Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1915-10-23


n think III go back, If you don't mind
and see, if can help No---don't
wait. Stop in at the Office when
you get time. Good-by."
+, The girl saw Lorimer return, but
Just as he reached her she started up
the platform. Lorimer began to say
something dreadful under his breath
when his sense of humor triumphed
and he stopped for the bags. "Shy!"
he chuckled. Afraid the chap in the
plaid coat was going to flirt with
ner! Gone for help! Well, we will
Just pick up her things and tote 'em
along anyway. Gee whiz! l never
knew women's things weighed so
much! No wonder she, couldn't carry
them!'
The girl had a start Of ten yards
or so, but Lorimer, with long, easy
strides, soon covered the distance.
,, Then he kept respectfully at her heels
until she reached the station gates.
She started for the check room, then
changed her mind and made for the
street.
The bags, which had originally
weighed twenty pounds apiece, now
weighed fifty, and by the time she
had reached taxicab stand they
weighed eighty.
Lorimers sense Of humor no longer
helped to assuage the aching of his
muscles.
:, He set the bags on the ground and
rubbed his cramped biceps.
Wouldn't you think 5she should
throw kind word to poor dog!
She hasn't wasted as much as
smile on me since we started"
The girl was rummaging through
her purse. Looking for an ad-
dress!" thought Lorimer. She evil
IDENTIFY failed to find what she sought
for she turned out all the contents
into her hand. Then she replaced
the mixture of papers and toilet &C
cessories, and continued on down the
street.
Help! Where is she going now"
Lorimer's jaw dropped in amaze
ment. He looked after the girl, then
down at the bags, and at the blisters
on his hands. The girl was walking
faster than before and he was likely
to find the trail more difacult In the
crowded streets.
"Trot along, Fido!" he commanded
himself blowing on his hands and
picking up the bags. Just follow
the missus! She's lost the address
and we don't know where we are
going. AS near as can figure 1t,
It'll be the hospital in about ten
minutes, but If I don't catch up now,
and keep the lady's buds, more'n
likely it will be the lookup"
Along went Lorimer after the girl.
He had shut his teeth hard. His
arms were pulling out Of the sockets.
Great drops of sweat, were " rolling
down his face. 1ads ron uts yer3 /
The, girl was entering an, Office
building when Lorimer determined
to end the misery Here's where
the trail ends for Fido!"
Setting the bags upon the mosaic
floor he approached the girl as she
waited for an ascending elevator.
II beg your pardon" said he, lift.
ing his hat II think shall have to
turn your luggage over to an attend
ant here, to manage for you. IL
have a very pressing business en-
gagement and really must CO. He
took out his watch to emphasize his
words.
The pretty girl looked at the bags
in establishment.
d "You mean those bags!
& z "Yes!" t&7 ".t at
"Why, they are not mine!"
mot yours. Then whose under
the canopy are they?"T asked Lorimer,
and as he spoke his eyes made a
rapid survey of the offenders. They
were suspiciously familiar!
The girl started to laugh, then
stopped suddenly. Her. face worked
convulsively for minute, as she
struggled to hide her amusement.
Are you the man / saw in the sta
tion?"
"That same!" meekly.
"And you followed me all this dis
lance carrying those bags?"
"Ditto."
"But why didn't you ask me-"
"They seemed to be yours. You
were standing guard over them"
81 knew they were not mine. and
chought that as some one had made
a mistake and carried mine on ahead
had better stay beside the stray
ones. Father always says, in case OF
mistake, to hold the wrong ones.
II will eventually lead to the where
abouts of ones own belongings.
When saw you come for your bags
I decided it was useless to remain
there, and I intended to look for mine
in the baggage room. But as was
tired and hungry l decided to send
Bob, my brother, to do the investi-