Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1914-03-28
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admiralS shoulder. The Ola lauleS
make their complaints to Mr.. Rutter
in softer tones after seeing that PIC
ture''
, And this?" asked Magee, moving
farther from the group by the fire:
a precious one-I wonder they
leave it here in winter. This is the
admiral as young handicapped
from magazine article. Even with
out the mustache, you see, ne had
certain martial bearing
and now he's the ruler of the
queens navee,' smiled Magee. He
looked about Is it possible to see the
room where the admiral plays his Ia
| nous game?"
"Step softly" she answered. IN
here. There stands the very table,
They went into the small card-room
at the right of the entrance to the or
fee and Mr.. Magee quietly closed the
door behind them. The time haa
come. He left his heart sink.
( "Well?' said the girl, with an eager
ness she could not conceal. :.
Mr.. Magee groped for words. ana
found-his old friends of the noun
tain.
81 love you" he cried desperately.
"You must believe want to help you:
It looks rather the other way now, I'll
admit. I want you to have that money.
7 don't know who you are, nor what
this all means, but want you to nave
it. went upstairs determined 10
give 1t to you-'
"Really." The word was at least
fifty degrees below the temperature or
the card-room.
eyes, really. won't ask you to be-
lieve-but I'm telling the truth. l
went to the place where l had tatu.
ouslv hid the money-under BRICK OF
my fireplace. 1t was gone
"How terribly unfortunate
eyes, isn't it?" Mr.. Magee reJo1ced
that she took so calm a view OF 1t.
"Thev searched the room. OF course.
And they found the money. They're
on too now. But I'm going
He stopped. For he had seen her
face, She-taking a calm view or 1t?
No indeed. Billy Magee saw that she
was furiously. wildly angry. he
remembered always having written it
down that beautiful women were even
more beautiful in anger. How, he
wondered, had he fallen into that
error?
"p]ease do not bore me- she said
through her teeth. with any further
recital Of what you are going TO 40.
You seem to have fatal facility IN
that line Your record OF accomplish
ment is patheticallv weak. And-oh'
what a fool I've been! | belleved.
Even after last night. believed.
No. she was not going to cry. Hers
was no mood for tears. What sald
the librettist? There is beauty IN
the roaring of the gale. and the tiger
when a-lashing of his tail" Such was
the beauty of woman in anger. And
nothing to get enthusiastic
tnous h1,1 mr.: Mag sa1d heplessly you're
..rribly disappointed. And don't
blame YOU But you will find out that
you've done me an injustice. I'm
going"
"One thing" said she. smiling a
smile that could have cut glass. you
are going to do know that you
won't fail this time. because 7 shall
personally see you through with 1t.
You're going to stop making fool OF
me-"
"Tell me-" pleaded Billy Magee.
Tell me who you are-what this is
all about. Can't you see I'm working
in the dark? You must"
She threw open the card-room
door.
IAN English Officer she remarked
loudly, stepping out into the other
room, "taught the admiral the game.
A. least 50 he said. It added so
much romance to it in the eyes Of the
rocking-chair fleet. Can't you see
India-the hot sun-the Kipling local
color-a silent. tanned handsome man
eternally playing solitaire on the
porch of the barracks? Has the bar
racks a porch?"
Reused. Inundated. baffled. Mr.. Ma
gee felt his cheeks burn.
eve shall see what we shall see"
he muttered
"Why coin the inevitable into a
BROMIDE" she asked.
Mr.. Magee Joined the group by the
fire. Never before in his life had he
been so determined on anything as he
was now that the package Of money
should return to his keeping. But
how? How trace through this maze
of humans the present holder of that
precious bundle of collateral? He
looked at Mr.. Max. sneering his lemon
colored sheer at the mayors side; at
the mayor himself. nonchalant as the
admiral being photographed: at Bland.
author of the Arabella fiction, sprawl
ing at ease before the fire; at the
tawdry Mrs. Norton, and at Myra