Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1912-07-09

should not think It 90 very dimcult
q thing for a man to hide somewhere
In this big country. or this big city,
no matter who knew his name. In
fact, It's done all the time. should
say that the principal thing you need
ed now was money I'm = sociologist
IT, you will, Mr.. Ellsworth, but I don't
think that I'm . socialist, not very
radical one at any rate. Money 10 q
good defense and q good weapon; IN
fact, have . great respect for It.
That's all very we'll" said. but
where am going to get it?''
That's TO-" the old gentleman
sighed, where are you going to get
III For that matter, Mr.. Ellsworth,
don't you think this 10 q pretty hope.
less search? Even II you could ind
Miss Bond-or shall we call her Mrs.
Ellsvorth--would she care to return
with you, or, even should she return,
would 1t be greatly to your advan-
tage? Could she have disappeared,
do you think, without some conniv-
ance, or at least certain acquiesc-
ence, Of her own? What makes you
believe that she did not leave OF her
own accord, that she did not really
write the note you say you found, that
even should you md her, she would
be willing to RETURN
because, Mr.. Ogilby." said. be
cause love her more than anything
else in the world, and because she
has told me that she loves me-"
DO you think that that 10 q good
reason!" he asked.
i Don't your =.
The old gentleman got up from his
chair and leaned over me, putting
both hands on my shoulders.
4"I think, Mr.. Ellsworth" he said,
that it's the very finest reason 10
the world, and I think, too, that you're
a man after my own heart.
He Strengthened up and paced the
room with nervous strides, sinking
finally into his chair again. Both OF
US sat in silence. The Mino bird,
still wet, came In from the next room
and hoped up to shake his draggled
plumage on. the table. One OF the
cana RES TITLED into a soft little un-
dertone of song.
Yes said the old gentleman at
last "a man after my own heart" and
blew his nose violently.
could make 40 answer. His sym
patty was grateful to ME. but after all
I had only told my story to an OLD
eccentric, who lived at the top OF
tenement house and played at study
ing the world. That he seemed to
know the Bonds was OF little advan.
tage to me, unless he could-or would
show me the identity Of the man
In the brown derby.
well, WE'LL" said the old gentle.
man, here I've been letting you SIT
and worry You must forgive me-
You must hear this new Caruso rec
ord. I find the photograph very
soothing"
i smiled weakly in my disappoint.
ment and made as II to get to my feet
but he waved me back.
~ won't be moment" he said.
! The record .cnce going. he went into
his bed room aagin, leaving me alone
to my disappointment and the delights
OF the phonograph. ! sat with my
face buried In my gloved hands try
ins to puzzle some sense into my
world. The wonderful tenor voice q
the singer rose and feu, thrilling with
the ectasy OF love triumphant. and
az the last note died away there came
soft step behind me and the old gen
tleman's hand was laid again upon my
shoulder. X.
"Fine, It is not?" he whispered. u
could not bear to interrupt. But, my
friend. YOU have work before you. We
shave work before US both, and we'd
better be setting about It," Al he
spoke he laid before me on the table
a. roll Of yellow money. That's what
you need most, Just at present." ne
said.
CHAPTER XVII.