New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1914-03-22

But you've never been there.
"I-what-"
You've never been at Rakedale Hall.
Why? Because you're not Allan narrowly
that's why!"
\ dcathlv silence fell. Only little travel
ing clock on the mantcl was artlculate.
absurd ridiculous" cried Lord Har-
rowby.
Talk about impostors!7 cried George,
his spirit and his courage sweeping back:
"Yourc one yourself. wish I'd got good
look at YOU sooner. I'd have put stop to
all this. Allan Fiarrowby. eh? guess not.
| guess I'd know my own brother II | saw
him. guess know the Harrowby features:
| give YOU twcnty-four hours to get out OF
town you blooming fraud
"Thc mans crazy Allan narrowly
cried. "raying mad! He's an impostor.
This is a trick Of his" he looked helplcSsly
round the circle. In every face he saw
doubt. questioning. "Good Heavens, you're
not going to listen to him? He's come here
to prove that he's George IIarrowby. Why
doesn't he do it?
"I'll do it," said George sweetly, when |
meet a real Iarrowby. In the meantime |
give YOU twcnty-four hours to get out OF
town You'd better 60.
Victorious, George turned toward the
door Trimmer, lost between admiration
and doubt, turned also.
take my advice" George proclaimed.
"Alake him prove who he IS. That $ the I'M
portant point now. What does it matter to
YOU who am? Nothing. Bat 1t matters
a lot about him. Make him prove that he's
Allan IIarrowby!"
And. with the imperious manner that he
l. on
George Harrowby left it. Trimmer, eclpSed
for once. trottcd at his side.
"Sav." cried Trimmer in the hall, rs that
on the level? Isn't he Allan Harrowby?'
Il should say not" said George grandly.
Doesn't look ANYTHING like Allan
Trimmer chortlcd IN glec. Great stun.
he cried. Il guess We tossed a bomb, en-?
Now well run him out Of town.
"Oh, no, said George. "Wc.vc done Our
worl; here. Let's go over to London now
and see the patcr. art,
THAT we will" cried Trimmer. That
we will, BY Cad! I'm proud OF you today,
Lord lIarrowby.
INSIDE Allan Harrowby's suite three
pairs Of questioning eyes were turned on
that harasscd noblcman. He hdgctod m ms
chair. sly lN l'4NttNiNN4' 49,
bluff. YOU know
"NIavbc," said old Spencer Mcyrick, ris-
ing: but, IIarrowby,-or whatever your
name is.-thcrc's altogether too much three
ring circus about this wedding to suit me.
Nv patience is exhausted, Sir-clean eX-
halstcu Things look queer to mc-have
right along. I'm more than inclined to be-
licvc what that fellow said.
But. my dear sir. that chap is rank I'M
postor There wasn't a word OF truth IN
what he said. Cynthia-you understand
why, ycs-I suppose so, the girl replied
You are Milan Harrowby, aren't you:
My dear girl-of course am.
Nevertheless, said Spencer Mcyuck
with decision, I'm going TO call the wedding
of again. Some Of your actions haven't
made much Of hit with me. I'm going to
call it of until YOU come to me and prove
that YOU re Allan Harrowby-a Lord IN
good and regular standing, with all dues
paid
~But-confound it, Sir-a gentleman's
word -
Mr. Meyrck,7 put in AIinot, may be
allowed to say that | consider your acton
has,v?"
And NAV be allowed to ask what affair
this is Of yours" demanded Aleyrick holly.
Father" cried Miss Mcyrck. please
DO not be harsh with Mr.. \linot. His heart
.... 80, my ma --i4 40 wit IN ord