Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1912-01-04


skies and at sevens since that time.
Pandora Is eternal4y recurring, now
here, now there; she Is blonde some
timt3 and again she ia brunette;
and you may take it from George and
me that there Is always something
left in the casKet.
George closed the book and consult
ed his sailing list. In . short time
he would leave for Port Said, thence
to Naples, Christmas there, and homo
in January. Business had been rip
ping He would be- jolly glad to get
home again, to renew his comradeship
| with his treasures. And, by Jove!
there was one man who slapped him
on the shoulder, and he was no less
person than the genial president OF
the firm, his fathers partner, at pres
emit his own. II the old chap had had
daughter now - And here one
comes ut last to the bottom of the sack.
He had only one definite longing, q
healthy human longing, the only long
| ing worth while in all this deep, wide,
round old tc-: to love q woman and
| by her be loved.
i At exactly half after six the gentle
man with the reversible cuffs arrived;
CHAPTER II.
The carriage containing ~-.e gentle
man with tho reversible cuffs drew up
at the side entrance. Instantly the
Arab guides surged and eddied round
him; but their clamor broke against
composure as effective as granite.
The roar was almost directly succeed
ed by low gurgle, as of little waves
receding. The proposed victim had
not spoken q word; to Nthe Arabs 1t
was unnecessary; in some manner,
subtle and indescribable they recog-
nized a brother. He carried long,
cylindrical bundle wrapped in heavy
Of thick Irvine. His regard for this
bundle was one of tender solicitude.
for he tucked 1t under his arm, cum
bersome thoughitwas and waved aside
the carriage porter, who was, how
ever, permitted to carry in the kit bag.
The manager appeared. When
comes he not upon the scene? His
quick, calculating eye was not wholly
assured The strangers homespun
was travel-worn and time-worn, and
of cut popular to the season gone
the year before. No fat letter OF
credit here, was thafnot unreasonable
conclusion reached by the manager.
Still, with that caution acquired by
years of experience, which had cul-
minated in what is known as Swiss
diplomacy, he brought into being the
accustomed salutatory smile and in
quired If the gentleman had written
ahead for reservation, otherwise 1t
would not be possible to accommodate
him. "a .aE ,..t - -
T telegraphed," crisply.
"The name, If you please?"
"Ryanne; spelled R-y-a double.n g.
Have you ever been In County Clare?"
mo SIR The manag ger added a
question with the uplift of his eye
brows.
."Well," was the enlightening an
syer, you pronounce it as they do
there"
The manager scanned the little slip
of paper in his hand "Ah, yes; we
have reserved room for you, sir.
The French style rather confused me-"
This was not offered in irony, or sar-
casm, or satire; mining in Swiss
brain for the saving grace Of humor is
about as remunerative as the extrac-
ton of gold from sea-water. Never
theless, the Swiss has the talent of
swiftly substracting from a confusion
of ideas one point Of illumination;
there was quality to the strangers
tone that decided him favornbly. It
was the voice of man in the habit
of being obeyed; and in these days it
was the power of money alone that
obtained obedience to any man. Be-
You'd this, the same nebulous cogita-
ton that had subdued the Arabs out
side acted likewise upon him. Here
was brother. srs.s
"Mail?" "s.f
81 will see, SIR" The manager sum.
moned porter Room 208.''
The porter caught up the some
what collapsed kit-bag,, which had in
all evidence received some rough
usage in its time, and reached toward
the roll. Mr.. Ryanne interposed.
II will see to that, my man." terse-
ly. .s.=
Eyes, SIR"
Where is your guest-list?" de-
manded Mr.. Ryanne of the manager.
1.-THE head porter's bureau, sir. I
will see if you have any mail" The
manager passed into his own bureau.
It was rather difficult to tell whether
this man was an American or an Eng
lishman His accent was western, but
his manner was decidedly British. At
any rate, that tone and carriage must
be Fashioned by good English sover-
eigns, or for once his Judgment was at
fault. :
The porter dashed upstairs. Mr..
Ryanne, his bundle still snug under
his arm, sauntered over to the head
porter's bureau and ran his glance
up and down the columns Of visiting
cards. Once he nodded with approx.
al, and again he smiled, having dis
covered that which sent a ripple
across his sleeping sense of amuse-
ment Major Callahan, room FOG; For
tune Chedsoye, 205; George P. A.
Jones, 210.
HIN! the major smells of County
Antrim and the finest whisky in all
the isle Fortune Credsoye; that is a
pleasing name; tinkling brooks, the
waving green grasses in the meadows,
the kline in the water; the heeting
oh "a 11oxuc under tho oakaS a M Sforol a