Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1905-01-17

weshHSH at each other for,a mo
ment; t6ei1e her lovely face fushed, and
she thfsuqt both hands toward me,
lapghingtland crying at the same mo
meut. a.
ssOh.. the romance Of life!ws she cried.
IL have had such a fright my Wits
ache witffs tie shock! A highwnyman,
Michael-Asaere In the rain, pulling the
horses uH short, and 1t was, 'Ho,
stand andE deliver! with pistol push
ed any face, and I to faint-pretense
to gain a wink o. time to think-not
frghtenedf but vexed, and all on the
quis viveit hide my jewels. But / did
frighten u d well, and nov he's gone,
and / I'M plight with my cowardly
postboys, paid and HOFFMAN fed, Lord
knows w~hSsherr
T plead(freedom to present to your
good grac4s my friend, Jack Mount,
who lately stopped your coach upon
the kings Eighwayr" I said.
And Iscdlght the abashed giant by
his raggedtasfeeye and dragged him to
the chaise window, where he plucked
of his coohskin cap and stared at the
astonished lady within.
Jack" said I, smothering my laugh
ter, "do you get your legs astride the
leader there and play at postboy to
the nearest inn. POUNDS, man, don't
stand there hanging your jaw like a
hard run beagle! Up into the saddle
with you! Cad, you've a ride before
you with those Albany nags a-bit1ng at
your shins! Here, give me your rife"
"And you, Michael" asked Mrs.
Hamilton, "will you not share my car
rage for old times sake"
l told her I had my horse and would
ride home ut her chaise wheels, and 80
eft her somewhat coolly, for I liked
not that trailing tail to her invitation
"for old times sake"
Riding there through the fine rain,
which I could scarcely feel on my skin,
so delicate were the tiny specks Of
moisture, I thought much on the small
ness Of this world, where a single
hour on an unknown road had given
me two companions whom I knew.
God grant the end of my journey
would give me her for whose dear
sake the journey had been made!
Presently I was reused to find the
chaise turning into a tavern yard
where. all was black save for a Ian
thorn moving through the darkness.
Mount called. A yawning ostler
came with a light, and at the same in
slant our host in shirt and apron tod
died out to bid us welcome.
We supped together, Mrs. Hamilton
and I, and found the cheer most COM
forting, though there was no wine for
her, and she slipped with me rhe new
brew Of dark October ale.
I spoke respectfully of her losses.
She dropped her eyes, accepting the
condolences, punching a cress to shreds
the while.
She Of course knew nothing Of my
journey to Pittsburg nor Of any events
there which might have occurred after
she had left, when her husband fell
with siany another stout frontiersman
under Boone and Harrod.
l told her nothing saw that Felicity
WIS IL Dostou duu tudI l was Journey
ing thither to see her.
La, the capricious beautyy she MUIR
INJURED. Sure she has not thrown over
Dunmore for that foolish dragon,
Kent Bevan?"
II hope not" said 1 maliciously.
"Who knowsY she unused. "Mr. Be-
a is to serve on Cages staff this fall.
1t looks like a match to me-"
"Is Mr.. Bevan going to Boston7" j
Inquired.
Yes" she replied saucily.
"Do yen remember how yon played
with nae at that state dinner held in
1sAnioa A41T
But I answered nothing, attending
her to the door, where she dropped me
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