Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1915-07-29
CHAPTER XVI. (Continued.)

CHAPTER XVI. (Continued.)
who Is It you're talking to-"
"To 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 am to
him." he announced.
'Why don't your demanded Trim
mer IN alarm.
Because he can't, fancy" put in
Lord Harrowby.
NO. said George, slowly, because
[ never saw him before in all my Ire. "
"Ah-you admit It." cried Allan Har.
rowby with relief.
"Of course l do,'' replied George. -.
never saw you before in my life
"And you've never been at Rake
iale hall, have your" Lord narrowly
demanded.
"Here-wait minute shouted
Trimmer, in panic.
ooh, yes-I've been at Rakedale
hail. said the claimant firmly. Il
spent my boyhood there. But you've
never been there"
"I-what-"
you've never been at Rakedale
hall. Why? Because you're not Allan
narrowly! That's why
A deathly silence fell. Only little
travelling clock on the mantel was ar
ticulate.
"Absurd- cried Lord
narrowly.
"Talk about impostors.' cried
George. his spirit and his courage
sweeping back. you're one yourself.
+ wish I'd got a good look at you
.oonerl I'd have put stop to all this.
Allan Harrowby, Ell? I guess not. I
guess I'd know the Harrowby fea-
lures. I give you twenty-four hours
to get out of town-you blooming
fraud"
"The mans crazy" Allan narrowly
cried. "Raving mad. He's an impos-
5tor-this Is a trick of his" He look
ed helplessly around the circle. In
every face he saw doubt, questioning.
Good heavens-you're not going to
listen to him? He's come here TO
prove that he's George Harrowby.
Why doesn't he do it?'
.ril do it, said George sweetly,
when I meet real narrowly. IN
the meantime. I give you twenty-four
hours to get out Of town. You'd bet
tor 60"
Victorious, George turned toward
the door. Trimmer, lost between ad-
miration and doubt, turned also.
"Take my advice" George proclaim
ed. s'Make him prove who he is. That's
the important point now. What does
it matter to you who I am? Nothing.
But It matters lot about him. Make
him prove that he's Allan Harrowby.'
And. with the imperious manner
that he should have adopted On enter
ing the room, George narrowly left
1t. Mr.. Trimmer, eclipsed for once,
trotted at his side.
Say cried Trimmer in the hall,
sis that on the level? Isn't he Allan
Harrowby?"
.."I should say not said George
grandly. Doesn't look anything like
Allan"
Trimmer chortled in glee.
"Great stuff" he cried. II guess we
tossed bomb, eh? Now. we'll run
him out of town." H4,
"Oh. no." said George. We've done
our work here. Let's go over to Lon
don now and see the pater"
"That we will cried Trimmer.
3"That We will. BY gad I'm proud OF
YOU today, Lord Harrowby."
Inside Allan Harrowby's suite three
pairs of questioning eyes were turned
on that harassed nobleman. He hdg-
eted in his chair.
81 say" he pleaded. Its all his
bluff, you know
maybe" said old Spencer Meyrick,
rising. But Harrowby-or whatever
your name is-there's altogether too
much three-ring circus about this we'd
ding to suit me. MY patience IS ex-
hausted. sir-clean exhausted. Things
l.>h nuaar to ma-hava right alnnG-