Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1915-07-13
PETEY
CHAPTER K.
Two Bride Of Passage

Two 6lrds Of Passage.
Sticking above the knob Of the door
of 3s9 he found a telegram. Turning
"a his lights, he sank YEARLY down
on the bed and tore It open.
ut rained torrents" said the tele-
gram. "at the dowager duchesss gar
den party. You know what that
means"
It was signed John Thacker.'
"Isn't that a devil of night cap?"
muttered Minot gloomily.
On the same busy night when the
Lileth flashed her red signal and Miss
Gabrielle Rose arrived with a pack
age of letters that screamed for Cot
rell. two strangers invaded San Marco
by means Of the eight-nineteen freight
south. Prayed, fatigued and famished
as they were, it would hardly have
been kind to study them as they stroll
ed up San Sebastian avenue toward
the plaza. But had you been SO un-
kind, you would never have guessed
that frequently, in various corners OF
the little round globe, they had known
prosperity, the weekly pay envelope,
ana tho buyers crook OF the finger
summoning a waiter.
One Of the strangers was short, with
Naming red hair and In his eye the
twinkle without which the collected
works of Bernard Shaw are as sound
ing brass. He twinkled about him as
he walked-at the bright lights and
spurious gaiety under the spell OF
which San Marco sought to forget the
rates per day with bath.
"The French he unused, ARE
volatile people, fond Of light wines
and dancing. So, it would seem, are
the inhabitants of San Marco. White
flannels. Harry, white flannels They
should encase that leaning tower OF
Pisa you call your manly form"
The other-long, cadaverous, i'm
mersed in a gentle melancholy
groaned.
another tourist dollhouse! Packed
with 1nnocents abroad, and everybod-
DIV bleeding 'em but us. Everything
here but a real home, with chintz
table covers and a cold roast of beef
In the Ice chest. What are we doing
here! We should have gone north. .
"Ah, Harry, chide me no more"
pleaded the little man. Il was weak,
know, but all the freights seemed
to be coming south, and have always
1onged for a winter amid the sun
shine and flowers. Look at this fat
old duffer coming! Aims! For the
love Of Allah, alms!"
"shut up" growled the thin one.
'tSave your breath till we stand hat
n hand in the Office Of the local news
paper Jobs In the entire south Well
we can only be kicked out into the
night again. And perhaps staked to
4 meal, In the name of the guild in
which we have served so long and
hqsidly."
"some day" said the short man
dreamily, when I am back in the
haunts OF civilization again, l am 60
ing to start something. A Society for
Melting the Stone Hearts of Editors.
Motto: Have a heart-have heart!
Emblem a roast beef sandwich ram
pant, on cloth Of linen. All, we'll
the day will come"
They halted in the plaza. In the
round stone tub provided, the town
alligator dozed. Above him hung
warning sign:
'.Do not feed or otherwise annoy the
alligator"
The short man read and drew back
with a tragic groan.
Feed or otherwise annoy he
cried. Heavens Harry, is that the
way they look at it here? This is no
place for u.s. We'd better be moving
on to the next town."
But the lean stranger gave no heed.
Instead he stepped over and entered
into earnest converse with a citizen
of San Marco. In moment he re-
turned to his companions side. .s
Zone newspaper" he announced.
1.-THE Evening Chronicle. Suppose
the Office is locked for the night-but
come along, let's try"
Feed or otherwise annoy" mutter-
ID the little man blankly. ''For the