Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1915-07-01
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CHAPTER v.
Mr.. Trimmer Throws His Bomb.

The telegram sent, he returned to
his veranda chair to think Thacker
would be upset, of course. But after
all, Thacker's claim on him was not
such that he must wreck his life's
happiness to serve him. Even Thack-
or must see that. And the girl-was
she madly in love with the lean and
Rristocratic Harrowby? Not by any
means, to Judge from her manner.
( Next Tuesday, week. What couldn't
happen in a Minot stopped No,
that wouldn't do, either. Even if a
substitute arrived, he could hardly
with honor turn about and himself
wreck the hopes of Thacker and Jeph-
son. He lost, either way. 1t was a
horrible mix-up. He cursed beneath
his breath.
The red glow of a cigar near by
drew closer as the smoker dragged his
chair across the veranda. floor. Min
OF saw behind the glow the keen face
Of man eager for talk.
Some scene, isn't it?" said the
stranger. "Sort of makes the must
cal comedies look cheap. All it needs
is seven stately chorus ladies walk
ing out from behind that palm down
way dashed to the mast"
Yes replied Minot absently This
is the real thing"
1--we been sitting here thinking"
the other went on. 1T doesn't seem
to me this place has been advertised
right. Why, there are hundreds of
people up north whose windows look
out on sunset over the brewery-peo.
pie with money, too-who'd take the
first train for here if they realized
the picture we're looking at now. Get
some good hustler to tell 'em about
It." He paused II hate to talk about
myself, but say-ever hear of Cotrelps
Ink eraser? Nothing ever written
Cotrell can't erase. Will not soil or
scratch the paper. If the words Cot
rell has erased were put side by
side"
Selling it," Minot inquired wear
fly.
mo But I made that eraser. Put
1t on every desk between New York
and the rolling Oregon After that
landed Helot's bottled sauces. And
then Patterson's lime juice. Puckered
every mouth in America. Advertising
is my specially"
80 gather
"Sure as you sit here. Have a
cigar. Trimmer is my name-never
mind the jokes. Henry Trimmer. Ad-
vertising specialist. Is your business
habby? Does it need a tonic? Try
Trimmer. Quoting from my letter
head" He leaned closer Excuse a
personal question, but didn't see you
talking with Miss Cynthia Meyrick
a while back?"
Possibly"
Mr.. Trimmer came even closer.
Engaged to Lord Harrowby, l I'M
derstand"
"Young fellow" Mr.. Trimmer's
tone was exultant, II can't keep in any
longer. got proposition in tow so
big it's bursting my brain cells-and
1t takes some strain to do that. No, !
/ can't tell you the exact nature Of it
but will say this-tomorrow night |
this time I'll throw bomb in this
hotel so loud it'll be heard round the
world"
"An anarchist"
mot on your life. Advertiser. And !!
I've got something to advertise this
hot February, take it from me. May |
be you're friend of Miss Meyrick. |
Well, I'm sorry. For when l spring !
my little, surprise l reckon this Har-
rowby Wedding is going to shrivel up
and fade away"
"You mean to say you-you're going |
to stop the wedding?"
II mean to say nothing. Watch me- |
Watch Henry Trimmer. Just a tip, !
young fellow. Well, l guess I'll turn
in. Get some of my best ideas in bed.
See you later"
And Mr.. Trimmer strobe into the
circle Of light fine outstanding fig