Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1915-06-01

Usually said the monocle man.
Jolly little pal pondered painfully
Perhaps she saw palmer than Bob
how clear was the case against him
why don't your" she suggested.
Bo bsmiled feebly. "The answer
make is the same one gave to Miss
Gerald when last spoke to her
A flame sprang :. to Gwendoline's
cheek.
You dare say that now-with all
this evidence against your" She show
ed herself keenly aware of his pres
ence now. s.4U
Il dare" He stepped to her side
and looked into her eyes. my eyes
are saying it now
The girls breast stirred quickly
Did she fear he would say those words
aloud before all the others? He was
reckless enough to do so.
do you understand or shall l make
| it plainer?' he asked, swinging back
his blond head.
II do not think that will be neces.
sary," she answered with some Diff
ficulty
What is it all about?" said the
hammer man. and there was a slight
frown on his brow.
"You ought to know" returned Bob,
as his eyes met swiftly the others.
For a moment gaze encountered gaze.
Bob's now was sardonically ironical
vet challenging The hammer throw
er's was mystified. Then the latter
shrugged.
rs he mad as we'll as a." he spoke
musingly.
Thief" said Bob. "say it right
out. I'm not afraid of the word"
The hammer thrower sighed heav.
lily. What are we to do?" he said
to Miss Gerald alphabetically. 1T
is needless to say, you can command
me-"
isn't that lovely?" Soto voce from
Bob
I'm terribly afraid the affair has
rassed from the joke stage" said
Gwendoline Gerald and once more
she appeared cool and composed.
Again she made Bob feel he was but
a matter for consideration-an in
trusive and unwelcome matter that
had to be disposed of. What ought
/ to do?"
Arrest me, Of course returned
Bob. "I've been waiting for it for
some time. And the funny part is,
the affair hasn't passed from the joke
stage. You know that" To the ham
mer man. why don't you chuckle?'
81 suppose / may as we'll tell you
I'm a bogus lord,' unexpectedly in
terrupted the monocle man at this
moment. "My name is not even high
sounding one" The hammer thrower
started slightly. "It's plain Michael
Moriarity. But I was once lords
valet" He had dropped his drawl,
though he still kept his monocle. Il
am sorry to have intruded as real
parsonage among you all, although
there are plenty Of bogus lords float
ing through society"
ooh. you didn't deceive me-" an
swered jolly little pal. II knew who
you were'
well. you certainly hoodwinked the
rest of us" observed the hammer
thrower slowly. He stood with his
head down as if thinking deeply
When he looked up. he gazed straight
into the monocle mans eyes. They
were twinkling and good humored.
An arrest in high society was rather
a ceremonious affair. You didn't take
man by the scruff of the neck and
yank him to the patrol wagon. There
were polite formalities to be observed
The end had to be accomplished With
out shocking or disturbing the other
guests. The truly artistic method
would. in fact be the attainment OF
the result while the guests remained
in absolute ignorance, for the time
being, of what had been done. 4.
Pm afraid I've got to do my duty
observed the monocle man to Bob.
"You look like man who would play
the game. A game loser. mean"
Suggestively.
ooh. I'm loser all right said