Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1912-02-06
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formed, rose to the SURFACE and wer'
dissipated.
mo matter what the game has been
somehow or other, they've Dashed us
and we've lost out"
He emptied the glass and ordered
another. He and the bartender wer,
alone. .-..
After all, love is like money. IT.
| better to live frugally upon the in
terest than to squander the capital ant
60 bankrupt. And who cares, any
how?"
He drank once more, dropped half
sovereign upon the table, and pushed
back his chair. His eyes were blood
shot now, and the brown Of his Skin
had become slaty tint; but he walked
steadily enough into the reading-roon
where he wrote short letter. 1t was
not without perverted sense Of
humor, for smile twisted his lips
till he had sealed the letter and ad
dressed the envelope to George
Percival Algernon Jones. He stuffed II
into pocket and went out whistlins
''The Heavy Dragons from the opera
Patience"
Before the lighted window of skop
he paused. He swayed a little. From
n pocket of his new coat he pulled out
a glove. It was gray and small and
much wrinkled. From time to time ne
drew it through his fingers, staring
the while at the tawdry trinkets in the
shop-window. Finally he looked down
at the token. He became very still: A
moment passed: then he flung the
glove into the gutter, and proceeded
to his own hotel He left the letter
with the porter, paid his bill, and
went out again into the dark, chill
night. "
He was now what he had been two
months ago, the man who didn't care.
.. CHAPTER XIX. j,...- -
George and Fortune were seated at
breakfast. It was early morning. At
ten they were to depart for Jaffa, to
take the tubby French packet there to
Alexandria. They could just about
make it, and any delay meant a week
or ten days longer upon this ragged
and inhospitable coast.
"Ryanne has probably oversight.
After breakfast I'll go up and rout him
out. The one thing that really tickles
me-" George continued, as he pared
the tough rind from the skinny bacon,
lis we shan't have any luggage. Think
of the blessing of travelling without a
trunk or a valise or steamer-roll!"
without even a comb or a hair
brush"
\ tits great fun" George broke his
toast. .. --a-
And Fortune wondered. how she
should tell him. She was without any
toilet articles. She hadn't even a tooth
brush; and it was quite out Of the
question for her to bother him about
such trifles, much as she needed them.
She would have to live in the clothes
she wore, and trust that the ships
stewardess might help her out In the
absolute necessities.
Here the head waiter brought
George a letter. The address was
enough for George. No one but Ryanne
could have written it. Without excus-
ing himself, he ripped off the envelope
and read the contents. Fortune could
not resist watching him, for she
grasped quickly that only Ryanne
could have written letter here in
Damascus. At first the tan upon
Georges cheeks darkened- the sud-
den suffusion of blood; then it became
lighter, and the mouth and eyes and
nose became stern.
"Is it bad news"
1T all depends upon how you look at
it. For my part, good radiance to bad
Here, read it yourself"
She read: .[4
my Dear Percival:
y after all, l find that can not re-
concile myself to the dullness of your
I shall send the five
hundred to you when I reach New
York. With me it is as 1t was with
the devil. When he was sick, he vowed
he would be saint; and when he got
we'll, devil a saint was he. There used
to be a rhyme about it, but have for
gotten that. Anyhow. there you are.
feel that I am conceding a point IN
regard to the money. 1t is contrary to
the laws and bylaws of the United
Romance and Adventure Co. to refund
Still. intend to hold myself to 1t.
with hale affection,
"Ryanne.'
what 90 you tnlnk OF tnat! Oe-
manded George holly. II never did a
good action in my life that wasn't
served ILL., I'm soft duffer, If there
ever was one" .r. - '' !
Il shall never be ungrateful for your
kindness to me-" ..'--
ooh, hang It! You're different;
you're not like any other woman In
he world" he blurted; and imme-
iiately was seized with a mild species
If fright. ... ..>.-.s.>,
Fortune stirred her coffee and
1elicately scooped up the swirling
circles Of foam. 4.
"Old maids call that money he 4
said Understandings. eager to cover
up his boldness. "My mother used to
ell me that there were lots OF
in tea cup" !, -.
Tell me about your mother"
To him 1t was a theme never lack
ing in new expressions. When he
spoke Of his mother, It altered the
clear and boyish note In his voice. it
became subdued, reverent. He would
never be aught but guileless; 1t was
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