Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1915-07-29

dragged out the nearest travelling bal
and began to pack like mad man.
Mr.. Minot was finishing leisurely
and lonely dinner about an hour later
when Jack Paddock ran up to his
table. Mr.. Paddock's usual calm was
sadly ruffled.
Dick he cried heres news fol-
you. l met Lord narrowly sliding
out side door with a suit case jus,
now"
Minot leaped to his feet. e..
What does that mean?" he won
dered aloud.
'Mean?" answered Mr.. Paddock. at
means just one thing. Old George
had the right dope narrowly Is a
fake. He's making his getaway.
Minot threw down his napkin
"Oh, he is, is hep he cried "Well,
guess not. Come on, Jack"
What are you going to do?"
'I'm going down to the station and
stop him. He's caused me too much
trouble to let him slide out like this.
A fake. Ell? Well, I'll have him be-
hind the bars tonight"
A negro cab driver was, by super
human efforts, reused to hasty action.
He ratified the two young men wildly
down the silent street to the railway
station. They dashed into the drab
little waiting room just as a voice
called:
Train for the north! Jacksonville!
Savannah. Washington! New York;
There he ISL Paddock cried, and
pointed to the lean figure OF Lord
Harrowby slipping out the door near
est the train shed.
Paddock and Minot ran across the
waiting room and out into the open.
In the distance they saw Harrowby
passing through the gate and on to
the tracks. They ran up just in time
to have the gate banged shut in their
faces.
Here" cried MINT. 1--WE got to
get in there. Let me through"
where's your ticket?" demanded
the great stone face on guard.
81 haven't got one, but"
"Too late anyhow said the face.
"The trains started.
Through the wooden pickets M1not
saw the long yellow string OF coaches
slipping by. He turned to Paddock
ooh very well,' he cried, exulting.
'Let him go. Come onH
He dashed back to the carriage that
had brought them from the hotel, the
driver of which sat In stupor trying
to regain his wits and nonchalance.
what now?" Paddock wanted TO
know
Get. I'M" commanded Minot. He
pushed his friend on to the musty
seat and followed.
ITO the De la Pax" he cried, AS
fast as you can 60.
But what the devils the need OF
hurrying now" demanded Paddock.
"All the need in the world" replied
Minot joyously. I'm going TO nave
a talk with Cynthia Meyrick. A llttle
talk-alone"
"Ah," said Mr. Paddock softly,
cloves young dream.
CHAPTER XVII.
The Shortest Way Homo.
The moon was shining in that city
of the picturesque past. It's light fell
silvery on the narrow streets, the OLD
adobe houses, the listless palms. In
every shadow seemed to Turk the mem
orv of love long dead-a love OF
the old passionate Spanish days. A
soft breeze came whispering from the
very sea Ponce de Leon had sailed. 1t
was as if at a signal-a bugle-call. q
rose thrown from window, the Doom
of a cannon at the waters edge-the
forgotten past of hot hearts, OF arms
equally ready for cutlass or slender
waist, could live again.
And Minot was as one VINO hao
heard such signal He loved. The
obstacle that had confronted him,
wrung his heart, left him helpless,
was swept away He was like a man
who. released from prison, sees the
sky the green trees, the hills again
He loved! The moon was shining!
He stood amid the colorful blooms
Of the hotel courtyard and looked up
Of her window, with It's white curtain
waving gently in the breeze. He call
cd softly. And then he saw her race
neering out as some senorlta OF tne
old days from her lattice
GIVE news-very important news,
he said MAY I see you a moment?
Far better this than the telephone
or the bellboy. Far more IN keeping
with the magic Of the night.
She came, dressed in the white thai
set off so we'll her hair of cleaning
copper. Minot met her on the veran'
da She smiled into his eyes lnqulr'
ingly. - o., 10
asked.
Where toy !,
1say to the fort--the longest way
she glanced back toward the hotel