Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1915-02-06
Who 10 Paul Ellison,

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Who 10 Paul Elilsonf
For some time Warrington sat upon
he edge Of the bed and studied the
cigar, balanced IL upon his palm, as II
striving to weigh accurately Mallow's
part in a scrimmage like this. The
copra grower assuredly would be the
last man to give a cigar to d China.
man. Mallow, rich. was Mallow dis
posed OF. at least logically; unless In
deed 1t was q bit Of anticipatory re-
prisal. That might possibly be. A
drunken Mallow was capable Of much.
for all that his knowledge Of letters OF
credit might necessarily be primitive.
Yet Mallow was no fool. He would
scarcely take such a risk for 30 I'm.
stable and chancely thing as revenge
OF this order. Craig7 He hadn't the
courage. Strong and muscular as he
was, he was the average type Of
gambler, courageous only when armed
with q pack Of cards. sitting opposite
a fool and his money. But Craig and
Mallow together. He slipped
OF the label. It was worth preserv-
ing.
With an unpleasant laugh he began
to get into his clothes. Why not? The
more he thought Of it. the more he
was positive that the two had been be-
hind this assault. The belt would
have meant good deal to Craig.
There were a thousand Chinese in
Singapore who would cut mans
throat for Straits dollar. Either Nal
low or Craig had seen him counting
the money on shipboard.
He looked at his watch; quarter
after two. If they were not in their
rooms he would have good grounds for
his suspicious. He stole along the gal
lery and down the stairs to the Office,
Just in time to see the two enter, much
the worse for drink. Mallow was
boisterous. and Craig was sullen. The
former began to argue with the night
manager, who politely shook his head.
Mallow grew insistent. but the night
manager refused to break the rules
OF the hotel. Warrington inferred that
Mallow was demanding liquor. and his
inference was correct. He moved
little closer, still hidden behind the
potted palms.
.All right" cried Mallow. We'll go
back to town for It."
1--WE had enough" declared Craig
sullenly. Lets cut out booze and play
. little hand or two"
.Fine!" Mallow slapped his thigh
Is he laughed. mice bird I'd be for
you to pluck. Think Of something
else. The billiard hall 10 open"
Craig shook his head. When Mallow
was argumentative 1t was no time to
play billiards.
-Bah!" snarled Mallow. "Since you
won't drink like man nor play bill
lizards, I'm for bed. And just as the
fun was beginning"
Craig nudged him warningly. NAL
low stalked away. and Craig, realizing
that the night was done. followed.
Warrington had seen and heard
enough. He was tolerably sure. It
might have been out of pure deviltry,
90 far as Mallow was concerned; but
Craig had joined In hope Of definite
profits. A fine pair Of rogues!
He eyed indecisively the stairs and
then glanced toward the brilliant night
outside. 1t would not be possible to
sleep in that room again. So he tip
toed out to the cafe veranda and
dropped into comfortable chair. He
would hunt them up some time during
the day. He would ask Mallow for
nifty pounds, and he sincerely hoped
that Mallow would refuse him. For
he was grimly resolved that Mallow
should pay for those half-truths, moro
damning than bald lies. It was due to
Nallow that he was never more to see
or speak to Elsa. He emptied the ash
from his Guilty which he slowed away.
I The great heartache and the great
,er disillusion would not have fallen to
his lot had Elsa been frank In Ran
coon, had she but told him that she
was to sail on the same steamer. He
would have put over his sailing. He
would have gone his way, still believ-
ling himself to be Bayard, Galahad
or any other Of those simple dreamers
who put honor and chivalry above and
before all other things.
Elsa! He eoveredshis face with his
hands and remained In that position
for long while. so long indeed that
the coolies, whose business It was to
scrub the things every morning at
Hour. went about their work quietly for
Hear Of disturbing him.
! Elsa had retired almost immediate
IN after dinner. She endeavored to
tflnish some initial work on old en-
lbroideries, but the needle insisted
upon pausing and losing stitch after
stitch, She went to bed and strove to
sleep. but that sweet healer came not
to her wooing. Nothing she did could
overcome the realization OF the shock
|she had received. It had left her dull
and bewildered.
! Tho name echoed and re.echoed
Through her mind: Paul Ellison. It
should have been an illumination; In
stead, she had been thrust into utter
darkness. Neither Arthur nor his
mother had ever spoken OF brother,
and she had known them for nearly |
tan years. Two men. who might be
twin brothers. with the same name; 1t |
was maddening. What could it mean?
The beautiful white-haired mother. the |
i,andnOms charming son. who Idc!!zed !!