Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1915-07-08

true-even Lord narrowly himself
! sitting far forward, his hand gripping
the seat in front of him until the
white of his knuckles showed through
Next the speaker shifted his scene
to Elton, thrilled his hearers with the
story of his revolt against Oxford, OF
his flight to the States, his wild days
in Arizona. And he pulled out Of his
pocket a letter written by the old
Earl of Raybrook himself profanely
expostulating with him for his mad
ness, and begging that he return to
ascend to the earldom when the old
man was no more.
The real Lord Harrowby" finished
reading this somewhat pathetic ap-
peal with little break in his voice,
and stood looking out at the audience.
IF my brother Allan himself were
| in the house." he said, che would
have to admit that 1t is our father
speaking in that letter"
A rustic of interest ran through the
auditorium The few who had recog-
nized Harrowby turned to stare at him
now. For a moment he sat silent, his
face a variety of colors In the dim
light Then with cry of rage he
leaped to his feet.
"You stole that letter, you cur" he
cried. "You are liar, fraud, an
impostor."
The man on the stage stood shading
his eyes with his hanl.
"Ah, Allan" he answered, so you
are here, after all? Is that quite the
proper greeting-after all these
years?"
A roar Of sympathetic applause
greeted this sally. There was no
doubt as to whose side Mr.. Trimmer's
friend, the public, was on. narrowly
stood in his place, his lips twitching,
his eyes for once blazing and angry
Dick Minot was by this time escort.
ing Miss Meyrick up the aisle, and
they came quickly to the cool street.
narrowly, Paddock and Spencer Mey'
rick followed Immediately. His lord
ship was most contrite.
"a thousand pardons," he pleaded.
Really 1 can't tell you how sorry l
am, Cynthia To have made you con-
spicuous-what was I thinking or!
But he maddened mel"
Don't worry, Allan" said Miss Mey-
rick gently. II like you the better
for being maddened.
Old Spencer Meyrick said nothing,
but Minot noted that his face was
rather red, and his eyes were some,
what dangerous. They all walked
back to the hotel in silence.
From the hotel lobby, as if by pre-
arrangement, narrowly followed Miss
Meyrick and her father into parlor.
Minot and Paddock were left alone.
my word, old top" said Mr.. Pad
dock facetiously, "a rough night for
the nobility. What do you think?
That lads story sounded like a little
bit Of all right to me. Eth, what?'
1T did sound convincing" returned
the troubled Minot But then-a ser
want at Rakedale hall could have con-
cocted It,"
"Mayhap," said Mr.. Paddock. How
ever. old Spencer Meyrick looked to
me like a volcano I'd want to get out
from under. Poor old narrowly! I'm
afraid there's a rift within the loot
nay no loot at all.
"Jack," said Minot firmly, that
wedding has got to take place..
"Why, what's it to you?"
at happens to be everything. But
keep it under your hat"
"Great Scott-does narrowly owe
you money!"
II can't explain just at present,
Jack"
.'Oh, very well,'' replied Mr.. Pad
dock. But take it from me, old man
she's a million times too good for
him"
"a Million" laughed Mr.. Minot Bit
terly. "You underestimate"
Paddock sat staring with wonder az
his friend.
you lisp in riddles, my boy he
DO II" returned Minot. Maybe
some day I'll make it all clear.
He parted from Paddock ana
assembled to the third floor. AS ne
wandered through the dark passage
WAYS in search Of his room, he bump
ed suddenly into a heavy man, walk
ing softly. Something about the con-
tour of the man in the dark gave him
a suggestion.
Good evening, Mr.. WALL" he said.
The scurry of hurrying footsteps,
but no answer. Minot went on to 389,
and placed his key In the lock- It
would not turn. He twisted the knob
of the door-it was unlocked. he
stepped inside and flashed on the
light.
His small abode was in mad dis.
order. The chiffonier drawers had
been emptied on the floor, the BED
was torn to pieces, the rug thrown