Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1908-08-20

Burgess's name. Fortune had not be-
hayed too kindly to Esme in designing
Joy Vennable to be sister instead
of wife, but she was making amends
in other ways. He had been triumph
antly elected Membr of Parliament
for constituency in Lancashire,
where the voters are not easy to
please. Burgess, 1t seemed, had capti-
waited the rough miners and factory
hands. After the declaration of the
poll an extraordinary sense of enthu.
siasm had taken place. Hugo's infor-
mant swore roundly that some of the
lasses had surrounded the successful
candidate and insisted upon kissing
him, thereby following the examples
Of the young ladies overseas who
tried so hard to make a spangled ass
out of their national hero. Hugo
thought of Burgess embraced against
his will, turning a blushing cheek to
these bold hussies What irony! The
one woman he wanted was in the
Forest of VS. and unwilling to leave it
at his invitation.
Bidding Burgess good bye, Hugo had
muttered a word of Encouragement
Hope seemed to have oozed out of the
orator, who was packing his suit case
when Hugo returned to the cottage
after that terrible night spent upon
the moor. Now, three months had
passed. Hugo wondered whether Bur-
CESS had seen JOY, whether the old
pleasant relations had been resumed.
1t would be easy to call upon Burgess.
but incredibly difficult to speak of
JOY. SO Hugo remained in his fiat,
thinking. thinking, thinking!
But his thoughts had not crystal
lized into definite conclusions when
next day he found himself in a lift.
ascending to Angela's fiat, where An
CELIA, in the demurest frock, was
awaiting him. He hoped that Poppet
would be there, to save the awkward
ness Of the first meeting Angela, to
do her justice, had keen sense of
the ridiculous, and a really unerring
instinct for exits and entrances. She
would not rush at him as those Ian
cashire lasses had rushed at poor Bur
CESS. All the same, she might reason
ably expect some exhibition of feeling,
the right word, the understanding
glance, the glad hand. But his knees
became as wax when he thought of
these things.
Laus Dec!
Poppet was there. prettier than ever,
and overjoyed to see her darling
Uncle Hugo In his overwhelming graf
itude he Rugged her too hard.
Il knew you'd come back" she said
"Mummie said you wouldn't, but
knew you would, because you prom
ised"
well here am said Hugo, speak.
ing and feeling like a clown in pan,
tomime. He had assumed a sort OF
reckless geniality, the broad grin with
which the palidins of today face out.
rageous fortune.
With Poppet hanging round his
neck, he held out his hand to Angela
who had a blush upon her cheeks
Then they sat down and began to
talk.
Begin at the beginning" said An.
gela.
He could see that she was rather
excited, for the color remained in hel
cheeks, and in her voice lurked ar
impatient, slightly petulant tone, often
used in the old days when talking tt
John, but hardly ever to him. He found
himself wondering whether it were
possible that she had met Mrs. Giles
Mottisfont Mrs. Giles would certainly
certainly she would be discreet fol
joys sake.
II camped upon the banks of a river
called Jordan. Ever heard of it, Pop
pet?"
"'Course. Go on"
ALBANIA and Pharphar-not to men
ton the Seine-may be finer rivers
but preferred Jordan
what does he mean, Mummie?"
'I don't know; perhaps we shall fine
out presently"
upon the banks Of the Jordan
lived the simple life"
at seems to have agreed with you.
Appearances are deceptive. 70,
look remarkably we'll Angela, bu
haven't you something on your mind?
She frowned.
"Poppet!"
eyes, Mummie?"
"Now that you have seen Uncl,
Hugo, run off to nurse, darling!"
ooh, Mummie!"
cat once, my pet"
This was the voice of She-who-must
he-obeyed Poppet disappeared in 81
llence, with tear on each cheek Thu
child had served purpose and wa!
now su1nmarily dismissed. AS soon a
the door had closed, Hugo said.
'You night have let her dow
easier"
She ignored this remark When sh
spoke again, her tone was as sweet a
Hybla honey.
"Hugo, do you underrate my int
ligence? Or, have overrated yours?
The man looked at her steadily
The pink upon Angela's cheeks deer
enod, her eyes sparkled.
do you suppose for an instant tina
you have taken me in? Six months as
you showed me pretty plainly that so
were tired of me- Since then, you ha1
written two letters. Would you like
compare them with the letters 20
wrote year ago?'
Hugo gazed at her with 4 dir
smile Angela had this great gift {