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

Mr. Paddock.
Lonesome" shivered Minot Ever
God has forgot this place. Only Mar
conf has remembered"
And even as they wandered there
amid the swamps, where alligator'
and rattlesnakes alone saw fit tt
dwell, back in San Marco the capable
Mr. Trimmer was busy. BY poster
and by handful he was spreading
word of his newest coup, SO that by
evening no one in town-save the few
who were most concerned-was un
aware of development rich, rare ant
racy.
Minot and Paddock returned late
and their dinner was CORRESPONDENCE
delayed. It was eight-thirty O'Clock
when they at last strolled into the
lobby Of the De la Pax. There they
encountered Miss Meyrick, her father
and Lord narrowly.
Were taking Harrowby to the
movies" said Miss Meyrick. HE con
fesses he's never been. Won't you
come along?"
She was one OF her gay selves ~
night, white, slim, laughing, irresist
ible. Minot, looking at her, thought
that she could make even Taragona
island bearable. He knew Of no great
er tribute to her charm.
The girl and narrowly led the way
and Minot and Paddock followed with
Spencer Meyrick. The old man was
An imposing figure in his white serge
which ,accentuated the f1oridness OF
his face. He talked of an administra.
ton that did not please him, of rail-
road fallen on evil days. Now and
again he paused and seemed to lose
the thread of what he was saying,
while his eyes dwelt on his daughter,
walking ahead.
They arrived shortly at the San
Marco opera house, devoted each even.
ing to three acts of refined vaude'
vile" and six Of the newest film re-
leases. It was here that the rich lott
ering in San Marco found their only
theatrical amusement, and forgetting
Broadway. laughed and were thrilled
with simpler folk. A large crowd was
faily fighting to get in and Mr.. Pad
dock, who volunteered to buy the
tickets, was forced to take his place
at the end Of long line.
Finally they reached the dim in
terror of the opera house and were
shown to seats far down in front. BY
hanging back in the dusk Minot man.
aged to secure the end seat, with Miss
Meyrick at his side. Beyond her sat
Lord Harrowby, gazing with rapt
British seriousness at the humorous
film that was being flashed on the
screen.
Between pictures narrowly offered
an opinion.
"You in, America are jolly lot,
he said. "Just fancy our best people
in England attending cinematograph
exhibition
They tried to fancy it, but with his
lordship there, they couldn't. Two
more pictures ran their filmy lengths,
while Mr.. Minot sat entranced there
In the half dark. 1t was not the pic
lures that entranced him. Rather,
was it ladys nearness, the fash OF
her smile, the hundred and one tones
Of her voice-all, all again as 1t had
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just before the awakening.
After the third picture the lights
of the auditorium were turned up,
and the hour Of vaudeville arrived.
On to the stage strolled pert con.
fident youth CARRIED in shabby gran
deur, who attempted sidewalk repair
tee. He clipped his jests from bar.
bershop periodicals, bought his songs
from an ex-barroom song writer, and
would have gone to the mat with any
one who denied that his act was IRE.
fined" Mr.. Minot, listening to his
gibes, thought Of the Paddock jest fac
tory and Mrs. Bruce.
When the young man had wrung
the last encore from kindly audi
ence, the drop curtain was raised and
revealed on the stage in cleaning
splendor Captain Posonby's troupe OF
trained seals. An intelligent aggrega-
ton they proved, balancing balls on
their small heads, juggling flaming
torches. and taking as their just due
humps of sugar from the captains
hand as they finished each feat. The
audience recalled them again and
again and even the peerage was cap
tivated
"Clever beasts, aren't they?" Lord
narrowly remarked. And as Cap
tain Posonby took his final curtain,
his lordship added: !,
''Er-what follows the trained
seals?'
The answer to Harrowby's query
came almost Immediately, and a start
ling answer it proved to be.
Into the glare of the footlights step
ped Mr.. Henry Trimmer. His manner
was that of the conQuering hero. Foe