Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1907-08-10
( CHAPTER xxI-(continued)

0uu DIS NC lOOhSu az lA6 QuSty pAdiuSy
the sun-baked cabin, the parched,
feverish land about him, cried: Desc
late! 1t doesn't look much like
Maudsley Towers, with its parks and
turrets, and oaks that go back to
William the Conqueror. does it?" Be-
fore his eyes there came a picture Of
Of his manhoods joy. The word
its possibilities. Home, Ell? love
old England as. only an exile can"
He forgot the West, with its dis
Of pain, when memories of the past
would not be stilled. He came over
to Petrie, and in a burst of almost
boyish confidence poured out his in
most feelings. 81 love the English
ways of doing things''-laughingly ne
looked at Petrie,. and added-"even
when they're wrong. The little cere-
monies-the respectful servants-the
hundred little customs that pad your
comfort and nurse your self-respect.
Home, eh?'' The word was like a
minor cord that he wished to dwell
upon lovingly did he repeat 1T. Home
eh? And I love old London. I think
am even prepared to like the fogs.
Amazed at the change in the man
before him, Petrie sat spellbound as
Jim jumped to his feet
DO you know what I'll do when l
get back? I'll ride week at time
on top Of the buses, up and down the
Strand, Piccadilly Circus, Regent
Street, Oxford Street. And the
crowds!' Before his excited eyes
H. ill <>f q
smoky city with it's out-pouring OF
humanity. How / love the crowds
the endless crowds! And, Petrie, III
go every night to the music-halls. and
what's left of the nights to the clubs
and, by Jove, I'll come into my own at
last"
Carried away with the enthusiasm
that was inspiring Jim, Petrie entered
'The king is dead-long live the king.
sInto my own at last! And I'm still
young enough to enjoy life-life-
life!" Into Jim's slender figure, with
its arms out-stretched to the past
which was to be his future, there leap
ed the fire of immoral youth. 1t was
his moment Of supreme exalation.
Suddenly from the stable door oppo
site came glad cry of Daddy!
daddy" as Hal attracted by the loud
voice Of Jim, peered from behind the
door. Then the child darted across tc
his father, who still stood with his
arms out-stetched to his dream, and
clasped his knees. Frightened at the
strangers presence, Hal quickly burr
ed his face against his fathers body
The ecstasy faded from Jim's eyes
4 as the cry Of the child brought hin
1back from his dreams to the affairs
Sof earth. Slowly and with infinite ten
4ierness his eyes rested on the bent
head of the child. The twilight, which
lis short in the Green River country
had slipped away and the angry sur
disappeared behind the mountains
lPetrie noticed the chill in the air that
comes at evening on the plains.
The cry of the child revealed new
phase Of the situation. Silently he
watched Jim, whose glance went to
wards the stable. He saw the figure O
beautiful Indian girl emerge. carry
ing pail of milk. He saw the shud
der that passed over Jim as Nat-'l
Itch, unconscious that she was thu
central figure in a tragic moment
moved slowly before them to the cabiI
opposite. Her master was busy witt
the white man, so her eyes were low
cred; she did not even call to the
child to follow her. Jim's glance
never left her until the door had clos
!. ed Then his eyes rested again ten
4 derly on the little head which nestled
& against him, and sigh broke from
! his lips. He stopped and drew thu
little hand in his as he turned tn,
Toll wi Il.
words of his glad dream seemed still
filing the air as Jim said: "Petrie
you've come too late. That's wha
happen now"
as he said: HAL, shake hands will
Mr., Petrie. This is my son. Petrie."
CHAPTER XXI.
The news was not so very surpris
Ing to Malcolm Petrie In his year
of practice as solicitor many SINH
lar cases had come to his notice. H
had often demonstrated at the foil.
of sending the younger son of a grea
family to these lands. and at the un
wisdom of parents who found the pre-
hard, and so let him go to the Yves,
to be left to the mercy Of its desola
toin and to the temptation Of such en-
tanglements But that it would be
new difficulty he forsaw. and as h
took the child's out-stretched hand h
remembered the proud woman waitin
at Fort Duchesne. To him, as ma
OF the world. the affairs was undel
siandable, but to Diana! He began t
regret that she had come. There WA
no suggestion Of these thoughts in hi
manner as he kindly said:
How do you do, my little MANI"
How do you do. Mr.. Petrie?" tn
child answered, and then ran back t
his fathers side
The dark head with it's faint traa
of the Indian blood was extremel
4 beautiful, but Malcolm Petrie notice
a much stronger predominance of tn
Wynnegate features.
With his hand on the child's heat
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