Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1915-07-15
4 CHAPTER XII.
" reaPo From tho 0eleky,

*" Tears From tho oelsky.
they looked up suddenly ten min.
utes later to ind man standing be.
tween them. He was little man,
clad all in white, suit, shoes, stock
ings. His sly old face was lemon
yellow, and his eyes suggested lights
flaming In the dark woods at night.
BEG pardon" said the little man.
aAh and what can We do for you?"
inquired O'Neill.
''Nothing Mr.. Mears? Mr.. Eliott?"
Gone. Vamosed You are now
speaking to the managing editor of the
Mail"
"Ah. Indeed? .,
I'VE are very busy. If you'll Just
tell mo what you want"
81 merely dropped In. I am Manuel
Gonzale, owner Of the Mail"
"Good lord!" cried O'Neili.
do not be disturbed. take 1t you
gentlemen have replaced Mears and
Elliott. am glad. Let them 80. You
look like bright young men to me
quite bright enough. I employ you. .
Thanks" stammered the manag.
Ing editor.
Don't mention it. Here is Madame
On Dts column for tomorrow. 1t
runs on tho first rage. AS for the rest
Of the paper, suit youNelves."
ONetil took the copy, and glanced
through It.
here?" he asked.
"The material in that column said
the little man, his eyes narrowing,
&C.
stand that at once"
The madame writes hot stuff" ven.
tured O'Neill.
Il am the madame" said the owner
Of the Mail with dignity.
He removed the copy from O'Neills
hand and glided with 1t into the other
room. Scarcely had he disappeared
when the door was opened furiously
and a painting man stood inside. Mr..
Henry Trimmer's keen eye surveyed
the scene.
where's Mears-Elliott?' he cried.
You're not the cashier, are your
asked O'Neill with interest.
Don't try to be funny" roared
Trimmer. "Im looking for the edi-
tor Of this paper"
Z
piled. What Is it?'
"You mean you- Say! I've got
front page story for tomorrows issue
that will upset the town."
Come to my arms cried O'Nell.
what Is it?'
"The real Lord Harrowby has been
kidnapped"
O'Neill stared at him sorrowfully.
Have you been reading the Ouch
ess AGAIN." he asked. who the hell
is Lord Harrowby?"
"Do you mean to say you don't
know? Where have you been buried
alive?"
Out Of the inner room glided Man
uel Gonzale, and recognizing him,
Mr.. Trimmer poured into his ear the
story Of Georges disappearance. Mr..
Gonzale rubbed his hands.
"A good story" he said. "A very
good story Thank you, thousand
times. myself will write it,
With scornful glance at the two
strangers. Mr.. Trimmer went out. and
Manuel Gonzale sat down at his desk.
O'Neill and Howe returned to their
encyclopedia dispatches.
There you are" said Gonzale at
last, standing. Put an eight column
head on that, please. and run it on
the front page. A very fine story.
The paper must go to press"-he look
ed at a diamond studded watch-In
an hour. Only four pages. Please see
to the makeup. My circulation man
ager will assist you with the distri,
button" At the door he paused. 1T
occurs to me that your eXchequer
may be low. Seventy-f1ve dollars
week for the managing editor. Fifty
for the city editor. Allow me-ten
dollars each in advance. If you need
more, pray remind me-"
Into their hands he put crinkling
,ills. And then. gliding still like the
OK he looked. he went out into the
lieht.