Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1915-07-03
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no occasion for prolonging this inter-
view"
Mr.. Trimmer leaned forward. He
was big man, but his face was incon-
gruously thin-almost ax-like. The
very best sort Of a face to thrust in
anywhere-and Trimmer was the very
man to do the thrusting without bat
ting an eye.
DO you deny" he demanded with
the air Of a prosecutor. that you had
an older brother by the name OF
George?"
Il certainly do not" answered Lord
Harrowby George ran off to Ameri-
ca some twenty-five years ago. He
died in a mining camp in Arizona
twelve years back. There is no ques-
ton whatever about that. We had it
on the most reliable authority
"A lot of lies,' said Trimmer, "can
be had on good authority. This situ-
alton illustrates that. Do you think
Mr. narrowly, that I'd be wasting my
time on this proposition if l wasn't
dead sure of my facts. Why, poor
old George has the evidence in his
possession. Incontrovertible proofs.
It wouldn't hurt you to see him and
look over what he has to Offer"
Your lordship,'' Minot suggested,
you know that I am your friend and
that my great desire is to see you hap.
PLY married next week. In order that
nothing may happen to prevent, l
think you ought to see"
This impostor," cut in his lord
ship haughtily. mo, I can not. This
is not the first time adventures have
questioned the narrowly title. The
dignity OF our family demands that l
refuse to take any notice whatso-
ever"
go on" sneered Trimmer. Hide
behind your dignity When get
through with you you won't have
enough left to conceal your stickpin.'
Trimmer" said Martin Wall,
speaking for the first time, "how
much money do you want?"
Mr.. Trimmer kept his temper ad-
mirably.
your society has not corrupted me,
Mr.. WALL" he said sweetly. II am
not blackmailer. l am simply pub
licity man. I'm working on salary
which Lord Harrowby-the real Lord
Harrowby-is to pay me when he
comes into his own. I've handled sue
cessfully in publicity campaigns prima
donnas pills. erasers, perfumes, hold
ing companies. race horses, soups and
society leaders. 1t isn't likely that I
shall fall down on this proposition.
For the last time, Mr.. Allan Harrow
by. will you see your brother?'
Lord Harrowby, If I were you
Minot began.
"My dear fellow" His lordship
raised one slim hand. 1T Is quite i'm
possible, Which take 1t. terminates
our talk with Mr.. Trimmer"
yes" said Mr. Trimmer, rising.
Except for one thing. Our young
friend here, when he urges you to
grant my request, is giving a correct
Imitation of wise head on youthful
shoulders. He's an American, and he
knows about me-about Henry Trim
mer. I guess you never heard, Mr.
Harrowby. what did for Cotrell's ink
eraser"
Come on" said Mr. Wall militant
ly, "erase yourself"
For the moment WILL" smiled
Mr.. Trimmer. But l warn you. Mr.
Harrowby, you are going to be sorry
You aren't up against any piker In
publicity-no stree. That little sand
wich board stunt Of mine last night
was Just starter I'm going to take
the public into partnership. Put it
up to the people-thats my motto"
Good day, sir" snapped Lord Har-
rowby.
put it up to the people. And when
! pullAoff the little trick l thought OF
this aabrning, you're going to get
down before me on your noble knees
and beg off. / warn you. Good day,
gentlemen And may add one simple
bequest on parting? Watch Trim
mer!"
He went out, slamming the door be-
hind him. Mr.. Wall rose and walked
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