Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1915-08-03
CHAPTER XVIII. Continued
"You saw it was up to you for

"You saw it was up to you fol-
once
Exactly. So for my own sake-and
Jephson's-I boarded train for Jack
sonville with the idea of meeting
Georges train there and coming on
here with him. I was going to ask
George not to make himself known
for q couple Of days. Then l proposed
to tell Cynthia, and Cynthia only, of
his existence. If she objected, all very
well-but I'm sure she wouldn't. And
I'm sure, too, that George would have
done what l asked-he always was a
bully chap. Butt missed him.
These confounded trains-always late.
Except when you want them to be.
dare say George Is here by this timer
HE isl Minot replied. Game a
few hours after you left. And by, the
way, I arranged meeting for him
with Trimmer and his proposition. The
proposition fed into the night. 1t
seems he was the. son of an old SER
want Of your father's-Jenkins by
name"
Surely! Surely that was Jenkins!
( thought I'd seen the chap some
where-couldn't quite recall-Well,
at any rate, he's out of the way. Now
the thing to do is to see good old
George at once"
He went to the telephone, and got
his brothers room.
"George!" A surprising note of af-
lection crept into his lordships voice.
George, old boy-this is Allan. I'm
waiting for you In my rooms"
Dear old chap" said his lordship,
T.. {h1 ta1onhNn0
Twenty years since he has
seen one of his own flesh and blood!
Twenty-three years Of wandering IN.
this God-forsaken country beg your
pardon, Minot. wonder what he'll
say to me- I wonder what George
will say after all those years.
Nervously Allan Harrowby walked
the floor In a moment the door open
ed, and the tall, blond Chicago man
stood in the doorway. His blue eyes
glowed. Without word he came in
to the room, and gripped the hand Of
his brother. then stood gazing as if
he would never get enough.
And then George narrowly spoke.
"Is that ready-made suit you have
on, Allan?" he asked huskily.
'Why-why-yes, George
II thought so. It's a rotten bad fit,
Allan. A rotten bad fit"
Thus did George Harrowby greet the
first of his kin he had seen in a quar-
ter of century. Thus did he give the
lie to fiction, and to Trimmer. writer
Of fancy seeing you after all these
years" speeches.
He dropped his younger brothers
hand and strobe to the window. He
looked out. The courtyard of the De
la Pax was strangely misty even in
the morning sunlight Then he turn
ed, smiling.
"How's the old boy?" he asked.
"He's well, George. Speaks of you
now and then. Think he'd like to
see you. Why not run over and look
him up?"
II will" George Harrowby turned
again to the window "Ought to have
buried the Ratchet long ago. Been so
busy-but I'll change all that I'll
run over and see him first chance I
get-and I'll write him today
Good. Great to see you again,
George. Heard you'd shuffled off.
mot much. Alive and we'll in Chi
cago. Great to see you"
Suppose you know about the we'd
ding?"
Eyes. Fine girl, too. Had a waiter
point her out to me at breakfast
rather rude, but was in a hurry to
see her. Er-pretty far gone and all
that, Allan?'
Pretty far gone" ..-..
"That's the eye. I was afraid it !
might be financial proposition until
/ saw the girl"
Allan shifted nervously.
"Ah-er-of course, you're Lord
Harrowby," he said.
George narrowly threw back his
head and laughed his hearty pleasant
laugh.
"sit down. kid" he said. An the