Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1907-02-16
/ took the place it's two YOU tould me

took the place it's two you tould me
there was!"
We'll, with your kind permission"
replied Mrs. Rossmore, there will he
three in future. There is nothing in
the Constitution of the United States
that says we can't have daughter
without consulting our help, is there?"
| The sarcasm of this reply did not
escape even the dull-edged wits of the
IRISH drudge. She relapsed into q
dlgnlfied silence and few minutes
later was discovered working with
some show Of enthusiasm.
the Judge was nervous and fidgety
He made a pretence to read, but it
was plain to see that his mind was
not on his book. He kept leaving
his chair to go and look at the clock;
then he would lay the volume aside
and wander from room to room like
lost soul. His thoughts were On
the dock at Hoboken.
By noon every little detail had
been attended to and there was moth
ing further to do but sit and wait
for the arrival Of Stott and Shirley.
They were to be expected any mo-
ment now. The passengers had prob
ably got off the steamer by eleven
O'Clock. 1t would take at least two
hours to get through the Customs and
out to Massapequa. The judge and
his wife sat on tie porch counting
tie minutes and straining their ears
to catch the first sound of the train
from New York.
Il hope Stott broke the news to
her gently" said the judge.
81 wish we had gone to meet her
ourselves" sighed his wife.
The Judge was silent and for a
moment or two he pulled vigorously
at his pipe as was his habit when dis
turbed mentally Then he said:
Il ought to have gone, Martha, but
was afraid. I'm afraid to look my
own daughter in the face and tell her
that am disgraced man, that I am
to be tried by the Senate for corrup.
ton, perhaps impeached and turned
off the bench as if were criminal.
Shirley won't believe it, sometimes I
can't believe it myself. often wake
up in the night and think of it as part
of a dream, but when the morning
comes it's still true it's still true!"
He smoked on in silence. Then
happening to look up he noticed that
his wife was weeping He laid his
hand gently on hers.
Don't cry, dear, don't make it
harder for me to bear. Shirley must
see no trace of tears"
81 was thinking of the injustice of
1t all. replied Mrs. Rossmore, wiping
i her eyes.
Fancy Shirley in this place, living
from hand to mouth" went on the
Judge.
That's the least" answered his
wife. She's fine, handsome girl,
we'll educated and all the rest of it.
She ought to make a good marriage
i No matter what state of mind Mrs.
Rossmore might be in, she never lost
sight of the practical side of things.
Hardly with her fathers disgrace
hanging over her head" replied
the Judge YEARLY. "Who," he added
would have the courage to marry a
girl whose father was publicly dis
graced?"
Both relapsed into another Iona
silence, each mentally reviewing the
past and specializing on the future
Suddenly Mrs. Rossmore started. Sure
ly she could not be mistaken No. the
} changing of a locomotive bell was plain
ly audible. The train was in. From
the direction of the station came PEG
, pie with parcels and hand bags and
} presently there was heard the vel
! come sound of carriage wheels
crunching ovc. the stones. A mo
ment later they saw coming round the
, bend in the road cab piled up with
small baggage.
Here they are! Here they are!'
cried Mrs. Rossmore. Come
Eudoxia!" she called to thu servant
while she herself hurried down to the
/ gate. The Judge, fully as agitated as
: herself, only showing his emotion il
, a different way, remained on the
} porch pale and anxious.
The cab stopped at the curb ant
, stott alighted, first helping out Mrs
: blake. Mrs. Rossmore's astonishmen
3 on seeing her sister was almos
5 comical
: "Milly!' she exclaimed.
They embraced -.rst and explained
/ afterwards. Then Shirley got out ant
> was in her mothers arms.
9 Where's father?" was Shirley!
l first question.
/ '"Ihere-he's cominS!"
J.. The judge, unable to refrain his i'm
2 patience longer, ran down from lh,
5 porch towards the gate. Shirley, will
r a cry Of mingled grief and joy, pre-
j cipitated herself on his breast.
|. "Fathe-! Father!' she cried be
. tween her sops. what ave they don
i to your"
c "There-there, my child. Every thinl
J. will be well-everything will be we'll.
n Her head lay on his shoulder an
he stroked her hair with his hand
1 unable to speak from pent UP emo
h ton
Mrs. Rossmore could no. recove
n from her s-upefaction on seeing he
sister Mrs. Blake explained that sh
d had come. chiefl for the benefit .
the voyage and announced her inter
e ton of returning on the same steamer
e $50 you see l shan bother you onl
n few days, she said.