Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1907-02-19

/ felt SO sure Of it as now. She felt tina,
! Ii she had him there at that moment
she would throw herself in his arms
lcrying: Take me- Jefferson, take me
away, where you will, for I love you!
1 love you'll" But JEFFERSON was not
there and the rickety chairs In the
tiny bedroom and the cheap prints
on the walls seemed to jibe at hel
in her misery If he were there, she
thought as she looked into cracked
mirror, he would think her very ugly
with her eyes all red from crying. He
would not marry her now in any case
No self-respecting man would /. She
was glad that she had spaken to him
as she had in regard to marriage, FOL
while a stain remained upon hel
fathers name marriage was out of the
question. She might have yielded or
the question of the literary career
but she would never allow man te
taunt her afterwards with the dis
grace Of her own flesh and blood. No
henceforth her place was at hel
fathers side until his character was
cleared. If the trial in the Senate
were against him, then she coult
never see Jefferson again. She would
give up all idea of him and every
thing else. Her literary career woulo
be ended, her life would be blank
They would have to go abroad, where
they were not known, and try and live
down the shame, for no matter how
innocent her father might be the
world would believe him guilty. Once
condemned by the Senate, nothing
could remove the stigma. She woulC
have to teach in order to contribute
towards the support, they would
manage somehow. But what future
how unnecessary, how unjust!
Suddenly she thought OF Jefferson's
promise to interest his father in theil
case and she clutched at the hope
this promise held out as drowning
man clutches at drifting straw. JET
ferson would not forget his promise
and he would come to. Massapequt
to tell her of what he had done. Shit
was sure of that. Perhaps. after all
there was where their hope lay. Why
had she not told her father at once
It might have relieved his mind. Joh1
Burkett Ryder, the Colossus, the maj
Of unlimited power! He could save
her father and he would. And the
more she thought about it, the more
cheerful and more hopeful she be
came, and she started to dress quick
| ly 80 that she might hurry down t.
tell her father the good news. Sht
was actually sorry now that she hat
said SO many hard things Of Mr.. Ryde
in her book and she was worrying
over the thought that her fathers cas-
might be seriously prejudiced if thu
identity Of the author were ever re
vealed, when there came a knock a
her door. 1t was Eudoxia
Please, miss will you come dow
to lunch?"
CHAPTER VIII.
| A WHIRLING maelstrom of human
n activity dynamic energy-th'
city which above all others is charac
teristic of the genius and yirility o
the American people-New York, will
It's congested polyglot population AM
teeming millions, is assuredly one o
the busiest, as it is one Of the mos
strenuous and most noisy places o.
earth. Yet, despite it's swarminl
streets and crowded SLOPES, ceaseless
~ thronged with men and womel
eagerly hurting here and there in tn
pursuit Of business or elusive pleasure
all chattering, laughing, shouting ami
the deafening, multisonous roar o
traffic incidental to Gotham's dali,
life, there is one part of the grea
metropolis where there is no hustle
no noise, no crowd, where the street
are empty even in daytime, wher
a passer-by is curiosity and a chill,
phenomenon. This deserted villag
in the very heart of the big town j
the millionaires' district, the bour
diaries of which are marked by Ca,
negie hill on the north. Flfieth stree
on the south, and by Fifth and Mad
son avenues respectively on the ives
and east. There is nothing NOR
mournful than the outward aspect Q
these princely residences which
abandoned and empty for three-quart
loneliness, as il ashamed of their isc
lation and utter uselessness. Thei
/ blinds drawn, affording no hint of lif
within, enveloped the greater part 9
the time in the stiffness and silenc
Of the time, they appear to be unde
1 the spell of some baneful curse. N
merry-voiced children romp in thei
carefully rallied off gardens, no sound
Of conversation or laughter come fror
their Theoretically closed windows
not soul goes in or out, at most, a
rare intervals, does one catch
| glimpse Of gorgeously arrayed sci
want gliding about in ghostly fashion
supercilious and suspicious, and az
dressing the chance visitor in awe
4 whispers as though he were the gua1
dian of house of affllction 1t is, ii
deed, like city OF the dead.
j So it appeared to Jefferson as h
walked up Fifth evenue, bound for tn
Ryder residence, the day followin
his arrival from Europe. Althoug
he still lived at his fathers house
for at no time had there been a
open rupture, he often slept in hi
studio, finding, it more convenient 70
his work, and there he had gon
straight from the ship. He felt, how
ever, that it was his duty to see hi