Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1908-01-25

asked him? She said nothing to me
about his coming. have known him
all my life; we are sort of cousins"
she added; and then she laughed.
We'll, after all, it is lucky Sammy is
here, for, do you know, we quite for
got to wire for a carriage? only
hope they have sent big brougham.'
Il am going to walk" Haverfor1
said at once, but this she vetoed In
fact, she had no desire to drive tete-a-
tete with the other man.
ooh, please don't" she said 81 beg
you will not leave me. Remember, !
am in your charge today. You must
deliver me back to Agnes safely"
And to this argument he, as mat
ter of course, had to yield.
The drive was not pleasant one.
however. They were rather crowded
in the brougham.
Camilla laughed at this discomfort
as she had laughed at all the rest, but
her voice had shrill tone, or per-
haps Rupert Haverford noticed this
for the first time.
AS soon as they passed into the big
hall, he left Mrs Lancing and Sir
Samuel chatting with the others and
went to his room.
He suddenly felt nervous and even
bad tempered and he wanted to be
alone. 1t was a relief not to find his
man waiting for him.
Some letters were lying on the ia
BILE, and he took them up and glanced
at them mechanically, then he threw
them down and strolled to and fro in
the room in the same preoccupied
way as he had paced the platform. It
would certainly have gratified Mrs.
Landings vanity could she have
known how persistently she torment
ed and troubled this man.
When his servant came hurrying in.
after a while Haverford was staring
into the fire with rather grim look
on his face.
Have everything packed early to-
morrow, Harper he said II shall go
to town by the first available train in
the morning."
Then he aroused himself and took
up his letters again The first he op-
ened was written on shabby paper, in
! handwriting that was small and curl
ously formed.
i 1t was dated the day before, and
had been forwarded from town.
Dear Sir it ran.
eff you please, will you come and
see your mother as soon as you return
from the country? There was a little
accident yesterday when she was out
| driving, and she was much alarmed.
| am glad to say she was not hurt,
but her doctor has ordered her to
| keep very quiet for day or two.
yours faithfully,
katherine Granger
"P. s. have asked that this let
ter shall be forwarded to you"
CHAPTER II.
When Mrs. Lancing went upstairs
her hostess went with her.
$50 the dear motor did go wrong
after ALL" observed Mrs Brenton, a
| triffe triumphantly. 81 think + had
the best of ii. in my despfsed ono
horse shay .ass
Il Camilla threw off her furs with q
sigh
\ Dear Agnes she said. 81 hate
making you conceited, but truth com
pels me to admit that for once you
are right. A motor is beautiful
thing if it goes smoothly, but when it
goes wrong it is just the other kind OF
thing"
"Of course am right" said Mrs
Brenton, as she stirred the fire
briskly.
She was a plain woman, with a
hard-riding figure, and gray hair neat
/ ly plated, but she had pair of hand
voice.
! aLo ID,
and-by, when I am in my little grave
have no doubt folk will be switch
backed to here and there and home
again. but hate experiments-I am 4
little too old for them-and the bes,
car that is made is only thing or
trial, you know"
She helped Camilla to slip out Of
the big coat.
Fortunately, you were we.
wrapped up" she said. But what 2
weight this coat is, Camilla! How
can you walk in it at all? When die
you get it? I have not seen it be
\ fore!''
"Oh, haven't you? But. surely
Agnes, you must have seen ito
queried Mrs. Lancing, in tone O
very real establishment "Why,
have had it ages; got it at Veronique
sale. 1t was absurdly cheap"
i She told these various nntruths
quite glibly, and then made haste tt
/ get away from the subject.
She was not little afraid of Mrs
Brenton at times, although. indeed
she would have been singularlv I'm
grateful-if she had not realised tina
in this old friend-one who had known
her when she was mere child-she
had staunch and loving ally;
friend who in sickness and in health
gave her almost an anxious affection
and whose curiosity to know wha
was passing with her arose from til,
motives. But Camilla always dreaded
being compelled to answer questions
or having to give an account of hey
self she was SO weary of having goot
advice given her.
OF what use, SO she argued to her
self. would it be to let Agnes know
how worried she was, and into what
hopeless middle her pretty feet ha;
strayed?
eff she could help me it would b.
different, but Agnes can't help me,
| oh ~ aopd che upc,,l