Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1905-04-22

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"stay!" he exclaimed. IT would
speak further Dost think heed thy
foolish counsel? IT'S time thou knew,
cousin. that God made woman to serve
man, to recognize his better Judgment
in thankfulness and to bow her head
In submission to his will. An thou
hadst thy way, Margaret, the world
would be ruled by distaffs, an all
would come to ruin"
In the dull hopelessness that took
possession Of him at the sight Of the
detestation now openly expressed on
her pale face his voice grew less harsh
and his manner slightly entreating as
he said, "Mayhap my ways are not
SO soft and squeamish as those Of the
wicked worldly men, at heart black.
guards, that thou hath met abroad
but thou would find me true, Mar
garet, and just, and under my direc-
ton thou would soon see the value Of
my ways and follow tho good example
would ever seek to set for thee"
II want none Of thee nor thine ex-
amples" Margaret cried angrily.
"And thou must cease thy persecu-
lions! Know now for once and for all
that much mislike thee, that loathe
and hate thee, and that hope our
paths will never cross again"
"An' thou hast no gratitude, woman,
for my service on thine estate, for
its present value on account Of mine
endeavors?'
"Thou hast had the yearly stipend
that thou did agree was sufficient"
she replied. "Now an for the last
time, let me pass"
Seeing the expression Of strength and
resolution on her face and her manner
so disdainful of him. Josiah sickened
as a realization Of his absolute inabili-
ty to control this woman came over
him. Almost crazed with despair, he
spoke furiously, hardly knowing what
he said.
"Hear me once more, an then thou
canst go the downward path thou hast
chosen unmolested. The honest pur-
pOSC Va Ill upI4Sul ldA uS u oLC4SA
in thy nostrils because, wanton. thou
lowest the wicked ways of thy French
lover!"
Her blue eyes grew black, then fair
ly blazed. Take care!' she said.
Josiah, unheeding, went on sneering-
ly, all the pent up hatred and jealousy
in his heart coming out Of his white
lips in taunting phrases.
"Thy French lover, whose sweet en-
ticing ways and gallant bearing thou
doth so much admire-he that was to
follow thee anon, to press his suit,
wed thee an live restfully on thine
estate, spending thy gold for his pleas
ure until he died-why cometh he moi?
Whose arms intwine about him, keep
ing him away?'
II warn thee to take care!' Margaret
cried in deep anger.
Where is thy truant lover? Soft
hearted fool! Dost think he e'er Jared
forth from Lunnon up these hills to see
thee once his eyes fell on the beauty o.
the maids of that gay city? 1t angers
me to see thee, my cousin, standing
there deceived woman, defending to
an honest man the name Of poltroon,
blackguard and libertinew
With quick motion she raised her
hand and gave him singing slap
across the face. He looked at her for
an instant, not comprehending what
had happened, with open mouth and
staring eyes. Then as realization Of
what she had done swept over him
blood SO angry few to his head that it
maddened him. Springing toward her,
he caught her in his arms in close en-
brace.
"Thou'lt kiss me where thou struck
me-" he cried with wild passion, "or
else I'll kill thee!'
She rocked and swayed in his en-
brace.
Josiah, I loathe thee! Let me go!"
"Then," he said, with gloating in his
voice, "if e'er thy gallant courtier low
err happen doth give thee thought
enough to ride this way I'll make my
boasts on thee! So kiss me, wanton,
If not for love then for thy lifer'
She felt his hot breath on her cheek,
saw relentless determination in the
steely eyes above her, and, desperately
trying to free an arm, felt herself In
closed as in wise of iron.
Godfrey" she called, now greatly
frightened.
AYE, call him! He'll come anon
when he doth grow a-weary of the
maids in Lunnon," he painted sheer
ingly.
Both young and strong, they strug-
gled desperately, Margaret trying to
reach his face with her clutching fin
gers, but he held down her hands and
laughed at her tauntingly.
Godfrey, Godfrey
Her voice rang out strong and clear
through the forest.
doth some one call?"
Footsteps were heard running. Jo-
siah loosed his hold slightly, listening.
"'Tis l. Margaret Mayland!'