Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1907-12-10

mont who went first. alert to every
sight and sound, without the least
fear Of the giant behind him, with
whom ne had cause to believe himself
on bad terms. The big barn-owl he
had christened Malachi passed across
the glade with soft wool oil feathers,
as If his wings had been made OF
white Grape. In the crotches of the
dwarf thorns and among the alders
of the ha-ha bitches, blackbirds scold-
ed the disturbers of the twill, rag
Ing and scuffling along their branches
each trying to knock the other off,
Then the two men ranged up a
little, as Vic's log stride told, and
the narrow arch Of greening trees
opened out upon a telescope view of
Kirktown and the Incubus pits. First
a ruddy glare, which was the blast
furnaces over at the Dock bank Then
a greenish "skarrow" shot pulsing
| through the russell light from the
chemical works in the hollow beyond.
All this was held and encircled by a
sort of straw-colored milky way, which
| was the general gas-light illumination
of the town. But far away, beyond the
whirling and reversing silhouettes of
IAS 610AC WACSlS anu plJlSdu
fixtures Of the Incubus workings, a
single beam pierce the night at inter-
walls, clear as star, but infinitely
greater. It was the electric fash of
the Wolf Sherry Lighthouse, beneath
which, his eyes clad In the darkness
of triple goggles, sat a certain red
headed Irishman, with two books be-
fore him-the Bible and Charles
O'Malley." And as at that moment
he was thinking of his duties as fos-
ter-father. he was persuing the former.
Billy Bryan was specially fond Of the
account of Paul's voyage in the last
chapters of the Acts" And his YER
dict was: "True courage, that's what
call it. Good men, every one Of
them! Please the pigs, Billy, We will
never have to do the like, knocking
about them seas with never a light
house marked on the chart, or de,
cent man to keep the ogs running
true, all the way from BLACKWELL to
Bombay-not to mention that place
Putty Holy, which Is no seaport that
ever heard of. But, all the same
the Castor and Pollux is very tidy
name for barque, considering the
times. l once sailed in her myself!
Out O South Shells 1t was, coastwise
and the DEVILS own brat of a captain
But well found--oh, nobody could say
that the Castor and Pollux was il
found
So, while Billy Bryan mediatec
there, and the girl to whose support
he contributed of his substance peerec
through the dim window-panes of the
cottage, Ludovic, Morris and Phil Cal
mont swung out of the black arch o
the Glebe End entrance They saw
Mr.. Romers' big iron gates, like
double blotch of denser darkness, OF
either side of them. They had neve
been shut since he took possession O
the house.
"Well?" said Mr.. Vic Morris.
"Well?" returned Mr.. Phil Calmont
"You have nothing to say to me ).
1t was the giant who spoke.
Nothing! Pray, have your" 1t wa
slim Phil who answered.
Vic Morris considered a while In
: stinctively they had turned away from
the lurid glare of the town and work
) in the valley beneath them. The
paced more slowly up the broad roa,
which led towards the hills, and s
; at the last. after infinite adventnr
among hills of heather. and sheep-dot
,, ed shoulders of turfage, cried owe
continually by plover and curlew. III
to England itself. But that goal wa
: far away. Drove roads, post roads
ancient inns, murderous sloughs of
despond. hills Of difficulty. guardia
towns with faded Guilds, and volul
z teerc and no1ice conSta HES inetea
t of fencibles and town-watchmen-
|. these all had to be passed. but a
t length and last there was England.
r They went that way. The two mel
d successful and unsuccessful YOUTH,
}, energy and youthful dreanliness. col
b voying each other, while Phil locke
n upward at the hills cut black again.
r the sky. and Vic Morris, honest an
S arrogant, tried hard to humble hin
h self He would rather have led 70
lorn hope than do 1t indeed, til
J. former would have heen easv TN hi!