Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1915-06-29
PETEY
CHAPTER w.
Mr.. Trimmer LImbers UP.

Mr.. trimmer kImoeFo UP.
I--I beg your pardon" he stammer-
Cd, 'but would you mind telling me
one thing?"
"of course not But really must
n.y."
"The name of-the happy man."
"Why--Allan, Lord narrowly.
Thank you SO much-and good-by."
She was gone now-gone amid the
palms Of that gorgeous hotel court
yard. And out of the roar that envel-
oped him Minot heard voice:
"Thirty-hve dollars, mister"
So promptly did he pay this griev-
BUS overcharge that the chauffeur ask
cd hopefully:
Now could take you anywhere.
sir?"
eyes" said Minot bitterly Take
me back to- New York"
"Well-if had new front tire l
might try it."
Two eager black boys were moving
inside with Minot's bags and he fol
Z lowed. AS he passed the fountain
tinkling gaily in the courtyard: .
what was It promised Thacker?"
he said to himself. +" Miss Cynthia
Meyrick changes her mind only over
my dead body All, well-the good
die young
At the desk Of the De la Pax Mr..
Minot learned that for fifteen dollars
4 day he might board and lodge amid
the splendors of that hotel Gratefully
he signed his name. One of the negro
boys-who had matched coins for him
with the other boy while he register
nA-lod tho wHy tn his room.
It proved to be long and devious
Journey. The Hotel de la Pax was
a series of afterthpughts on the part
Of its builders. Up hill and down
dale the boy led, through dark pas
sageways over narrow bridges, until
at length they arrived at the door OF
$50.
"My boy" muttered Minot feeling
W. 81 congratulate YOU Henry NJ.
Stanley In the flower OF his youth
couldn't have done any better"
Eyes, sub" The boy threw open the
door OF a narrow cell, at the farther
end Of which solitary window admit
ted the well-known Florida sunshine.
Minot stepped over and glanced out
Where the gay, courtyard with lts
gfeen palms waving, it's fountain tlnk.
ling? Not visible from 3S9. Instead
Minot saw narrow street, Its ancient
cobblestones partly obscured by -four
ishing grass, and bordered by quaint,
top heavy Spanish houses, their plas-
ter walls hundred colors from the
indignities of the years.
1--WE seem to have strayed over into
Spain,'' he remarked.
The bell boy giggled.
Eyes, sub. We one block and half
from de hotel ofice."
~ didn't notice any taxis in the cor
ridors." smiled Minot "Here-wait
minute" He tossed the boy a COIN
"Your fare back home. II you get
stranded on the way, telegraph"
The boy departed, ana Minot con-
tinued to gaze out Directly across
from his window, looking strangely
out OF place in that dead and buried
street stood great stone house that
bore On it's front the sign Manhattan
Club and Grill" On the yeranda,
flush with the sidewalk and barely
fifteen feet away, a huge red-1aceo
man sat deep In slumber.
Many and strange pursuits had
claimed the talents Of old Tom Stacy,
manager Of the Manhattan club, ere
his advent in San Marco. A too &C
tive district attorney had forced the
New York police to take keen IN
terest in his life and works, hence
Mr.. Stacy's presence on that Florida
porch. But such troubles were forgot.
ten for the moment. He slumbered
peacefully, secure in the knowledge
that the real business OF the cup
would not require his attention until
darkness fell His great head fell
gradually farther In the direction OF
its generous waist, and while there
81 no authentic evidence to offer, 1t Is
safe to assume that he dreamed OF
Broadway.