Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1908-08-13

out fresh case being reported; but
1 Joy showed scars. Her colour was
less bright; shadows lay beneath her
eyes. Tisdale had prescribed golf. as
being preferable to quinine or iron.
She asked Hugo TO play in the pres
ence of the parson, who said briskly:
Yes, yes, the every thing! Give her
game tomorrow"
| So 1t came about that they played
regularly upon the days when Hugo
was not shooting. The Misses Motifs
font were unaffectedly shocked. For
| three evenings in succession the Aunts
/ discussed, from every point of view,
the propriety of second marriages of
which hitherto they has disapproved.
Unquestionably, if poor George Ven
nable had remarked some sensible
woman after dear Alicia's death, Joy
would not be playing golf with tall.
handsome stranger of whom nobody
| not even Colonel Jalland, who went to
| town to have his hair cut, knew any
thing at all!
Hugo played golf as has been said,
like a professional: having, indeed, de-
! voted as much time and ability to the
ancient game as would have served to
/ master a foreign language or higher
| mathematics. He was therefore able
| to coach JOY, who hitherto had coach
ed others; and in golf. as in other mat
tiers, she found herself deferring to
| superior knowledge and experience.
Add to- this, her endless speculations
i concerning man who with abilities
far above the average was seemingly
| satisfied with a life without definite
aims. Hugo, in Joys mind, doomed
! larger and larger as huge note Of
Interrogation.
| Each day, too she became more con-
scious of his singular intermittences
OF silence. He seemed to shy away
from certain subjects She did not
know what he believed or disbelieved,
and this to anyone with Mottisfont
blood in their veins was exceedingly
unsatisfactory Joy and SirGiles held
the conviction in common that in
politics and religion ones flag ought to
be nailed to the mast. Sir Giles was
fond of saying: what is right is
right. and what is wrong is wrong
No man, for instance, with any preten.
lions to being considered sound .
iniquitous measure as the Deceased
Wife's Sister Bill You might as we'll
debate the propriety of Free Love or
the naturalization of land.
However, Esme Burgess served as
peg upon which to hang conversation
The young fellow was doing brilliantly
There could be no argument about
that. The big papers reported his
speeches in full. Everybody said that
he had won the Norfolk bye-election
off his own bat. The New Brooms-
1t was confidently predicted-were
likely to make clean sweep of it.
The disaffected on both sides were
asking questions and receiving stag
gering answers. "Down with Expedi-
ency!'' had been adopted as sort of
battle-cry. In the New Year number
of the Saxon, Burgess published re-
markable article setting forth in de-
tail the lies told by both parties during
the recent election. Nobody reading
this paper could doubt that the truth
was being presented by the Saxon, as
a substitute for soft soap and bun
kum
Burgess has come to stay" said
Hugo.
"You really think SOP
He will go very far.
In his mind was a vision of Bur
CESS ascending triumphantly to the
skies, scaling inaccessible peaks, and
always carrying Joy with him. Well,
If he could please her by predicting
triumphs, by all means let him play
the Prophet.
They were now in mid January, and
the days had began to lengthen. Hern.
shaw Magma and Parya displayed
proudly clean bill Of health. Jordan
Cottage was disinfected, swept and
garnished The modest sign, Apart
ments, cleaned once more above the
porch. One day Hugo read para
graph in the Morning Post John
Tempest had returned from India.
John, of course, had gone down to
the Abbey for the cream of the hunt
ing. The big house would look rather
empty without Angela and Poppet.
Hugo had not received another letter
from Angela, but he heard from the
faithful Pixon of two visits to the fiat
and demands for information dis
creetly withheld. Pixton, indeed, was
instructed to say that his master was
in the wilds, and therefore presum-
ably beyond the zone of letters and
kilograms.
Angela, indeed and all she repre-
sented, seemed very remote. Hugo
had become boy again, and, like a
boy, was able to Danish from his
mind disagreeable memories and as
sociations. During this month, when
ever he was alone, there came to him
with extraordinary vividness certain
scenes of his youth and childhood,
when Cynthia had been his comrade
and companion. Happy are they for
whom such scenes have definite
message, for it means that youth is
not dead in them. There had been
endless expeditions in search Of eyes
of the rarer wild fowl which nestled
in the Suffolk marshes and fens. To
secure the booty they had risked
duckings innumerable and much
floundering through mud Always
they had returned in the widest
spirits laughing and singing and in