Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1914-03-26

Hail to the chef who in triumph
advances!" cried Mr.. Magee.
He pointed to the door, through
which Mr.. Max was leading the cap
tured Mr. Peters.
you got him, didyu?" rasped Mrs.
Norton.
without the use Of anesthetics."
answered Magee. Everybody ready
for one of Mr.. Peters inimitable
lunches?'
| Put me down at the head of the
list" contributed the mayor.
| Myra Thornhill laid down her maya
zine, and fixed her great black eyes
upon the radiant girl in corduroy.
| and was the walk in the morning
air." she asked, "all you expected?"
GAIL and much more" laughed Miss
Norton, mischievously regarding the
man who had babbled to her Of love
on the mountain. "By the way. enjoy
Mr.. Peters while you can. He's back
for just one day"
! Eat, drink, and be merry, for to-
morrow the cook leaves, as the fellow
says" supplemented Mr.. Max, remov'
ing his overcoat.
i How about quick lunch, Peters?'
. inquired Magee.
"Out of what, II like to know put
/ in Mrs. Norton. mot thing In the
house to eat. Just like man"
"You didn't look In the right place
ma am" replied Mr.. Peters with relish
~ got supplies for couple Of days in
the Kitchen
"Well, what's the sense in hiding
'em?" the large lady inquired.
at amt hiding-its SYSTEM" ex.
planned Mr. Peters. "Something wom-
en- don't understand" He came close
to Mr.. Magee, and whispered low:
"You didn't warn me there was an
other Of EN-
"The last, on my word of honor"
Magee told him.
"The last" sneered Mr.. Peters.
There isn't any last up here" And
with a sidelong glance at the new Eve
in his mountain Eden, he turned away
to the kitchen.
"Now," whispered Magee to Miss
Norton, "I'll get you that package. I'll
prove that 1t was for you fought and
bled the mayor of Reuton. Watch for
our chance-when l see you again I'll
have it in my pocket"
"You mustn't fail me-" she replied.
1T means so much"
Mr.. Magee started for the stairs.
Between him and them doomed sud-
denly the great bulk Of Mr. Cargan.
His hard menacing eyes looked full
into Magee's,
'I want to speak to you, young fell
low" he remarked
I'm flattered," said Magee, chat
you find my company so enchanting.
In ten minutes III be ready for an
other interview"
you're ready now" answered the
mayor, "eveh if you don't know ii"
His tone was that of one correcting
child He took Mr.. Magee's arm in a
grip which recalled to that gentleman
a fact the muckracking stories always
dwelt on-how this Cargan had, in the
old days, put away his man. in many
shady corners Of great city
Come over here" said Cargan. He
led the way to a window. Over his
shoulder Magee noted the troubled
eyes of Miss Norton following. ~"sit
down. I've been trying to dope you
out, and think I've got you. I've seen
your kind before. Every few months
one of 'em breezes into Reuton, spends
a whole day talking to few rats I've
had to exterminate from politics. and
then flies back to New York with a
ten-page story of my vicious career all
ready for the linotypes. Yes sir-l
got you. You write sweet things for
the magazines"
"Thnk so?" inquired Magee.
know It," returned the mayor
heartily. $50 you're out after old Jim
Cargan's scalp again, are you?
thought that now, seeing stories on
the corruption of the courts is SO
plentiful, you'd let the shame of the
city halls alone for awhile. But--well,
guess I'm what you guys call good
COPY. Big. brutal, unedurated, pic
turesuue-vou see read tht n stories
myself How long will the American
public stand ruled by a man like this.
when it might hn authorizing pretty
bows with kid r ~ to get next to
the good things hats the dope, |
amt 1.-THE old dope of the reform
gang-the ballyhoo of the bunch that
can't let the existing order stand?
Don't worry, I amt going to get
started on that again. But I want to
talk to you serious-like father.
There was a young fellow like you
once"
Like me?'
Exactly. He was out working on
long hours and short pay for the re-
form gang, and he happened to get
hold of something that a man l knew
"a man high up in public office
wanted, and wanted bad. The young |,
fellow was going to get two hundred
dollars for the article he WAS writing. |
My friend offered him twenty thou
sand to call it off. What'd the young
fellow do?"
"Wrote the article, of course said
Magee.
"Now-now," reproved Cargan. |
"That remark don't fit in with the !
estimate I've made Of you. l think
you're a smart boy. Don't disappoint
me. This young fellow speak of-he
was smart, all right. He thought the
matter over. He knew the reform
bunch through and through. All
glory and no pay, serving them. He
knew how they chased bubbles, and
made a lot of noise, and never got
onyyhore in the end He Thought il