Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1907-07-02

Glenister did not wait long after his
visitors departure, but extinguished
the light, locked the door, and began
the further adventures Of this night.
The storm welcomed him with suffo-
eating violence, sucking the very
breath from his lips, while the rain
beat through till his flesh was cold and
aching. He thought with pang Of
the girl facing this tempest, going out
to meet the thousand per.ls of the
night And it remained for him to bear
his part as she bore hers, smilingly.
The last hour had added another and
mysterious danger to his full measure.
Could the Kid be jealous of Cherry?
Surely not. Then what else?
The tornado had driven his trailers
to cover, evidently. for the streets
were given over to its violence, and
Roy encountered no hostile sign as he
was buffeted from house to house. He
adventured cautiously and yet with
haste, finding certain homes where the
marshals had been before him peopled
now only by frightened wives and chill
dren. A scattered few of the Vigil
lantes had been taken thus, while the
warning elements had prevented their
families from spreading the alarm or
venturing out for succor. Those whom
he was able to warn dressed hurriedly,
took their fifles, and went out into the
drifting night, leaving empty cabins
and weeping women The great fight
was on
Towards daylight the remnants nf
the Vigilantes struggled into the big
blank warehouse on the sand-pit, and
there. beneath the smoking glare Of
lanterns cursed the name Of Mona
mara. AS dawn grayed the ragged
eastern skyline, Dextry and Slapjack
blew In through the spindthrift, bring
Ing word from Cherry and lifting a
load from Glenister's mind
There's game girl said the old
miner, as he wrung out his clothes
She was half-gone when she got to
us and now she's waiting for the
storm to break SO that she can come
back
Its clearing up to the east" Slap
jack chartered. "D'you know, I'm get
tin SO rheumatic that ice-water don't
feel comfortable to me no more"
'Uriatic acid in the blood" said Dex-
try.@ What's our next mover" he ask
ed of his partner when do we hang
this politician? Seems like we've got
enough able-bodied piano-movers here
to tie a can onto the whole outfit, push
the town site of Nome of the map, and
\ start afresh."
II think we had better lie low and
watch developments the other eau
tioned There's no telling what may
turn up during the day"
That's right. Strangers is like
spirits-they work best in the dark
AS the day grew. the storm died,
leaving ramparts Of clouds hanging
sullenly above the oceans rim, while
those skilled in weather prophecy fore
told the coming of the equinoctial In
McNamara's Office there was great stir
and the coming of many men. The
boss sat in his chair smoking count.
less cigars, his big face set in grim
lines, his hard eyes peering through
the pail of blue at those he questioned.
He worked the wires OF his machine
until his dolls doubled and danced and
twisted at his touch after a gusty
interview he had dismissed Voorhees,
with merciless tongue-lashing, rag
ing bitterly at the mans failure.
You're not fit to herd sheep, Thirty
men out all night and what do you
get? You bag the mud-hens and the
big game runs to cover ! wanted
Glenister, but you let him slip through
your fingers-now it's war. lat a