Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1915-08-07
CHAPTER Xxx. (Continued.)
"please KILL"
! con EPT

Early Tuesday morning, while Mr..
Minot still slept and mercifully for
got, two very wide awake gentlemen
sat alone together in the Office OF the
San Marco Mail. One was Manuel
Gonzale. proprietor Of that paper, as
immaculate as the morn; the other
was that bzroad and breezy gentle
man known in his present incarnation
as Mr. Martin Wall.
>"Very neat Very neat indeed
said Mr.. Wall, gazing with evident APP
prevail at an inky smelling sheet that
lay before him. ut ought to do the
work. II 1t does, it will be the first
stroke of luck I've had in San Marco
Gonzale smiled. revealing two even
rows of very white teeth.
"You do not like. San Marco?' he
ventured.
Mr.. Wall snorted angrily.
Like it? Does a beheaded man
like the ak? In a long and golden
professional career, I've never struck
anything like this town before for
hard luck I'm not in 1t tWenty'four
hours when I'm left alone, my hands
tied, with stuff enough to make your
eyes pop out of your head. That's
pleasant! Then, after spending two
months and a lot Of money trailing
Lord Harrowby for the family Jools,
finally COP them. I give the ere"
of my borrowed boat orders to steam
far far away, and run to my cabin
to gloat. Do I gloat? Ask me. 40
not gloat I find the famous Chain
Lightning's Collar Is very superior
collection of glass, worth about TWEEN
ty-three cents. l send back the glass;
and stick around, hoping for better
days. And the best get Is call
from the owner of my yacht, with or
ders to vacate at once. When nrst
came here swore I'd visit that Jew
elry store again-alone. But-there's
a INK after me in this town. WHAT'S
the use? I'm going to get out.
But before you co. smiled Man.
uel zone stroke of luck you snaii
have"
Maybe. Ieleave that to you. This
kind Of thing'-he motioned toward
the damp paper-'is not in my line,
He bent over q picture on the IRON
page. THAT cut came out pretty
well. didn't it? Lucky we got the
photograph before big brother George
arrived"
II have always found San Marco
lucky" replied Gonzale. Always
with one trifing exception he
drummed reminiscently on his desk.
II say-who's this?" Mr.. Wall point
cd to a line Just beneath the name OF
the paper. Robert O'Neill, Editor
and Proprietor" he read.
O,yrpled 9OftlY
somewhere within, which was his cum
ming, non-committal way OF indicating
mirth.
"Ah-my very> virtuous managing
editor" he said. "One of those dogs
Who dealt so vilely with mel have
told you of that Manuel Gonzale
does not forget" He leaned closer.
This morning at two, after O'Nelll
and Howe had sent today's paper 70
press as usual, Luypas, my circulation
manager and I arrived. My virtuous
editors had departed to their rest.
Luypas and I stopped the presses, we
substituted a new f1rst-page FORM
O'Neill and Howe-they will not know.
Always they sleep until noon. In TINS
balmy climate, it IS easy to lie abed.
Again Manuel Gonzale gurgled.
MAY their sleep be dreamless,' ne
said. And should our work OF the
morning fail, may the name or O'Nelil
he the first to concern the police
Wall laughed.
"A good idea" he remarked. He
looked at his watch. 'Nine-f1teen.
The banks ought to be open now.
Gonzale got to his feet. Carefully
he folded the page that had been lying
on his desk.
"The moment for action has come,
he said Shall we 90 down to the
street,"
I'm in strange waters responded
Martin Wall uneasily. "The first dip
I'VE ever taken out of my line. Don't
believe in It either-a man should