Ottumwa semi-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1899-1903, 1901-01-03
CHApTER 1.


breath of autumn in the keen wind
which swept over Lyndhurst, an old
colonial mansion on the Hudson near
New York. The big trees on the ter
raced lawn and in the dense wood be-
hind the house were shedding their
sere and yellow foliage, and in the ex-
tensive garden on the left of the en-
trance not even belated flower could
be seen in the well7arranged parterres.
, Here stood a marble statue, there a
playing fountain; the entire aspect was
cold and cherries.
Within the mansion quite different
scene presented itself. A footman in
livery stood in the vast hall; white
capped, white-aproned maid-servants
moved about with soft tread and So
licitous mien. Five o'clock tea was be-
ing served in the quaint Elizabethan
drawing room. A man less than 40
years of age, tall, handsome and with
military bearing, reclined in quaint
~ carved easy chair before the glowing
wood fire with its old-fashioned brass
fender and dragon-shaped andirons.
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round; his high, broad brow suggested
considerable power of intellect; he
wore no beard, and his short thick hair
was touched with gray. He had but
one questionable feature; an expert
physiognomist might have said that it
was pity such a strong face should
be marred by mouth slightly in
y n1inoI rrc ol,,,< r.,
who sat near him, was handsome
woman; she was perhaps as old as he.
Her complexion was clear and good !;
her teeth were fine and even; between
her parted lips they caught the red
freight and threw it back broken into
tiny CLEANS. Her hands and feet were
small and well shaped, her body pos
sessed an undulating ease of movem@1t
that gratified the visual sense of the
beholder. Her hair, was dark brown,
her eyes black and sharp, and these
things, with the general contour oil
her shrewd face, limited at French ex-
traction.
When the tea was brought in young
lady who hac been playing Beethoven
sonata on the grand piano in the large
bow-window turned to another girl of
about her own age who stood by her
ready to depart.
"You really must stop for cup of
tea, Lottie," she said, laying her Jew
eled hand on the arm of the visitor.
Il am sorry, but shall miss my
train if / stay even a moment longer;
as it is shall have to urge your coach
man to drive rapidly"
"0h, surely you are not going, Miss
Dean" protested Maj. Goddard, rising
and coming towards them. "We really
see SO little of you, you know, and when
'ou do honor us it is generally only to
the extent of pop call. 1 am really
going to incite my ward to downright
rebellion against you and all the rest of
her old school friends
That is right, Guardian" The plan
list smiled as she rose; you must stand
by me. Lottie has such nice time in
the city that she is getting above such
quiet retreat as this
:'0h, it isn't that" laughed the ac-
cused. Il do enjoy it so much here and
I am coming to pay you good visit
before long. Really, i am looking for
ward to it with great deal of pleas
ure"
= We'll, until then we shall have a
truce" cried the major and he.escorted
the guest to the door where his car
riage was waiting. Ashe reentered the
drawing room the expression of his
wife's face riyeted his attention. Mrs.
Goddard was watching Miss Briscoe,
who had left the piano and was pouring
the tea at the low brass table in the
center of the room. The look she was
giving his ward was so full of malig-
nant dislike that the genial face of the
major grew grave. He seated himself in
the chair he had just left and eyed his
wife attentively. Just then Miss Bris-
.coe brought a cup of tea to him.
You'll find it exactly right, Guard
IAN, she said with a smile, 81 not only
know the number but, now under
stand the size of the Jumps of sugar
you want"
1T is always right, Blanche, when
you pour it for me. He would have
added further pleasantries to this
had he not felt the rigid stare OF. his
wife upon him.
You have nice manners, must say !"
Mrs. Goddard suddenly jerked out,
"but presume you were taught in that
Fifth Avenue school TO serve gentle
men before LADIES'
The beautiful gil flushed to her
wayy golden hair.
"oh, do pardon me, Mrs, Goddard, I
am so forgetful; Guardian looked SO
tired afterhis journey to town that T."
ooh, it doesn't matter in the least"
and this retort was emphasized by
Mrs. Goddard's rising, pushing past
the girl and pouring her own tea. Her
face was dark with suppressed rage as
she took her cup to a window-seat be-
hind the piano and hastily dranlit aft
Or the manner of angry individuals. Il
4 Neyer mind said Maj. Goddard to