Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1915-07-08

a moment he stood smiling and bow
; ing before the approving multitude
Then he raised a hand commanding
silence.
my dear friends" he said, II ap
preciate this reception. AS said In
my handful of this afternoon, l am
working in the interests of Justice
to your delightful little city Is beyond
any question whatsoever George Har
rowby, the eldest son of the Earl OF
Raybrook and as such he Is entitled
! to call himself Lord narrowly.
know the American people well
enough to feel sure that when they
realize the facts they will demand
that justice be done. That is why
have prevailed upon Lord narrowly
to meet you here in this, your temple
of amusement, and put his case before
you. His lordship will talk to you
for time with a view of getting &C
quainted. He has chosen for the sub
ject of his discourse "The Old Days
at Rakedale Hall" Ladies and gentle.
men, have the honor to introduce
the real Lord Harrowby.'
Out of the wings shuffled the lean
and gloomy Englishman whom Mr..
Trimmer had snatched from the un-
known to cloud certain wedding day.
The applause burst forth. It shook
the building. From the gallery de-
scended a shrill penetrating whistle
of acclaim.
Mr.. Minot glanced at the face of
the girl beside him. She was looking
straight ahead, her cheeks bright red,
her eyes flashing with anger. Be.
You'd, the face of Harrowby doomed,
frozen, terrible .. ......
"Shall we-go?" Minot whispered.
"By no means" the girl answered
eve should only call attention to our
presence here. I know at least fifty
people in this audience. We must see
it through
The applause was stilled at last and,
supremelxfussed, the "real>Lord Har-
rowby' faced that friendly throng.
''Dear-er-people," he said. "As
Mr.. Trimmer has told you, we seek
only justice. / am not here to argue
my right to the title I claim-that I
can do at the proper time and place.
am simply proposing to go back
back into the past many years-back
to the days when was boy at Rake
dale hail. I shall picture those days
as no impostor could picture them
and when have done shall allow
you to judge"
And there in that crowded little
southern opera house on that hot Feb
ruary night, the actor who followed
the trained seals proceeded to go
back. With unfaltering touch he
sketched for his audience the great
stone country seat called Rakedale
hall, where for centuries the Harrow
took his audience there to visit
through the massive iron gates up the
broad avenue bordered with lines, IN
til the high chimneys, the pointed
gables, the mullioned windows, and
the walls half hidden by ivy, creeping
roses and honeysucgles were revealed
to them. He took them through the
house to the servants quarters
which he called "the offlces"-out into
the kitchen gardens, thence to the
paved quadrangle Of the stables with
its arched gateway and the Ginning
clock above. Tennis courts, grape
houses, conservatives, they visited
breathlessly; they saw over the brow
of the hill the low square tower Of the
old church and the chimneys of the
wears modest house. And far away.
they beheld the trees that furnished
cover to the little beasts 1t was the
Earl of Raybrook's pleasure to hunt
in the season.
Becoming more specific, he spoke
OF the neighbors, and a bit of romance
crept in in the person Of the fair hear
ed Honorable Edith Townshend, who
lived to the west of Rakedale hall. He
described at length the picturesque
personality Of the racing parson,"
neighbor on the south, and In full &C
cord with the ideas of the sporting
Earl Of Raybrook.
The events of his youth, he said
crowded back upon him as he recalled
this happy scene, and emotion we'll
nigh choked him. However, he man
aged to tell of a few Of the celebrities
who came to dinner, of their bon mots,
their preferences in cuisine. He men
toned the thrilling morning when he
was nearly drowned in the brook that
skirted the purple meadow; also
the thrilling afternoon when he hid
his mothers famous necklace In the
biscuit box on the sideboard and up
set a whole household. And he mar
rated a dozen similar exploits, each
garnished with small Illuminating de-
tails. !,
His audience sat fascinated. All
who listened felt that his words rang