Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1915-08-03
CHAPTER XVIII. (Continued.)

you saw it was up to you for
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. l was going to ask
George not to make himself known
for a 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 I asked-he always was a
bully chap. Butt missed him.
These COMPOUNDED 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!
l 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 1ordship's voice.
George, old boy-this is Allan. I'm
waiting for you in my rooms"
Dear old chap" said his lordship,
k,,x ho fn1o
"Twenty-three years since he has
Twenty-three years of wandering in
this God-forsaken country-I 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 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 Harrowby spoke.
''Is that ready-made suit you have
on, Allan?" he asked huskily.
"Why-why-yes George"
II thought so. It's rotten bad fit,
Allan. A rotten bad fit"
Thus did George narrowly greet the
first of his kin he had seen in a quar-
ter of a 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. VI.
"How's the old boy?' he asked.
Hes 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 narrowly 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 l
get-and I'll write him today"
Good. Great to see you again,
George. Heard you'd shuffled off,
mot much. Alive and well in Chi.
cago. Great to see you"
Suppose you know about the we'd
ding?"
eyes. Fine girl too. Had waiter
point her out to me at breakfast
rather rude, but l was in hurry to
see her. Er-pretty far gone and all
that, Allan?"
pretty far gone"
"Thats the eye. I was afraid it
might he a 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