Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1914-03-22

claimant firmly. u spent my boyhood there.
| But you've never been there"
| @I-what-"
| @You've never been at Rakedale Hail.
Why? Because you're not Allan Harrowby
that's why!'
A deathly silence fell. Only little travel
ing clock on the mantel was articulate.
Observation-Disclosures" cried Lord Har-
rowby.
"Talk about impostors." cried George,
his spirit and his courage sweeping back
"You're one yourself. l wish I'd got good
look at you sooner. I'd have put stop to
all this. Allan Harrowby, eh? guess not!
| l guess I'd know my own brother if l saw
| him. guess l know the Harrowby features.
| l give you twenty-four hours to get out of
town-you blooming fraud"
"The mans crazy" Allan Harrowby
cried, 3raving mad! He's an impostor.
| This is a trick of his" he looked helplessly
round the circle. In every face he saw
| doubt, questioning. Good Heavens! you're
not going to listen to him? He's come here
doesn't he do it?"
"11l do it., said George sweetly, when |
meet a real narrowly. In the meantime |
give you twenty-four hours to get out of
| town. You'd better CO."
Victorious, George turned toward the
| door. Trimmer, lost between admiration
and doubt, turned also.
"Take my advice" George proclaimed.
snake him prove who he is. That's the inn
portant point now. What does it matter to
you who l am? Nothing. But it matters
a lot about him. Make him prove that he's
Allan Harrowby!"
And, with the imperious manner that he
should have adopted on entering the room,
George narrowly left it. Trimmer, eclpsed
for once, trotted at his side.
"Say," cried Trimmer in the hall, @is that
on the level? Isn't he Allan Harrowby?"
Il should say mott" said George grandly.
doesn't look anything like Allan
Trimmer chortled in glee. "Great Stuff
he cried: Il guess we tossed bomb, eha
Now we'll run him out of town"
ooh, no, said George. We've done our
work here. Let's go over to London now
and see the pater."
THAT we will" cried Trimmer. sThat
we will! By Cad! I'm proud of you today,
Lord Harrowby!"
INSIDE Allan Harrowby's suite three
pairs of questioning eyes were turned on
that harassed nobleman. He tidgeted in his
chair. Il say!' he pleaded. dts all his
bluff, you know"
| MAYBE" said old Spencer Meyrick, ris-
| ing; but, Harrowby,-or whatever your
name is,-there's altogether too much three
ring circus about this wedding to suit me.
My patience is exhausted, Sir-clean ex-
hausted! Things look queer to me-have
right along. I'm more than inclined to be-
lieve what that fellow said"
"But, my dear sir, that chap is rank inn
postor There wasn't word of truth in
what he said. Cynthia understand"
@Why, yes-I suppose SO" the girl replied.
| SYou are Allan Harrowby, aren't your"
@My dear girl-of course 1 ami"
Nevertheless" said Spencer Meyrick
with decision, I'm going to call the wedding
off again. Some of your actions haven't
made much of hit with me- I'm going to
call it off 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. Meyrick," put in Minot, may be
allowed to say that l consider your action
hasty?"
"And may be allowed to ask what affair
this is of yours2" demanded Meyrick hotly.
| "Father." cried Miss Meyrick. 3Pease
do not be harsh with Mr.. Minot. His heart
is absolutely set on my marriage with Lord
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