Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1905-05-13
BY ANITA CLAY MUNOZ.

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ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
CHAPTER XXIII-(Continued.)
master Taunston," he said, painting
slightly, II ha' come WI news! The
witch's lover hath f1edw
"Gone!" Josiah calculated in surprise.
aye, tits found that he stole away T.
the night" the man replied.
Here's crown, Tobias, for it's
good news that thou hast brought"
Taunston cried exultantly. 1.-The white
lvered poltroon hath great influence at
court, and his detention might have
brought US trouble. Once down the
mountain we will see that he doth not
seek to punish hath received her just
deserts. Hetty, see that thou doth my
bidding" he said roughly, pushing her
from out OF his way With the handle OF
his whip. Spring up behind, Tobias;
wen ride to the inn. Dost not hear
shouting7 Methinks already the vii
lage Is astir."
He gave spurs to his horse. Hetty's
breath. came in gasps as she stood with
her hands clasped over her heart watch
ing her brother and his companion
speed away. She sank down upon the
doorstep and tried to collect her
Thoughts. What news was this she had
Just heard? Her mind was dazed
Handsome. gallant Sir Godfrey La Fa-
bienne only fair day wooer? Did q
man live with heart base enough to de-
sert one so sweet and trusting as Mar
garrett
Heartsick. bewildered and bitterly
disappointed. with all her romantic H.
lusions dispelled, Hetty covered up
/ her face. and remembrance of the
preachers warnings and words against
the wicked fashionable men Of the gay
cities and their deceiving ways. also
her mothers sinister predictions con-
! corning La Fabienne's tickle love for
Margaret, came to her. Herheart futter-
ed painfully in perfect turmoil of agl-
tation, distress and absolute convic-
ton. Yes, 1t must be true, and the idol
she had set up on such high pedestal
above all others had tumbled to the
ground and fallen in pieces at her feet.
How cold the gray dawn was! She
shtyered slightly and with quick
motion drew her kerchief closer about
her white throat. How friendless and
alone she felt, for the first time in
her life at odds with her mother and
brother and for her foolish vanity and
proud airs totally ignored and forgot
ten by her old comrade and lover,
Simon Kempster! AS her sad thoughts
turn to him she sprang to her feet
and looked down the mountain in the
direction Of his house. Was he, like
the others, preparing ms grim enjoy
ment to go to the Maryland farm to
see Margaret accused and taken7 She
shook her head in the negative Sure
ly one so good and stout Of heart as
Simon could not believe that sweet
Margaret would sinfully connive with
the devil to wreak harm on others!
Wringing her hands distractedly, the
girl walked to the little gate before the
house. Was that a wreath of smoke
curling out Of the new fashioned stone
chimney that Simon had SO lately and
with such pride built out on the side
of his kitchen, or was it only the mist
rising?
Hetty gazed wistfully in the direc-
ton Of the white cloud for a few mo-
ments, then, throwing up her head with
great show Of Indifference, retraced
her steps to the door and sank down
upon the wooden bench. But strong
feeling Of unrest was upon her, for
soon she was at the gate again Then,
as an impulse seized her, she ran down
the roadway toward Simon's house.
On, on she sped, SO fast one would
suppose she was afraid her pride might
urge her to turn back again, holding
up her light skirts as she went The
fresh morning breeze tossed her hair
about and, with its rough caresses,
brought the red color back to her pale
face. Once or twice it grew so strong
and pushed against her with sLh
force that one might think it had no
sympathy with her project and wished
to push her backward. but she ran on
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