Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1916-12-11

| just heritage. We are here this morn
| ing to perform a duty
"My dear fellow" broke in Harrow.
by wearily. why should you inflict
oratory upon us2 Bring in this-er-
| gentleman"
"That will" replied Trimmer hearth
| ~. And when you have heard his
story, digested his evidence, l am
sure
Eyes, yes. Bring him in"
| Mr.. Trimmer stepped to the door,
He beckoned. A very reluctant figure
shuffled in. Georges face was green
with fright. His knees ratified togeth-
er. He made altogether a ludicrous
picture, and Mr.. Trimmer himself not
ed this with sinking heart.
"Allow me-" said Trimmer theatrical
ly. George, Lord Harrowbyw
George cleared his throat, but did
not succeed In dislodging his heart,
which was there at the moment.
"Fawncy seeing you after all these
! years." he mumbled weakly to no one
in particular.
Speak up!" said Spencer Meyrick
sharply.
! ."Who is it you're talking tor
"To him." explained George, nodding
toward Lord Harrowby. ITO my
brother Allan. Don't you know me,
Allan? Don't you know
He stopped. An expression of sur
prise and relief swept over his worried
face. He turned triumphantly to Trim
| mer.
81 don't have to prove who I am to
him. he announced.
"Why don't you" demanded Trim
mer in alarm.
Because he can't, fancy" put in
Lord Harrowby.
"No," said George slowly, 'because
l never saw him before In all my
life"
"Ah, you admit itp' cried Allan Har-
rowby with relief.
"of course do,' replied George. "I
never saw you before in my life"
And you've never been at Rake
dale Hall, have your Lord Harrow
by demanded.
"Here-wait a minuter shouted
Trimmer in panic.
"Oh, yes, I've been at Rakedale
Hail." said the claimant firmly. "T
spent my boyhood there. But you've
never been there"
'I-what"-
You've never been at Rakedale
Hall. Why? Because you're not AL
Ian Harrowby! That's why"
deathly silence fell. Only a little
travelling clock on the mantel was ar
ticulate.
Absurd, ridiculous!" cried Lord Har-
rowby.
Talk about impostors," cried George.
his spirit and his courage sweeping
back, you're one yourself! l wish
I'd got good look at you sooner. I'd
have put stop to all this. Allan Har-
rowby, eh? 1 guess not. 1 guess I'd
know my own brother If l saw him.
l guess l know the Harrowby features.
L give you twenty-four hours to get
out of town, you blooming fraud"
The mans crazy" Allan Harrowby
crieG. "Raving mad. He's an i'm
postor. This is a trick of his" He
looked helplessly around the circle. In
every face he saw doubt, questioning.
Good heavens, you're not going to lis
ten to him? He's come here to prove
that he's George Harrowby. WHY
doesn't he do it,"
III do it." said George sweetIy.
when meet n real Harrowby. In the
meantime l give you twenty-four hours
to get out of town. You'd better CO."
Victorious, George turned toward the
door. Trimmer, lost between edmira-
tton and doubt turned also.
Take my advice" George proclaim
ed. MAKE him prove who he is. That
is the important point now. What
does 1t matter to you who am?
Nothing. But it matters a lot about
him. Make him prove that he's Allan
Harrowby."
And with the imperious manner that
he should have adopted on entering the
yoom George Harrowby left it. Mr..
Trimmer, eclipsed for once, trotted at
his side.
Say" cried Trimmer in the hall, sis
that on the level? Isn't he Allan Har-
-owby?"
81 should say not" said George
Frandly. Doesn't look anything like
Allan"
Trimmer chortled in glee.
"Great stuff!' he cried. 'I guess we
tossed a bomb, eh? Now we'll run
him out of town."
"Oh, no." said George. "We've done
our work here. Let's go over to Lon
don now and see the pater."
"That we WILL" cried Trimmer
that we will BY gad, I'm proud of
you today, Lord Harrowbyr'
Inside Allan Harrowby's suit three
pairs of questioning eyes were turned
on that harassed nobleman. He fidget-
ed in his chair.
Il say" he pleaded, '1t's all his
bluff, you know"
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