort OF mouse-colored cheviot.
wonder whether it would suit me?"
Violet was looking very handsome
and little flushed She raised her
veil and came over to his side
Put that stupid book away, Peter"
q + ~ all
the Milan
He leaned back In his chair.
All! " he said. 81 had forgotten!
Was Mr.. Vincent Cawdor there?"
Yes! she answered, still a little
breathless. There was some one else
there. too, in whom you are still more
interested"
He nodded.
" Go on" he said.
Mr.. Vincent Cawdor," she contin-
ued, came in alone. He looked Just
as Objectionable as ever, and he stared
at me till l nearly threw my wine
glass at him.
He did not speak to your" Peter
Ruff asked.
" was afraid that he was going
to-" Miss Brown said, but fortu-
.nately he met friend who came to his
table and lunched with him."
" A friend" Ruff remarked. Good.
What was he like?"
Fair, slight, Teutonic." Miss Brown
answered He wore thick spectacles.
and his mustache was positively
yellow"
Ruff nodded.
Go on" he said.
Towards the end of luncheon" she
continued, "an American came up to
them
An American" Peter Ruff inter-
rupted. How do you know that?"
Miss Brown smiled.
He was clean-shaven and he wore
neat clothes" she said He talked
with an accent you could have cut
with knife and he had a Baedeker
sticking out of his pocket. After
luncheon. they all three went away to
the smoke-room"
Peter Ruff nodded.
Anything else?" he asked.
The girl smiled triumphantly.
Yes!" she declared. There was
something else-something which I
think you will find interesting. At
the next table to me there was a man
alone. Can you guess who he was? .
John Dory." Ruff said. calmly.
The girl was disappointed.
You knew" she exclaimed.
Ny dear Violet he said. IL did
not send you there ON fools err
rand"
There's something doing, then? {"
she exclaimed.
There is likely" he answered,
yrimly. to be great deal doing! y
The two men who stood upon the
hill, and Peter Run who lay upon his
stomach behind huge boulder, looked
upon new thing.
Far down in the valley from out OF
black shed-the only sign of mans
handiwork for many miles-it came
something gray at first, moving
slowly as though being pushed down
a slight incline, then afioat in the air,
gathering speed-something between
a torpedo with wings and a great pre-
historic insect. Now and then it de-
scribed strange circles. but mostly it
came towards them as swift and as
true as an arrow shot from bow.
The two men looked at one another
the shorter. to whose cheeks the Cum
berland winds had brought no trace
of color. gave vent to a hoarse ex-
clamation
He's done 1t! /" he growled.
Wait: " the other answered.
Over their heads the thing wheeled,
and seemed to stand still in the air.
The beating Of the engine was so faint
that Peter Ruff, from behind the
boulder. could hear all that was said.
A man leaned out from his seat-a
man with wan cheeks but blazing
eyes.
Listen" he said. Take your
glasses There-due north-can you
see steeple?"
The men turned their field-glasses
In the direction towards which the
other pointed
Yes," they answered.
IT is sixteen miles, as the crow
flies, to Barnham Church-thirty-tw
miles there and back. Wait! .
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