Ottumwa semi-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1916-1918, 1917-09-14


tface was no longer hard, and her
eyes were full of gratitude.
Thank heaven!" she murmured
go on please"
When l got back" he continued y
l"I didn't know what to do. came
up toward the house. saw light
in that back room, and crept quite
close. The window was open at the
top and heard Z great deal. heard
you talk as you came back from the
stable yard"
How much do you know" she
asked.
well, l gathered" he went on,
that they've got horse there sup
posed to be worthless, but which
really is Prince George. Prince
George was reported to have gone
dead lame and to have been shot last
February. It's a clever dodge. re-
! member it was tried some six years
ago, before my time. Prince George
Mr.. Pontifex, and, of course. he'll VIM
You've got the whole story" she
admitted, in low tone. Only when
tried to plead with my brother-he
isn't really bad, but he has been led
away by that mamie was more
brutal than ever could have believed
The thought Of money has turned his
brain. He left me alone with Brown
ley. The man is a beast. got fright
ened. Then I ran away"
"And here we are" Bliss remarked.
She nodded.
What are you going to do?" he in
quired.
Il don't" she replied. 81 was so
relieved at getting away. That man
II am not coward, but I was
frightened to death. Jack had gone.
and"
Her hands suddenly went to her
face. Bliss, though he was cold and
weary. felt q thrill of fierce anger.
1.-The BLACKBOARD" he muttered.
She cried for moment or two.
"I'll tell you what should suggest"
Bliss said. "We'd better 60 back to
Newmarket by this lower road. You'll
be quite safe at the hotel there. You
can send a note up to- your brother,
and say that you are going to be at
the races Tell him that II Prince
George runs. you'll report the matter
to the stewards"
1T will ruin jack" she sighed; "but
shall have to do 1t. Will you 90 back
to Newmarket then. please!'
(To be continued.)
Her tone was almost humble, her
manner had completely changed. Bliss
turned into the by-road and they
drove into Newmarket about i've
o'clock.
eau revoir, and thank you so
much" she said as she turned to fol.
low a chambermaid into her room. 81
shall write that note before I 60 to
bed. The night porter will take you
to your quarters. I hope you sleep
we'll"
What time shall you require me
again, madam" Bliss asked
She hesitated.
"Will you be ready to take me up
to the course. please. in time for the
first racer"
Certainly. madam"
At ten minutes to two that afternoon
Bliss and the young lady who had be-
come his temporary employer stood
up side by side in the car, their eyes
fixed upon the number board.
There was great crowd, although
for a moment a curious silence
reigned It seemed as though every
one was waiting for the hosting of
the numbers.
They're going up" Bliss muttered.
its white Lettering was hoisted into
Bliss arm
mo. g." she gasped. mo. 8!
Look for No. g."
1T isn't there" Bliss assured her
ut isn't. You can see for yourself"
There was a murmur Of voices, and
thep came the roar from the book.
makers enclosure. She suddenly sat
down. q man who had been standing
by their side lowered his glasses.
"Mr Pontifex isn't running, after
all, see," he remarked to bystander.
What the dickens he was ever back.
ed for, l can't imagine. He never had
and earthly"
The girl glanced toward Bliss and
he understoods He turned the car
around and they left the race-course.
Where to, madam" he asked.
81 don't know" she answered, lean.
ing back. Somewhere into the
country-somewhere long way from
here. I'll stop you presently"
CHAPTER XXI.
An Invitation to Dine.
Bliss. with some difficulty, Olsen.
tangled the car from the crowd Of
vehicles and drove out on
to the Newmarket Road. Then he
brought the car slowly to a standstill.
IF you could Just give me an idea