Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1914-04-14

fear was in his face. The mayor shook
himself as though he would be rid
forever of the coward hanging on his
arm.
Hush up, can't you?" he said. I'll
see you through"
| You got to- Lou Max walled.
| Miss Rhodes story went oH to tell
how Hayden refused to phone the COM
bination; how the mayor and Max
dynamited the safe and secured the
precious package, only to lose 1t in an
other moment to a still different con-
tingent at the inn; how Hayden had
come. of his suicide when he found
that his actions were in danger of ex-
posare--"a bitter smile for kendrick
| in that" reflected Magee-and how
finally. through a strange series of ac-
cidents, the money came into, the hands
of the writer for the Star. These ac-
cidents were not given in detail.
IAN amusing feature of the whole
affair."" said Miss Evelyn Rhodes. was
the presence at the inn of Mr.. William
Hallowell Magee, the New York writer
of light fiction, who had come there
to escape the distractions of great
lefty, and to work in the solitude, and
|who Immediately on his arrival be.
came involved in the surprising drama
of Baldpate.'
I'm an amusing feature reflected
Magee.
"Mr. Magee," continued Miss Rhodes
''will doubtless be one of the states
&hD nct
Carean comes to trial, as will also
Professor Thaddeus Bolton, holder OF
the Crandall Chair of Comparative
Literature at Reuton University, and
Mr.. David kendrick, formerly Of the
Suburban, but who retired six years
ago to take up his residence abroad.
The latter two went to the inn to rep
resent Prosecutor Drayton, and made
every effort in their power to secure
the package of money from the re-
porter of the Star, not knowing her
connection with the affair"
well, Mr.. Magee?" asked Professor
Bolton, laying down the paper which
he had been perusing at distance OF
about an inch from his nose.
"Once again, Professor" laughed
Magee, reporters have entered your
life
The old man sighed.
1T was very kind of her." he said,
mot to mention that was the person
who compared blonues of the peroxide
variety with suffragettes- Others will
not be so kind. The matter will be
resurrected and used against me at
the trial, I'm sure. A plucky girl, Mr..
Magee-a very plucky girl. How
times do change. When I was young,
girls of her age would scarcely have
thought Of venturing forth into the
highways on such perilous missions.
congratulate you. You showed un.
usual PERCEPTION. You deserve great
reward-the young ladys favor, let
us say"
"You got to get me out of this" Max
was still telling the mayor.
For Gods sake" cried Cargan,
''shut up and let me think" He sat
for moment staring at one place, his
face still lacking all emotion. but his
eyes a trifle narrower than before.
"You haven't got me yet" he cried,
standing up. by the eternal, I'll
fight to the last ditch, and I'll win.
I'll show the Star. That dirty sheet
has bounded me for years. I'll put it
out of business. And I'll send the re-
formers bowling into the alleys, sick
of the fuss they started themselves"
Perhaps said Professor Bolton.
But only after the fight of your life,
Cargan."
I'm ready for It," cried Cargan. II
amt down and out yet. But to think
Ia woman-a little bit of a girl
could have put in my pocket-it's all
big joke. I'll beat them-1n show
them-the games far from played out
|-Ill Decentralization
He crumbled suddenly into his seat,
his eyes on that unpleasant line about
''Prison Stripes for the Mayor" For
an instant it seemed as though his
| fight was irrevocably lost, and he knew
it. Lines of age appeared to creep
from out the fat folds of his face, and
stand mockingly there. He looked a
beaten man.
'If DON'T" he stammered pitifully,
twell they sent him to an island at the
end. The reformers got Napoleon at
the last. I won't be alone in that"
At this unexpected sight Of weak
ness in his hero, Mr.. Max set up a re-
newed babble OF fear at his side. The
train was in. the Reuton suburbs now.
At neat little station it slowed down
to stop, and ford policeman en-
tered the smoking-car. Cargan look
ed up.
Hello Dan,'' he said. His voice
was lifeless; the old-time ring was
gone.
The policeman removed his helmet
and shifted it nervously
/ 81 thought I'd tell you. Mr.. Cargan, y
he said. 81 thought I'd warn you.
You'd better get off here. There's a
big crowd in the station at Reuton.
They're waiting for you, sir; they've
heard you're on this train. This lying
newspaper, Mr. Cargan, it's been tell
ing tales--I guess you know about
that There's big mob. You better
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