Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1916-01-04
CHAPTER l.
Jane Gesoon, Buyer.

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a Ind two trunks--two. you ninny!
1Woi On est fautre?"
The gT1nning customs guard lifted
L his shouldefs to his ears and spread
/, ont hin palms. "Mais, mamselle-"
~Uonr you .mais' me, sir! had two
trunk deux troncs-when I got
aboard that wabbly old boat at Dover
this morning. and I'm not going to
bulge from this wharf until find the
Sother ono. Where did you learn your
@Frsneh, anyway Can't you under
h0tand when speak your language"
The Girl pumped herself down on
TOP OF the unhasped trunk and folded
her arms truculently. With quizzi-
Zeal smile, the customs guard looked
ing dangerously now, and began all
S6ysr again his speech Of explanation.
sWagon-nt?" She caught familiar
#loFd. Mails oui; that's where want
~ % aboard your wagon-lit, for
I've the word three syllables- mon
cket pour Parcel" she opened her
3ent-loather reticule, rummaged
1t0usly therein, brought out a hand.
echief, = tiny mirror. packet OF
S4S10 V8p6IO, 0uO ~ Ad6I AOAuCu ouu
lched ticket This she displayed
tth 4 Triumphant flourish.
vOilai II dit Miss Jane Gerson';
4t's me motmeme, mean. And
dit fdeux troncs'; now you can't
II behind that, can you? Where Is
at other trunk?"
whistle shxtlled back beyond the
inging doors Of the station. Folk
THE customs shed began hasty
th0Ying together Of parcels and
EhaMl straps, and general exodus to-
Nned the train sheds commenced. The
Hlrd on the trunk slooked appealingly
About her; nothing but hustle and con-
a0alon: no Samaritan to turn aside
ma rescue fair traveller fallen
RnonE customs guards. Her eyes
filled with trouble. and for an instant
III reliant mouth broke its line Of de.
Nomination; the lower lip quivered
1nspiciously Even the guard started
A6Walk away.
sOh, oh, please don't go!" Jane Ger
- was on her feet, and her hands
Shot out in an impulsive appeal. ooh,
oar; maybe forgot to tip you.
sI0ro. attende au secours. If you'll only
INA tn& other trunk before the train
rdon; but il may be Of any as
S6fance
Mics Gerson turned. A tallish, old
Rcnng.looking man in a gray lounge
init stood heels together and bent
S4M7y IN bow. Nothing Of the beau
the boulevardier about his face or
amer. Miss Gerson accepted his
toryentiOn as heayen-sent.
~Oh, thank you ever so much! The
ard you see, doesn't understand
"a French. just can't make him
iderstand that one of my trunks Is
rising. And the train for Paris"
Already the stranger was rafting
acdsfve French at the guard. That
Macial bowed low, and, with hands
I'd lips, gave rapid explanation. The
1n ii the gray lounge suit turned to
k11 girl.
"A little misunderstanding, Miss
ksV3erson Jane Gerson of New
H6fk, 4 she promptly supplied.
ESA little misunderstanding, Miss
xSon. The customs guard says your
hSr trunk has already been examin-
passed. and placed on the baggage
kil. He was trying to tell you that
Would be necessary for you to per-
Sit porter to take this trunk to the
IN before time for starting. With
III permission
The stranger turned and halloed
III porter, who came running. Miss
a6on had the trunk locked and
Mapped in no time and 1t was on the
Ennlder OF the porter.
You have very little time, Miss
larson. The train will be making a
Srt directly. If I might-a pilot
HIM through the station to the proper
HIN shed. am not presuming?"
%You4 are very kind" she answered
Nm hurriedly.
THEY. set of. the providential Sam