New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1914-11-04
CHAPTER XIII.
A Sporting Offer.

evening, Mr. Alan Law, very much
alive and, in spite of complete new
outfit of ready-made clothing, looking
much more like himself than he had
in fortnight, issued forth from the
Grand Central station, hailed taxi
cab, and had himself conveyed to the
Hotel Monolith
But if he looked his proper self once
more, it speedily was demonstrated
that his wish was otherwise: for after
learning from the room-clerk of the
Monolith that suite was being held
in the name of. Arthur Lawrence, that
was the name Mr.. Law inscribed on
the register.
On the other hand, it was his true
name that he gave to the person whom
he called upon the telephone immedi.
ately after being shown to his rooms
But then he was speaking to his old
friend and man of business, Mr.. Digby
Within another ten minutes this last
was in conference with his employer: J.
II think you must be out of your
their first greetings were over. "You
might just as sensibly throw yourself
from the top of the Metropolitan tower
as come to New York while Urine lives
and knows you're this side the water"
"Nonsense!" Alan laughed. "Remem.
Der this is New York-not the back:
woods of Maine!"
Alan paused and smote his palm
with remorseful fist. by the Eter.
nal, I'm forgetting Barcus!"
"Barcus?"
Chap whose boat l chartered In
Portland sheer luck on my part: he's
one Of the salt Of the arth. First,
something must be done for the boy.
You've got influence of some sort in
New Bedford, surely?"
Digby reflected: Some. There's
George Blaine, Justice of the peace
THE very man. Telegraph him IN
Rarcus' interests Immediately. And
telegraph Barcus as weIl-sesad nlm
a hundred for expenses, and tell him
to join me here in New York as quick
as he cant"
your friends address?" Digby in
CURED, mildly ironic as he sat down
at the desk and fumbled with the sup
ply Of stationery.
New Bedford jail, of counsel" Alan
chuckled- but cut his laugh in two az
something fluttered from the pack Of
envelopes which Dfgby had disturbed
and fell to the floor between the two
men, Ht
Face up, it grinned sardonic mock
cry of Alan's confidence: It was trey
of hearts.
Nov will you believer" Digby de-
manded huskily.
I'm what? A simple coincidence?''
Alan fiouted. mot 1! Who knows I'm
In New York or that the Arthur Law
renee for whom your agent engaged
these rooms was Alan Law. No, my
friend: It's bit too thick for me. Take
my word for it, this is nothing more
nor less than q souvenir of q poker.
party held by yesterdays tenant Of
this SUITE
"Perhaps-perhaps!" Digby assent.
ed, stroking tremulous lips. ''But I'm
afraid for you. my boy. who knows
that Trine's spies were not watching
my man when he made this reserva-
ton? Who knows but that Arthur
Lawrence was too thin . disguise for
Alan Law? ! tell you, I'm frightened
to the marrow of my old bones! Do
me this favor at least, my boy: now
that you've been warned. whether BY
accident or design-we won't argue
that-do leave town-go incognito to
some quiet place near by and wait
there for the sailing Of the next, trans
atlantic steamer. Oh, surely you cant
deny me this one wish Of my fond old
heart, my boy!
There's nothing on earth ! would
not do for you," he said you've been
= father and . mother to me ever since
4 can remember. even II We were sepa,
rat = most Of the time. 81 three thou'
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