Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1908-07-18
THE Ynrn 1T the eide
Copyright, 1908, by Horace Ennesley VacheH.
Entered at Stahoners Hall All rights reserved.
All rights reserved.

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when he attained the ripe age of nine!
She hunted and fshed with them, and
taught him to play lawn tennis.
And now the end had come.
Was it partly her fault? She ask
ed herself this question:, looking into
his pale, troubled face. They had
played together so often, caring for
nothing but &he pleasure of the pass
ing hour, because other hours were
so dull. Once she had attempted to
teach him his catechism, had scolded
him for carelessness and i%nattention:
He had burst out laughing and ex-
claimed: I'm going to learn
any lessons from you.'
After that she had salved her CON
science with the reflection that Ed
ward, and the vicar, and the wears
wife, not to mention the late Squirrels
sisters who lived In the Dover house,
would teach Guy his lessons. You
ma be sure these worthy folk did not
shirk their duty; Guy learnt many
lessons-too many. Now, with the
higher wisdom which seems to food
the mind at certain crises in our lives,
Cynthia Charters realised that love,
not respect, is the teacher, the Heav-
en-appointed teacher, Of the lessons
that profit us.
She put her hands upon his shout
ders and kissed him.
81 have not lost faith in you" she
whispered. "That is not the end"
With that, not waiting for an an
swer, she hurried from the room.
CHAPTER III.
Guy lit a cigarette as soon as he
was alone. A few hundred yards
away the woman was awaiting for him
with whom he expected to pass the
rest of his life. Nor was she one who
waited patiently for anything or any
body. The thought came to him sud-
denly that if he waited a little longer
an hour or two-the contamination
so %devoutly desired by his brother Ed
ward might be accomplished. He pick
ed up the large framed photograph
and explained 1t quietly. Doing so,
his face hardened into the mask ia
miliar to the spectators in the CALLER
les of the court room.
Once he had loved this woman.
Why?
Was the attraction purely physical?
Angela Tempest had great beauty, Of
the most alluring kind; but beauty
alone, he told himself, would not have
fired the spark in him. Also, she
was clever, with that amazing mod
ern cleverness whose salient charac-
teristic-selishness-is obscured by a
nrntfv ha1n1aScnncc nnoy1;orI1, f~,,,;,,
Inc and exacting. She fascinated wom-
en- as much almost as men, just 50
long as they believed in this kitten-like
claim upon their affection and pro-
lection. There was the irresistible
Come hither!' in the eye; a melting
orb. Children adored her, and ami
mails. Mrs. Grundy, however, had
grown rather tired ef mentioning this
in palliation of conduct euphemistical-
ly termed unconventional. Neverthe-
less, up to the last-shall we say TWEEN
ty-four hours before the terrible de-
cree?-the sight of Mrs. Tempest,
with a lovely child on her lap and an
intelligent terror gazing at her with
adoring eyes, was sufficient to turn
the head and heart of the unsophisti-
Gated to higher things. For some
years the clergy, to a curate. stood
his friend. Even Noncomformists re-
fused to believe i'll of the wife of a
rich man who had given so much of
her husbands money to the poor. "Tha
money comes from them"-she was
abiding airily to John Tempest's own
ership Of slum property-'and 1t ought
to go back to them
Guy recalled her p-rlor tricks. There
was that %distracting little song Of
Anna Held's, which Angela sang even
better, with more syren-like enchant-
ment, than the French woman:
"Oh, won't you come and play wiz
me?
I have such a nice lettle way wiz
mel"
Guy put down the photograph with
an exclamation.
A few minutes later he was alone
with her in the drawing room of the
furnished fiat which she had taken
after leaving her husbands house in
Grosvenor Square. The room as she
found 1t vas quite impossible. Her
hands had transformed it. This, in
deed, was her great, her incompar-
able gift; daily exercised. the ever
recurrent miracle, a delight alike to
friends and foes. Inanimate things
she could not touch without adjoining
them. OF her effects upon human be-
ings, 1t is worth recording that those
who had suffered most at her hands
came back to kiss them. Poor young
Tressilian, for instance, in whom she
had famed a flame which sent him
ablaze to South AFRICA, left her all
his money. Unfortunately, it was not
much. Had there been more loot-so
said the cynics-Tressilian might have
been encouraged to stay in England.
Guy thought of young Tressilian
whenever Mrs. Tempest wore a GER
tain necklace of diamonds and opals.
1t had been bought with the "loot."
She was lying back in a soft, look
ing like a picture by Romney or Gains
borough, when Guy was announced.
Those who did not know her might
have suspected a pose. AS a matter Of
fact, she never posed. 1t was natural
to her to look her best, to assume the
most fitting, and therefore the most
becoming, attitude (and frock) at mo.
ments when other women, less arts.
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