Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1907-02-19
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at that instant entered the room
Shirley arose and appealed to her:
\ Isn't 1t absurd, mother, when you
come to think Of it, that anybody
\ should accuse father Of being corrupt
and Of having forfeited the right
to be judge. Isn't it still more
absurd that we should be helpless and
detected and unhappy because we are
on Long Island instead Of Madison
Avenue? Why should Manhattan Is.
land be happier spot than Long
Island? Why shouldn't W. be happy
anywhere, we have each other. And
we do need each other. We never
knew how much till to-day, did we?
We must stand by each other now.
Father is going to clear his name of
this preposterous charge and we're
going to help him, aren't we, mother?
We're not helpless just because we
are women. Wore going to work,
mother and T."
Work." echoed Mrs. Rossmore
somewhat scandalized.
Work" repeated Shirley very
decisively.
The Judge intorfercd. He would
not hear .of 1t,
you work, Shirley? Impossible!"
Why not? My book has been sell
ing we'll while l WIS abroad. l shall
probably write others Then shall
write, too, for the newspapers and
magazines. 1t will add to our IN.
come"
Your book-'Tho American octo.
pus,' is selling well?" inquired the
\ judge Interested.
$50 we'll" replica Shirley, "that
tho publishers wrote mo in Paris
that the fourth edition was now on
the press. TAs.t me:n s good royal.
ties. l Ehall socn be a fashionable
author. Tho publishers wi. be after
mo for more books and we'll have
all the money we want. Oh: it is so
delightful, this nov sensation of a
literary succe..s! sho exclaimed with
giec. Aren't you proud Of me, dad 2"
Tho Judge smiled indulgently. OF
course be YVES glad and proud. He
always knew his Shirley was clever
girl. But by what strange fatality
ne thought to hims o!t, had his
daughter in this book of hers assailed
the very man who had cncompassed
his own ruin? 1: seemed Ike the re-
tribution of heaven. Neither his
daughter nor the financior was con
scious CT the fact that each IVES in
directly connected VITA the impeach
ment proceedings Ryd,. could no,
dream that Shirley Green" the
author OF the book which flayed him
80 mercilescly, was the daughter Of
the man he was trying to crush Shir
ley, on the other hand, was still un
aware Of the fact th.t it YVES Ryder
} who had lured her father to lis ruin
Mrs. Rossmore now assisted IN
Shirley going to her room to rest. She
J; must be tired anG dusty. Afte,
! changing her travelling dress she
would feel refreshed and more con
Portable. When she was ready to
come down again luncheon would be
served. So leaving the Judge to his
papers, mother and daughter went up
stairs together, and with due mater
nal pride Mrs. Rossmore pointed out
to Shirley all the little ARRANGEMENTS
she had made for her comfort. Then
she left her daughter to herself while
sha hurried downstairs to look after
Eudoxia and luncheon.
4 When. at last, she could lock herself
In her room where no eve could SEE
her, Shirley threw herself down on the
bed and burst into torrent of tears
She had kept up appearances as lone
as it was possible, but now the reno
. ton had set in. She gave way freel,
to her pent up feelings she felt tina,
unless she could relieve herself ir
this way her heart would break. She
mad been brave until now. She hat
been strong to hear everything ane
see everything, but she could no,
keep it up forever. Stott's words Il
her on the dock had in part prepared
he" for the worst, ne had told hel
what to exrect at home, but the reali
cation was SO much more vivid While
] hundreds Of miles Of ocean still la,
between, it had all seemed less real
almost attractive as romance ii
, modern life, but now she was face tt
face with the grim reality-this shah
by cottage, cheap neighbourhood ant
mothers air of resignation to the in
evitable, her father'r pale, drawn fact
} telling SO eloquently of the keen men
J tai anguish through which he hae
passed. She compared this pitifu
spectacle with what they had beer
J when she left for Europe. the fine
mansion on Madison Avenue with .ts
rich furnishings and we'll trained ser
! wants, and her faith RS proud aristo
cratic free illumined with the con
seriousness of his high rank in thu
community, and the attention he at
: tracted every time he appeared on tn,
, street or in put lie places as one %
) the most brilliant and most respected
) judges on the bench. Then to hav,
come to this all in the brief space q
! few months! 1t was incredible, ter
rible, heart rending! And what OF tn,
= future? What was to be done to saw,
, her f-ther from this Impeachment
[ which she knew we'll would hurr,
j him to his grave? He coliu not sur
) vive that humiliation, that degrade
, ton. He must be saved in the Senate
but how--how?
She dried her e! and began t.
: think. Surely her y.oman's wit woul,
: fin some way. She thought of JET
e ferson. Would he come to Massage
qua? I was hardly probable. He woult
q certainly learn of the change in thei