Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1912-01-23

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CHAPTER TX Continued. Pa.
I'm his man." said George. But
how the devil did this Mahomed ever
get into my room?"
Had Fortune dined downstairs in
stead Of alone in her room, events
might have turned out differently.
Ryanne had really written to George,
but not to Fortune. -
Mahomed, fatalist that he was, had
thrown everything upon the whirling
scales OF chance, and waited. Later,
he may have congratulated himself
upon his good luck. But it wasn't luck;
| it was the will of Allah that he, Ma.
homed should contribute his slender
share in working out the destinies OF
two young people. s. >.s
an adventure. He went so far as to
liked nothing better than a tistcuff.
The one mistake he made in his cal
culations was dress. Men didn't gen
orally 60 a-venturing in such finical
attire They wore bowlers and sack
coats and carried heavy walking-sticks.
The only weapons George had were
his two hands, now adorned with snug.
fitting opera-gloves.
He saw Mrs. Chedsoye, spoke to her,
inquired about Fortune, and was in
formed that she had dined in her room.
A case of doldrums, Mrs. Chedsoye
believed. ...
"rm in a peck of trouble" said
George, craving a little sympathy.
I'm what way?"' 4
"That rug I told you about Is gone"
What? Stolen?" --.-.
Eyes. Vanished into thin air.
That's too bad. OF course, the po-
lice will eventually find it for YOU"
I'm afraid that's exactly the trouble
I really darent put the case in the
hands of the police"
ooh, see." Mrs Chedsoye looked
profoundly sorry.
And here I am, due for Port Said
tomorrow.
That's the kind that bowls you
over" said the major. IF there is
anything I can do after you are
"Oh, shouldn't think of bothering
you. Thanks, though"
"You must have lost your key" sug-
gested Mrs. Chedsoye.
mo. It's been hanging UP in the
porter's bureau all day"
well, hope you find the rug" said
the major, with a sly glance at his
sister. i, A.
Thanks. I must be off. The chap
bought it of says that the official
guardian from Bagdad has arrived,
and that there's likely to be some
sport. I'm, to meet him at place
called the English-Bar. '@
"The English-Bar?" The major shook
his head "A low place, II remem.
ber"
And you are going dressed like
that: asked Mrs. Chedsoye.
Haven't time to change" He ex-
carriage.
THE play begins. Kate" whispered
the major. "This Hoddy Of ours is a
wonderful chap" -.a +,
Poor fellow" ra.Ea FL. G..
what; Hoddy?"
mo; rercival. He'll be very I'M
comfortable in patent-leather pumps"
The major laughed light-heartedly.
Il suppose We might telegraph for re-
servation on the Ludwig" Isl.
II shall pack at once. Fortune can
find her way to Mentone from Naples.
l am beginning to worry about that
girl. She has a temper; and she is
beginning to have some ideas" 81
Marry her, marry her How much
longer must preach that sermon?
She's growing handsomer every day,
too. Watch your, laurels, Kate"
Mrs. Chedsoye inspected her rings.
Meanwhile, George directed his
driver to 60 post-haste to the English
Bar. That he found 1t more or less
of dive in nowise alarmed him. He
had been in places Of more frightful
aspect. AS Ryanne had written him to
make Inquiries of the barmaid relative
to finding him, he did So She jerked
her head toward the door at the rear
George went boldly to it, opened it,
and stepped inside. s.
And vanished from the haunts Of