Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1915-07-10

the stars apart. "A half hour passed
while his picturesque "reminiscences
| flowed on. Mr. Minot sat enraptured-
his eyes on the harbor where the
lLileth, like painted ship, graced a
painted ocean.
MY boy Trimmer was saying, Il
have made the public stop, look and
listen. When | get my last publicity
| in the shape of an In Memoriam' let
them run that tag on my headstone.
And the story of meathat l guess will
be told longest after l am gone is the
one about the grape juice that +"
He paused. His audience was not
listening; he felt it intultively. Mr..
Minot sat with his eyes on the Lileth.
In the bow of that handsome boat a
red light had been waved three times.
MIR. Trimmer" Minot said, "you1
tales are more interesting than the
classics He stood. Some other
time hope to hear a continuation OF
them Just at present Lord Harrow
by-or Mr.. if you prefer-is waiting
to hear what arrangement I have
made with you. You must pardon
me-"
81 can talk as we walk along" said
Trimmer, and proved it. In the mid.
die of the deserted plaza they sepa'
rated. At the dark stage door of the
opera house Trimmer sought his pro-
position.
who dyer mean?" asked the lone
stage hand there.
George, Lord Harrowby," insisted
Mr.. Trimmer
"Oh-that bum actor. Seen him 60
ing away a while back with two men
that called for him."
Bum actor" cried Mr.. Trimmer in
dignantly. He stopped 1.-TWO men-
who were they?"
The stage hand asked profanely how
he could know that, and Mr.. Trimmer
hurriedly departed for the side street
boarding house where he and his fal'
len nobleman shared a suite.
About the same time Dick Minot
blithely entered Lord Harrowby's
apartments in the Hotel de la Pax.
WELL" he announced, ''you can
cheer up. Little George is painlessly
removed He sleeps tonight aboard
the good ship Lileth, thanks to the ef-
forts of Martin Wall, assisted by yours
truly" He stopped and stared in awe
at his lordship. whats the matter
with your" he inquired .
Harrowby waved a hopeless hand.
"Minot,'' he said, ut was good OF
you. But while you have been assist
ing me so kindly in that quarter, an
lother-and a greater-blow has fal-
len"
Good lord-what?" cried Minot.
ut is no fault of mine" Harrow
! by began.
"On which would have gambled
my immortal SOUL" Minot said.
81 thought it was all over and done
.. with-flve years ago. I was young
entimental-calcium light and grease
paint and that sort Of thing hit me
hard. I saw her from the stalls-fell
, desperately in love-stayed so for six
months-wrote letters-burning let
ters-and now"
"Yes-and now"
"Now she's here. Gabrielle Rose Is
here. She's herewith the letters :.
"Oh, for a Cotrell's Ink Eraser,
Minot groaned >,
"My man saw her down stairs,
went on narrowly, hopping his damp
forehead. "Fifty thousand she wants
for the letters or she gives them to a
newspaper and begins to sue-at once
tomorrow"
II suppose" said Minot, "she Is the
usual Gaiety girl"
mot the usual, old chap. Quite
remarkable woman. She'll do what
she promises-trust her. And
haven't farthing. Minot-it's all up
now. There's no way out OF this.
Minot sat thinking. The telephone
rang.
"I won't talk to her." cried Harrow.
by in a panic. ~ won't have anything
to do with her Minot, old chap-as
favor to me"
"The old family solicitor" smiled
Minot That's me-
He took down the receiver. But no
voice that had charmed thousands at
the Gaiety answered his. Instead
there came over the wire, heated, rag
ing the tones of Mr.. Henry Trimmer
, "Hello-I want Allan narrowly
ah, that's Minot talking, isn't it? Yes
Good. want word with you Dc
YOU know what think OF your meth
dds? Well, you won't now-telephone
rules in the way. Think you're going
to get ahead of Trimmer, do you:
Think you've put one over, EN-? wei
let me tell you, you're wrong. Stea
Lord Harrowby, will you? Do you
know what that means?a~ Publicity
DO YOU know what III do tomorrow.
I'll start a cyclone in this town tna'
-"