Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1915-07-17
CHAPTER XII. (Continued.)
A Com EDT

CHAPTER XXI. (COnt1nued.)
"Prince-I've dropped in to warn
you. A very angry woman will be
here shortly to see you" {
The handsome young Persian shrug-
Eed his shoulders and took off the
Jacket Of the native uniform with
which he embellished his talks.
"Why is she angry? All my rugs
they are what say lhey are. In this
town are many liars selling oriental
rugs. Oriental! Ugh! In New Jer-
sey they were made. But not my rugs.
See! Only In my native country,
where I was prince of the
eyes, yes. But this lady is not COM
Ing about rugs. I refer to your ex-
wife,"
"Ah. You are mistaken. have
never married" -,
ooh, yes you have. know all
about it. There's no need to lie. The
whole story is out, and the lady's
game in San Marco is queered. She
thinks you told. That's why she'll be
here for chat"
"But / did not tell. Only this morn.
Ing did see her first. ! could not
tell-so soon. Who could l tell-so
soon?"
II know you didn't tell. But can you
prove it to an agitated lady? No.
You'd better close up for the evening. >
"Ah, yes-you are right. l am In.
nocent-but what does Gabrielle care
for innocence? We are no longer
married-still I should not want to
meet her now. l will close. But first
my friend-my benefactor-
interest you in this rug? See! Only
In my native country, where
prince said Minot, 'I couldn't use
4 rug II you gave nae one"
t'That is exactly what l would do.
You are my friend. You serve me.
l give you this. Fifty dollars. That
is giving 1t to you. Note the weave
Only in my"
"Good night" interrupted Minot.
"And take my advice. Hurry"
Gloomy, discouraged, he turned back
toward his own hotel. 1t was true,
Gabrielle Roses husband at the time
of the letters was in San Marco. The
emissary Of Jephson was serving a
cause that could not lose. That after
noon he had hoped. Was there any
thing dishonorable in that? Jephson
and Thacker could command his SER
vice, they could not command his
heart. He had hoped-and now
At a corner negro gave him
handful. He read:
WHO HAS KIDNAPPED
THE REAL
LORD NARROWLY?
AT THE OPERA, HOUSE TONIGHT!
Nr. Henry Trimmer VIII Appear in
Place of His Unfortunate Friend,
Lord Harrowby, and Will
Make a Few
WARM AND SIZZLING
REMARKS.
NO ADVANCE IN PRICES.
Mr.. Minot tossed the bill into the
street. Into his eyes came the ghost
like semblance Of a smile. After all,
the famous narrowly wedding had
not yet taken place.
CHAPTER XII.
Exit a Lady, LaughingIy.
After dinner Minot lighted a cigar
and descended into the hotel gardens
for stroll Farther and farther he
strayed down the shadowy gravel
paths until only the faint far sugges-
ton Of music at his back recalled the
hotels lights and gaiety. 1t was
deserted land he penetrated; just one
figure did he encounter in fifteen
minutes walk-a little man clad all
in white scurrying like wrath in
the black shade Of the royal palms.
At distant corner of the grounds
near the tennis courts was summer
house in which tea was served OF an
afternoon. Into this Minot strolled,
to finish his cigar and ponder the days
developments in the drama he was
playing AS he drew comfortable
chair from moonlight into shadow he
heard little gasp at his elbow, and
turning, beheld beautiful vision.
Gabrielle Rose was made for the
snntlipht and that being absent.