Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1907-10-31

bone up above? Farrier is going to
gallop the nags in half an hours
time. Your smoke machine can take
us up. the hill and there we'll form
our own conclusions. You leave the
rest to me. 1t will be a bright sunny
morning when they put any salt on
Willy Forests tail-eh, what?
She amditted the truth with the
frst smile he had seen since she
entered the cottage. His quick bust
paid to her. despite his odd phrases.
won upon her good humor and led
her to open her heart to him.
"My father is going mad" she
said quietly-his startled "eh, what
not preventing her; I'VE are making
our house a home for the destitute,
and the first arrived Just three
weeks ago Imagine a f1axen-haired
image Of righteousness. who draws
my portrait on the covers of books
and puts feathers in my hat. He is
In love with me, Willy, and he ls to
be my big brother. Yesterday took
him to Ranalegh and heard a dis
course upon the beauties Of nature
and the wonders of the air and the
sky. oh. my dear man-what pur-
gatory and what an event. We are
going to sell our Jewels presently,
and to live in Whitechapel. My
father. 1 must tell you, seems afraid
of this beautiful apparition and i'm
plores him every day not to go away.
I know that he stops because he is
inclined to make love to me-
"Whew-so it's only inclined at
present."
Absolutely as you say. There ap-
pears to be two Of us. l have been
expecting a passionate declaration
but the recollections of feathered
beauty who once lived in fairy
palace, in wonderland where yon
dine upon red herrings-she is my
hated rival am more beautiful.
observe-that is conceded, but he
cannot understand me- The feather
ed hat has become my salvation. My
great big brother can't get over it
and OH, the simplicity of the child,
the youthful verdant confidence. my
| Willy. Don't you see that the young
man thinks am an angel and is Won
dering all the time where the wings
have gone to-"
"Ha ha-he'd better ask Paquin.
Are you serious, Anna?"
GAS serious as the Lord High Exc
cutioner himself. My father has
adopted the .youth-and ahve big
brother. He has consented to dwell
in our house and to spend our say
ings because he believes that by SO
doing he IS In some way helping me.
don't in the least want his help,
but my father Is determined that
shall have it. am not to bestow
my young affections upon him-nor,
upon the other hand am Il to offend
him. Admit that the situation is de
lightful. Pity a, poor maiden in her
DISTRESS"
Willy Forrest did not like the sound
of it at all.
"The old chap must have gone
4 dotty," he remarked presently; "theS
are often taken this way when they
get to a certain age. You'll have to
sit tight and see about it, Anna. He
isn't too free with the ready as 1t is
land II you've boy hanging about
i God help you. Why don't you b.
/, rude to him? You know the way as
Il wall as most-eh, WHAT"
! I'm positively afraid to. Do you
know, my dear man, that If this Per
feet Angel left us, strange things
would happen. My father says so
and I believe he speaks the truth
There is mystery-and hate
mysteries"
Get nold Of the feathered lady
and hear what she has to say"
il Impossible but brilliant. She has
gone to Germany"
"Oh, damn-then he'll be making
love to you. say, Anna, there's MOI
going to be any billing and cooling Of
anything Of that sort. I'm not very
exacting. but the way you look at mel
is just prussic acid to me. If thi:
kid should begin
She laughed drolly.
He is my great big brother" sht
said-and then jumping up-"let Us
go and see the horses. You'll be talk
ing nonsense if we don't. And, Willy
forbid you to talk nonsense"
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