Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1906-08-11
CHAPTER XIX. (Continued).

luouSA. saw uel watching YOUR
hands at the table. She has eyes and
can readily see that such hands as
yours were never made to carry soup
plates. For the life Of me, had time
Of it, swallowing my laughter. l longed
for vacant lot to yell in. 1t would
have been positive relief The fop
of Troop A peddling soup! Oh, shall
have to tell the boys. You used more
pipe-clay than any other man in the
regiment Don't scowl. Never mind;
you've had your joke; must have
mine. Don't let that Russian fellow
get the inside track. Keep her on
American soil. like him and I don't
like him; and for all your tomfoolery
and mischief, there is good stuff in
you--stuff that any woman might be-
proud of. If you hadn't adopted this
disguise. could have helped you out
bit by cracking up some of your ex-
ploits. Well, they will be inquiring for
me. Good night and good luck. If
you should need me, note will find
me at the Army and Navy club" And
the genial old warrior, shaking with
silent laughter, went back to the house.
Warburton remained standing. He
was host in a dream. All at once he
pressed the rose to his lips and kissed
1t shamelessly, kissed it uncountable
times. Two or three leaves, not with
standing this violent treatment, flut-
tered to the floor. He picked them up;
any one of those velvet leaves might
have been the recipient of her kisses,
the rosary of love- He was in love,
such love that comes but once to any
man, not passing, uncertain, but last
ing. He knew that it was useless. He
had digged with his own hands the
abyss between himself and this girl
But there was secret gladness; to
love was something. (For my part,
believe that the glory lies, not in be-
ing loved, but in loving)
l do not know how long he stood
there, but it must have been at least
ten minutes. Then the door opened
and Monsieur Pierre lurched or rolled
q can't explain or describe the
method of his entrance) into the room,
his face red with anger, and a million
thousand thunders on the tip of his
Gallo tongue.
$50! You hat leaf me to clear re
table, Ell? Not by damn! I, clear zee
table? I? t'iGk not. 1 cook, nozzing
else. To zee dining-room, or I hat
you discharged"
"All right, Peter old boy!" cried
Warburton, the gloom lifting from his
face. This Pierre was very funny
fellow.
"Petaire! You hat the inso1ence
to call me Petaire? Why, l hat you
keeked out in zee morning, lackey!"
Cook! "-mockingly.
Pierre was literally dumfounded
Such disrespect he had never before
witnessed. 1t was frightful. He opened
his mouth to issue volley of French
oaths, when Zhames's hand stopped
him.
"Look here, Peter, you broil your par
tridges and flavor your soups, but keep
out of the stables, or, in your own
words. keel you or keek you out.
You tell the scullery maid to clear off
the table. I'm off duty for the rest of
the night. Now, then, allons! Marche!"
And M'sieu Thames gently but
firmly and steadily pushed the scandal
lied Pierre out of the room and closed
the door in his face. 1 shan't repeat
what Pierre said, much less what he
thought.
Let me read a thought from the
mind Of each of my principals, the
final thought before retiring that night.
Karloff ION leaving Mrs Chadwick:
dishonor against dishonor; so it must
be. can not live without that girl
Mrs. Chadwick (when Karloff had
gomez He has lost, but have won.
Annesley: So one step leads to
another, and the labyrinth of dishonor
has no end.
The Colonel: What the deuce will
love put next into the young mind?
Pierre Ito Celeste): hat heem dis
charge!
Celeste Ito Pierce He ees handsome!
Warburton (sighing in the dolorosa):
How l love her!
The Girl standing before her mir
ror and smiling happily): Oh Mister
Butler! Why?