Iowa voter. [volume] (Knoxville, Iowa) 1867-1874, 1874-02-26

with flourish which would nave done
credit to professional coachman.
Have you got some warm glovesv'
asked Mrs. Bentley.
Nothing but kids; they will be warm
enough"
mo, indeed, they won't; wait mo-
ment.o She fastened into the house, and
in momentreturned with pair OF warm
wooden mittens.
aHere. put these on, Lutte, you'll need
them, for it's very cold driving now" she
said
Lutte obeyed, and the plump little
hands snugly encased therein looked ex-
ceedingly "funny," as the young lady ex-
pressed it.
In few moments more, having re-
ceived her instructions, Lutte drove away.
Don't forget TO deliver those four
aunt called after her.
aOh, no; but you haven't told me where
he lives" said Lutte, drawing rein and
waiting for the information.
81 declare, don't know where he does
live; hut you can inquire at the market
where you are to deliver the rest. It's
somewhere in the north part of the city,
not a great way from the market, and
they'll be likely to know him there"
81 think / can find it." replied Lutte,
and drove off at brisk pace.
In due time she Arrived in the city and
drew up rein kfore the market.
Explaining the cause Of her coming,
she delivered the articles intended for the
said market, and then inquired for the
residence of Col. Ormsby.
AZ cannot tell you, Miss" replied the
proprietor; "but if you'll step into that
little restaurant on the corner there, l
think you will obtain the desired informa-
ton / believe they've got young
woman in their employ who was once
servant in Col Ormsby's family"
Lutte hesitated; should she allow her
self to enter third-class saloon, where
she would be likely to come in contact
with low fellows who make such places
their resort for drinking, gambling and
smoking? In a moment she decided that
she would be recognized by no one, and
as she had undertaken TO perform this
mission she must go on and carry out the
entire programme.
Lightly she tripped across the street,
entered the saloon, and of the slovenly-
looking girl behind the counter she made
her inquiry.
Al don't know myself, Miss, but if
you'll wait here few minutes I'll go into
the kitchen and ask one of the girls that
used to work there"
A gain Lutte hesitated. She disliked
the idea of remaining here even for a
few minutes. What if some of her ac-
quaintances should chance to pass, and,
looking in, recognize her there?
Seeing she hesitated, the girl said:
"Ifyou don't like to wait here, you can
step into the sitting ROOM"
Lutte comics ed that she would rather
step into the sitting-room, for if Leon Lam
caster should pass the door and see her
there he would be sure to recognize her,
she thought, as she believed that his low
ing eyes could never be deceived.
The girl threw open the door OF the sit.
ting-room and Lutte entered, but started
back, turned pale and almost tainted, for
there, seated at table, with bottle Of
some kind of liquor before him, and q
halfemptied glass in his hand, she be-
held Leon Lancaster, her affianced hus'
band.
"Hol no! my pretty one" he cried,
rising and coming toward her with q
drunken leer upon his face, which made
him appear actually loathsome and re-
pulsiye. "What do you fear, that you
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come here and give me kiss"
"Backp, she cried, raising her hand,
from which she had removed the mitten
which she had worn at her aunts sug-
gestion.
"Ah, the little beauty is going to be
|tiignitied, isn't she?" he grinned. "But
vol, must be more kind come, give me
kiss from those ripe lips"
"Back, sayl" she cried, or will call
assistance. / merely came 10 make an in
uuiry of one of the servants, and did not
expect to come in contact with drunken
villain"
"Oh! how spirited she Is. like that"
he answered, STOPPING and picking up the
mitten which in her excitement she had
dropped. "Come, now, give me kiss, or
you shall not have your mitten. All y he
continued, starting back, as he noticed the
magnificent ring which she wore upon
the forefinger of her right hand, "where
did You get that ringy Let me look at 1t,
will your"
"No, will not"
"Where did you get i'll"
at matters not now, since came nom
estly by it. i will give it to you when
next see you"
"By Jovel that's clever; but must see
it now, " and he took step toward her.
"Stand back'
az will see that ring"
He caught her by the shoulder, but as
quick as lightning the little hand came
down with a smarting blow upon his
cheek.
s.l'll have kiss for that, I'll swear" he
cried. and holding her firmly he pressed
kiss after kiss upon her lips. !,
At length by violent effort she freed
herself from his grasp and rushed from
the room, when he called after her:
II shall keep the mitten, my dear, until
we meet again"
The girl now entered the front shop,
whittier Lutte had fled from the embrace
of Leon Lancaster. She received the de-
sired information and hurried away.
She completed her business and drove
home minus one mitten, but she was so
thoroughly angry that she did not notice
that one little hand was numb with the
cold when she arrived there.
Thanksgiving day arrived, and with u
numerous guests came to enjoy the good
old time festival at Farmer Bentley's.
Lutte had taken fancy to spend the
week with her aunt and when she LEFT iier
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