Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1907-07-11

hesitate. Love was not the only thing.
He maryelied at his own attitude; this
could not be his old self debating thus
He had asked for another chance to
show that he was not the old Roy
| Glenster; we'll, it mad come, and he
was ready.
Roy dared not look at Helen any
more, for this was the hardest mo.
ment he had ever lived.
you ask this for your uncle, but
| what of-of the other fellow? You
must know that if one goes free so
will they both; they can't be separ-
ated.''
ITS almost too much to ask" the
Kid took up. uncertainty. But don't
you think the work is done? l can't
help but admire Mcnamara, and
neither can you--he's been too good
an enemy to you for that-and-and-
he loves Helen
II know know said Glenister
hastily, at the same time stopping an
unintelligible protest from the girl
You've said enough He straighten-
ed his slightly STOPPING shoulders and
looked at the unopened package wear
lily. then slipped the rubber band from
it, and. separating the contents. tore
them up-one by one-tore them into
fine bits without hurry or ostentation
and tossed the fragments away, while
the woman began to sob softly, the
sound of her relief alone disturbing
the silence. And so he gave her his
enemy, making his offer gamely, &C.
cording to his code.
you're right-the work is done. And
now, I'm very tired"
They left him standing there, the
glory of the dying day illumining his
| lean, brown features. the vision Of a
great lineliness in his weary eyes.
He did not rouse himself till the sky
| before him was only curtain of steel
pencilled with streaks of SCOT that lay
close down above the darker sea. Then
| he sighed and said, aloud:
| $50 this Is the end and | gave him
to her with these hands"-he held
them out before him curiously, becom-
| ing conscious for the first time that
the left one was swollen and discolored
and sfearfully painful. He noted it with
impersonal interest, realizing its need
| of medical attention-so left the cabin
and walked down into the city. He
encountered Dextry and Simms on the
way, and they went with him, both
flowing with the gossip Of the camp
Lord, but you're the talk of the
town." they began. "The curio hunt
ers have commenced to pull Strives
office apart for souvenirs, and the
Swedes want to run you for congress
as soon as ever we get admitted as a
state. They say that at collar-an' ell
bow hollis you could lick any of them
eastern senators and thereby rastle
out lot of good legislation for us
cripples up here
/. "Speakip' of laws goes to show me
that this here country is gettin' too
blamed civilized for white man.
said simms. pessimistically. "and now
that this fight is ended up it don't look
like there would be anything dom fit
!. to claim the interest Of a growed-up
! person for a long while. I'm goin'
west"
West! Why, you can. throw stone
into Boring Strait from here" said
Roy, smiling.
ooh, we'll, the worlds round There's
a schooner outfittin' for Sibeery-two
years cruise. Me an Dex is f1ggerin'
on gettin' out towards the frontier fer
SPELL"
"Sure" said Dextry. "I'm begin
min to feel all cramped up hereabouts
| OWN to these fillymonarch orches-
tras an French restaurants and such
discrepancies Of scenery They're put.
| tin pavement on Front street and
there's shoe-shinin' parlor opened
up. Why, I'd like to get where / could
stretch an holler without disturbin'
the pensiveness of some dude in a
| dress suit Better come along, Roy;
we can sell out the Midas"
"Pll think it over" said the young
man.
The night was bright with full
moon when they left the doctors
Office. Roy. in no mood for the exub-
ance of his companions, parted from
them, but had not gone afar before he
met Cherry Malotte. His head was