Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1904-12-22


He has his fathers eyes, Sir William"
At this remarkable discovery bow
ed and said twas an honor to be con-
sidered like my father in any particu-
lar. /.
Burn me-" murmured> his lordship
in an ecstasy at my. natural response.
BURN me, Sir William, what wit he
has, now!' And he peeped at me,
squeezing his eyes into two weak Sits.
and laid his snuffbox against his nose.
Apparently surfeited with admira-
ton, he invited Sir William to take
snuff with him; then, turning to Gov
ernor Tryon, who had just come into
the stall, he fell to smirking and ex-
claiming and vaporing about God
knows what until I, weary and cloyed,
glanced around me at the crowd on the
seats above us.
The governor passed by with his
clanking dragons, among them the
young jackanapes who had presumed
to sneer at our yeomanry, and we de-
livered pair of scornful glances at,
each other which crossed like broad
swords.
And now my Lord Dunmore's bou-:
doir on wheels drove up, and his pur-
ring lordship minced of in the midst
Of his flame colored Virginians.
One lady there was, in mask and
silvery cloak, who looked OF me SO
long through the eye holes that felt
too, in mask and rose mantle, who lift
ed the linen trile, displaying fresh, 81
sweet, smiling mouth. This one in
rose turned twice to look at me, and
it amused me to feel my heart go
a-bumptng at my ribs SO loud, for she
did truly resemble Marie Livingston.
Sir William and Colonel Claus had
joined Lord Dunmore in his coach. Sir
! John and Colonel Butler attached
themselves to our Governor Tryon. l.
abandoned, rode back to the Hall with
company Of Virginians and dragons,
wondering if ever l might acquire such,
& craftsmanship as the southerners dis
played.
Coming to the, Hall.. met Sir Will
liam, whose smiling face grew bag
gard at sight Of me. and he drew me
; apart asking Of news from Quider.
}. "He is not yet dead sir" / replied,
l. my heart aching for Sir William.
D For a moment he stood staring at
the ground. then. bidding me report to
: 1Ir. Duncan at the piocKuouse, waiKet
8 away to disguise his, anxious yisag'
' again with the oldest mask in tn,
Q world-a smile.
l. That night Sir William provided
great banquet for our guests to homo
It Lord Dunmore and Governor Tryon.
e There were gathered in the hallwa.
$ and on the stairs a vast company o
r ladies and gentlemen when | cam
y down from my little chamber to wal
e, on Sir William. Here was the grea
le Earl Of Dunmore in ring of flutterin
g, ladies', peering, bobbing, tapping hi
IL snuffbox, preening the lace on hi
1T cuffs, and thought he resembled on
lie of those irksome restless birds fror
= the Canaries in painted cage. Their
8. also strolled my impudent dragon Ia
8, who had offended at the pavilion, and
will not deny he appeared to be an els
Up CANT and handsome officer.
OF Next I encountered Mr.. Butler an
ut honored him with scowl. which di!
as played my country, breeding, it bein
40 the fashion among quality to gree
De ones enemy with more elaborate cou
ad tesy than one accorls to friends. FL
~ Suddenly it seemed as though tt
ng voice of Silver Heels sounded in N
ears, and for moment stared abol
a me, astonished that she should be her
But could not find her. Then hi
voice sounded again, clear as a pebble
spring in all that chatter, and turnln
Ely / saw 1t came from young girl stan
or ing behind me- She was very delica
and pretty in her powder and patche
truly somewhat pale and lacking
lid plumpness, but with pair of gre!
hazel eyes like Silver Heels and Il
lid child's full lips. Certainly she had s
yer Heels voice and her trick of wide
The ing her eyes, too, FOR now she percei
M ed me, and
the "Why, Micky!' she cried.
'ri- ''Silver Heelsn stammered, strivil
the to believe my eyes. What miracle
miracles had set her to grow tall al
pa turn into woman In a single week
the In her triumph she laughed tn
ov- laugh of silver which sounded ever
woodlands and birds, the same laue
Sir the same gray eyes and the same sal
his fingers laid on. my wrist.
red Ere ! could attempt to compose Z
. thoughts. comes mincing my impude