Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1908-08-25
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pest had returned to- London togeth-
err
Hugo laughed.
81 met them in the Park ten days
ago"
so you are going abroad?"
"Tisdale, believe you're the only
person living to whom l can speak
plainly. I'm going abroad because I'm
miserable at hone. no longer care q
hang for things l used to do or for peo-
pie | used to know
''You want job?"
That's it, | want job, but where
am | to find enc. envy you from the
bottom of my soul; Id change places
with you this minute. My brother, a
good fellow, suggests buying a place
and farming it. Well, l might get some
interest out of that if hadn't twenty
thousand year. A fight against odds
and, by Jove! farming without much
capital is that-would stir me up.
There are jobs a rich man can tackle.
A bagman reminded me of that But
those jobs, Parliament, for instance,
philanthropic work" he glanced at the
yum pLlSlo, OIL NV III LILY lliO. LII
an outdoor man. If war broke out"
II know what's the matter with
you," interrupted Tisdale 'You cared
for Joy Vennable?"
yes"
Able to speak, he spoke at length.
Tisdale listened, frowning, filling up
the gaps in the narrative, understand,
ing perfectly what was left unsaid.
When Hugo finished, there was ST.
lence. Tisdales face was twitching.
After all his years of practice, he
had not the wonderful self control Of
the other.
And she couldn't forgive you?" lis
dale said unsteadily
Hugo shook his head
But she cared for your" There was
passionate Interrogation in his tone
Burgess made no mistake about that,
Ell? You are quite sure that you were
the other?'
Hugo grasped his hand, speaking
hoarsely, reading the pain in Tisdale's
face
For your sake, would to God I
could say | was not sure. She will
never be mine, and | wish, from the
bottom of my heart, that she could be
a better fellows. Can you believe that,
Tisdale?"
Eyes"
"There are some things that cannot
be hidden. Love and tobacco smoke,
-eh ?When turned after shutting the
door upon that purring cat, He'll was
in my heart, and Heaven on her face.
Joy believed in me-"
"She loved you and let you CO."
"She let go a stranger. I'm a sort
of Hyde in her eyes. And because she
is like that, because she has the
brains and the heart to see clearly the
abomination of the sin l committed, I
love her, and shall always love her,
And being the woman she is, how can
she help loathing me? If could have
dragged her down to my level was
tempted-I-"
"You thought of that?"
Eyes, deliberately thought of that.
There must have been laughter
among the gods. They have laid the
trap for me and I walked into it,"
"And that was the end?"
mot quite. I wrote a letter."
"Explaining?"
eyes, He laughed softly. 81 tried to
explain. And I despised myself for do
ing it, because from the very begin
ming knew what was about A GER
tain lady may not be the unsophisticat-
ed victim the British Public believes
her to be, but that does not white
wash me-
"Joy answered that letter?"
Eyes; have her answer here"
He took from his pocket an enve-
lope, soiled and frayed at the edges.
Tisdale took it. A surgeon sees human
ity at it's best and worst And the
eyes perceiving beneath the fair white
flesh the lesion that presently the
knife will lay bare, perceive also the
misery, the despair, underlying the
smooth brow and bravely smiling
mouth. The men and women who walk
into the operating room with a firm
step and jest, may be, upon their
lips, excite Lore poignant pity and
sympathy than the weaklings, totter-
ing, wailing, to an inevitable ordeal.
The soldiers who stood in their ranks
when the Birkenhead went down bring
the tears to our eyes.
Because Hugo smiled as he handed
joys letter to Tisdale, the latter turn
ed away hic nvac