Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1916-01-20
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| the Winter Garden. A timid little
cigar maker she was, here in Gibral'
tar.
"Louisa!" Almer's head bobbed up
on a suddenly stiffened neck as he
whispered her name. She set her
boxes of cigars on the desk, opened
them, and as she made gestures to
point the worthiness of her wares, she
spoke swiftly, and in a half whisper:
"All is as we hoped, Almer. He
comes on the Princess Mary-a cable
gram from Koch just got through to-
day. I wanted
"You mean" Almer thrust his
head forward in his eagerness, and
his eyes were bright beads.
Captain Woodhouse-our Captain
Woodhouse!" The girls voice trem'
bled in exultation. And his number
Ibis Wilhelmstarsse ~nu1nber--is--.
! listen carefully: Nineteen Thirty:two.'
nineteen Thirty-two," Almer re-
peated, under his breath. Then
aloud: ION the Princess Mary, you
say?
eyes: she is already anchored in
the straits. The tenders are coming
ashore. He will come here, for such
were his directions in Alexandria
Louisa started to move toward the
street door. -,>. Ella n,.a5~vr .af
But you," Almer stopped her; "the
English are making a roundup or sus-
poets on the Rock. They will ask
neutrality-suspicious. arrest
'"Me? No, l think not. Just because
was away from Gibraltar for six
weeks and have returned so recently
Is not enough to rouse suspicion.
Haven't I been J%osepha, the cigar
girl, to every Tommy In the garrison
for nearly a year? Mono, senior;
you are wrong. There r the purest
cigars made south of Madrid. Indeed,
senior" ~ 49, %aosc- g
The girl had suddenly changed her
tone to one of professional wheedltng,
for she saw three entering the door.
Almer lifted his voice angrily: -
"Josepha, your mother is substitute
ing with these cigars. Take them
back and tell her If I catch her doing
this again it means the cells for her
The cigar girl bowed her head in
simulated fright, sped past the incom-
ing tourists, and lost herself in the
shifting crowd IN the street. Almer
permitted himself to mutter angrily
as he turned back to his books. FL
"You see, mother? See that hotel
keeper lose his temper and tongue
lash that poor girl?> Just what I tell
you-these foreigners don't know how
to be polite to ladies'
Henry J. Sherman-""yes, sir. Of Ke-
vance. Illynoy"-mopped his bald
pink dome and glared truculently, at
the insulting back of Joseph Almer.
Mrs. Sherman, the lady of direct i'm
pulses who had contrived to stare
| Captain Woodhouse out of counter
ance in the Winter Garden not long
back. cast herself despondentlp on
the decrepit lounge and appeared to
need little invitation to be precipitat-
ed into a crying spell. Her daughter.
Kitty, a winsome. little slip, stood be-
hind her. arms about the mothers
neck, and her hands stroking the
maternal cheeks.
"There-there, mother; everythingM
come out right" Kitty vaguely assur-
ed. Mrs. Sherman, determined to
have no eye for the clouds silver lin
ling. rocked back and forth on the
sofa and gave voice to her woe:
ooh. We'll never see Kewanee again.
I know It! / know It! With everybody
pushing and showing us away from
the steamers-everybody refusing to
cash our checks, and all this fighting
going on somewhere up among the
1Belgians--" The lady from Kewanee
pulled out the stopper of her grief,
! and the tears came c%opiously. Mr..
Sherman, who had made an elaborate
ipretense of studying a steamer guide
he found on the table, looked up hur-
riedly and blew his nose loudly in
sympathy.
"Cheer up, mother. Even if this
first trip of ours-this Grand Tower
as the guide books call it-has been
sorta tough, we had n compensation
anyway. We saw the Palace OF Peace
at the Hague before the war broke
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