Ottumwa semi-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1899-1903, 1900-05-22

'He has never written me line in
his life. / happened to be listener
to his challenge and witness to your
cowardice. AS for his unique hu-
initiation of you, actually quivered
with delight when he cut off your
brazen badges. of bravery. He repent
! ed of having doneiit-like brave man
would-when he saw that had seen it
all, and he gave me the things to sew
back on your coat, but you are fight
ing with woman now, and L
shall retain them. / may need them
in the future"
lie shrank from her as if she had
struck him in the face And with a
little haunting laugh, Evelyn left him.
She was so agitated that she avoided
the Others who were listening to the
negroes as they sang spirited ballad.
IT Ronald Fanshaw could have Wit
messed what passed at Carnleigh that
evening. it might have softened his
sharp self-censure for what he had
done in the heat of passion. He had
always looked upon duelling as radi-
cally wrong, and he now told himself
he had gone too far in further humili-
ating man after he had tacitly
thrown himself on his mercy. Before
he had quilted the colonel's wood that
morning he was brought face to face
with a product of his example that
added fresh sting to his general dis
content
He had almost reached the boundary
fence when he came upon his shaggy
haired, barefooteds brother, standing
up to his ankles, in the wet loan of a
swampy spot. Dave was leaning on a
rifle as tall and sturdy-looking as him
self. an old-fashioned treasure which
he brought out only on special occa-
sions, such as prize shooting matches
at which he wasta champion shot
and when there was threatened
"black uprising
"Why, Dave, what are you doing
here?" Ronald asked, in astonish-
ment.
"Huh! I amt asdoin' nothin'. but
what would .a-done, es I'd a-beep
needed, would a-been plenty
His brother stared at him.
"1ou mean you thought of taking a
hand, Dave?"
II was a-goin' to give you yore
chance fust," said sthe fellow; 'sbut,
you bet, Twas a-goin' to see which one
was able to keep on his feet after the
an of L: Y
s-been my meat. I bowed this tube
out with prayer Dave patted his
gun caressingly and smiled). 81 kissed
my patchin', blessed my powder, an
rammed my lead home with the arm
of justice to all men" q ~, Z s
Dave, that wonld have been muir
DER
Murder a dogs hind foot! Eff that
little cymlin'-headed puppy had killed
you. Ron. Id settled his hash eff I'd
a-had to do, it with my bare fists
Dave broke into an impulsive laugh.
by hunkey. Ron. you give me the
shivers awhile ago. I wasn't nigh
enough to hear what was passin' twixt
you an him, but when seed you draw
yore knife an ketch i'm by the collar,
thought you was goin' to dig out his
fcart, an that he was a-goin' to stand
still while you was at it. What in the
name O. common sense was you do
in'?"
Ronald gave him the benefit of an
explanation, and Dave laughed incrcd-
ulousls.
can you didn't even slap his jaws?"
mo. I was satisfied"
"Weli,"- was the philosophical re.
mark, as the speaker drew one OF his
feet out of the mirc and prepared to
walk on, "ef satisfaction was good t.
eat, an growed. on vines, /. wouldn't
send you out to pick none fur my din
ner."