Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1908-06-25

seem to be dripping with a dew Of
liquid gems. 1t is my true environ
ment. and in it shall win-I shall
win!"
CHAPTER XII.
Lady Donoyle was quite satisfied IN
her choice of chaplain. She was
talking about him to her daughter one
Sunday, at luncheon, about three
months after his arrival at the castle.
do you know, Kitty" she observed,
using an American expression which
she had recently got hold of, that
lains. l am beginning to be worried.
am afraid those sermons of his may
make me see the error of my ways"
| HE has wonderful voice" assent
ed Lady Kitty It would be impossible
not to listen to it. and yet one can't
help feeling terrible note of trag-
edy in all he says, and the way he
says it."
He Is the first parson, my dear.who
ever painted Heaven in such attrac-
|
with equanimity I used to feel that
would rather play bridge down be-
low than a harp up above; but Mr.
Dare's unorthodox pictures of future
life are slowly reconciling me to an
eternity of bridgelessness. The mans
a poet"
yes" answered Lady Kitty earn
estly, ignoring the light note in her
| f,j-
umphant guide who speaks, showing
covered, but a lost soul, warning us
away from some other country he has
wandered into. How he has changed
most light hearted Of boys then"
'Well, he does look as if he had
been going it a Bit" murmured Lady
Donoyle.
ooh, mamma! I didn't mean that
he was dissipated One oughtn't to
say such things about"
1.-THE artistic temperament covers a
multitude of sins, my dear: and really,
| Kitty, If man must preach to me
about my sins. like to feel that he
knows what he is talking about. That
dear Mr.. Strayne, over at Clonboyne,
|
belief in the certainty of a real hell.
tortured saint, always impressed me
Lady Kitty had been thinking deep
| ly "Of cource, Mr.. Dare hunts,
shoots, and plays games, buttons his
be a clergyman at all on week days,
| hut he Ia
dissipated life" Yet she looked
troubled as she said it.
well as you haven't got to marry
the man, and as he Is clever enough
not to be found out, l am not going
to worry about Mr. Dare's morals. He
tseems to have money of his own, or
he couldn't afford to keep hunter.
One of the unappropriated beauties in
all will be well. Personally, l shall
end of convenience to have young
man on the premises that one can ask
to dinner at the last moment, and who
! doesn't slang you afterwards for send
ing him with anyone Do you know,
Lady Burlington quite fell in love with
him last week-thought he was a dis
ton. I don't know what the woman
said to him, but l thought Mr.. Dare
was going to leave the table. You
ought to have seen her face when
told her the young man was par
son."
81 can't imagine why you have a
woman like Lady Huntington to stay
at Donoyle. She looks like an adver-
,tv
"Why? Oh, because she cheats at
bridge Kitty"
What reason!"
well, you see, dear, there were
three other very nice people staying
in the house, won't tell you which.
found they all cheated, so I got Lady
Huntington to make up fourth, and
always made them play together.
They rocked one another horribly, but
it was the same for ALL"
81 thought the way she tried to
flirt with Mr.. Dare was perfectly
scandalous!" said Lady Kitty, flushing
so imperceptibly that her mother, who
was busy with peach, failed to no
tice it. Even after she knew he was
to Mrs. Ashton, I'd leave my happy
those Americanisms you are so fond
Of, mamma
cts quite expressive enough to be
one," answered her mother, getting
up from the table. What are you
going to do this afternoon, dear?"
81 think-Ill go for long walk"
replied Lady Kitty, rather hesitat-
ingly.
What energy!" yawned Lady Don.
oyle; but she did not know that the
walk was to be walked with Fabian
Dare
Lady Donoyle, secure in her belief
that the young chaplain was not OF
their world, had not troubled to no
tice that ner daughter was thrown a
good deal into his society.
Fabian Dare's personality, and its
effect on her, had been great puzzle
to the girl from the start Instead 81
conflicting with her feeling for Van
draken, it seemed to harmonic with
it. The day the millionaire had call
ed, her sentiment about the young
poet had, as she thought, sung its