University Missourian. [volume] (Columbia, Mo.) 1908-1916, 1915-07-22
Continued from last issue)


81 wish you was," agreed poor old
George sadly. Somehow. / don't
seem to have the spirit l used 70
have"
"a good point" commented Trim
mer. Years of wrong and suffering
have made you timid. I'll call that to
their attention. Five minutes of ten,
your lordship."
His lordship groaned.
"AlI right, I'm ready" he said.
What is it I say as l go in? Oh, yes
-" He stepped into the elevator
"Fawncy seeing you after all these
years."
The negro elevator boy was some
what startled at this greeting, but re-
gained his composure and started the
car. Mr.. Trimmer and his PROPOSE
ton" shot up toward their great op-
portunity
| In Lord Harrowby's suite that gen.
tleman sat in considerable nervous
ness, awaiting the undesired encoun-
ter. With him sat Miss Meyrick and
her father, whom he had thought it
necessary to invite to witness the or
deal. Mr.. Richard Minot uneasily
paced the floor, avoiding as much as
possible the glances of Miss Mey-
rick's brown eyes. Ten o'clock was
upon him, and Mr.. Minot was no near
er a plan of action than he had been
the preceding night.
Every good press agent is not with
out live theatrical sense, and Mr..
Trimmer was no exception. He LETT
his trembling claimant in the en-
trance hall and strode into the room.
Good morning" he said brightly.
Here we are, on time to the minute.
Ali beg your pardon"
Lord Harrowby performed brief in
Productions, which Mr.. Trimmer efr-
sively acknowledged. Then he turned
dramatically toward his lordship.
"Out here in the hallway stands
Door broken creature" he began.
"Your own flesh and blood. Allan HaT-
rowby." Obviously Mr.. Trimmer had
prepared speeches for himself as well
as for poor old George. For twenty
odd and impecunious years" he went
on. "this man has been denied his
Just heritage. We are here this morn
ing to perform duty"
my dear fellow" broke in Har-
rowby wearily, "why should you in
flict oratory upon us? Bring in this
er-gentleman."
THAT | WILL" replied Trimmer
heartily. "And when you have heard
his story, digested his evidence. l am
sure
"Yes. yes. Bring him in"
Mr.. Trimmer stepped to the door.
He beckoned. A very reluctant hg-
ure shuffled in. Georges face was
green with fright. His knees rattled
together. He made, altogether, ludi-
crous picture, and Mr.. Trimmer him
self noted this with sinking heart
"Allow me-" said Trimmer theatri-
cally. George, Lord Harrowby.
George cleared his throat, but did
not succeed in dislodging his heart'
which was there at the moment
"Fawncy seeing you after all these
years." he mumbled weakly, to 10
one in particular.
Speak up" said Spencer MeyrirR
sharply.
"Who is it you're talking to-"
ITO him." explained George. nod
ding toward Lord Harrowby. ITO my
brother Allan. Don't you know me-
Allan? Don't you know"
He stopped. An expression OF sur
prise and relief swept over his wor-
ried face. He turned triumphantly 10
Trimmer.
81 don't have to prove who l am 10
him." he announced.
"Why don't you?" demanded Trim
mer in alarm. !
Because he can't, l fancy" put IN
Lord Harrowby.
"No." said George slowly, because
7 never saw him before in all my life
"Ah-you admit it" cried Allan
Harrowby with relief.
"Of course l do," replied George. Il
never saw you before in my life.
"And you've never been at Rakedaie
Hall. have you?" Lord Harrowby de-
manded.
"Here-wait a minute" shouted