Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1908-08-01
And blind the goodly sun:

moon,
And blind the goodly sun;
And they do well to hide their hell,
For in it things are done
That son of God nor son of man
Should ever look upon"
His warm, soft voice thrilled and
broke. For the first time Hugo under
stood the power of the orator to move
an audience, and the infinitely great
er power of the mar of magnetism to
transport a listener to whithersoeyer
he pleased.
who wrote that?" said Hugo.
Burgess mentioned the most unhap-
ply Of men known to our generation.
A long silence succeeded. Here in
these sylvan spaces, far from the fret
and fever of modern life, the mere
mention of that name was like a dis
cord, the blare of a motor horn when
nightingales are singing. And yet the
man was dead and the poet lived;
the good had survived, the evil lay in
the corruption of the grave. Hugo
looked at Burgess a Galahad, unless
all signs were at fault. How fortunate
he had been in finding such a friend
at the moment when most needed!
The young fellows temperament, en-
thusiasm, freshness and capacity for
enjoyment had quickened in the old
expression. But what a gulf lay be-
tween them!
By a curious coincidence, Nature
presented an example, brutally en-
phasizing the difference between, let
US say, a Galahad and a Lancelot.
Not a score of yards away two SPLEEN
did trees, a beech and an oak, stood
together upon the edge of the coppice.
The oak still retained a few leaves;
the beech was stripped bare. Then
Hugo perceived that 1t was dead -
struck by lightning.
1--WE must get on" he said.
Zone more pipe" pleaded Burgess.
This is SO glorious. / feel perfectly
fit again. OF course, you've had this
sort of thing all your life; you can't
enjoy it as I do"
81 think I can"
That pheasant run rather bored
you, l dare say"
las a matter OF fact, l enjoyed it
more than many a big day when I've
shot hundreds of pheasants.''
Hundreds of %pheasants! say, you
must know some swells."
Hugo bit his lip. He had given
himself away more than once, fortu-
nately to a young fellow who was en-
tirely occupied with himself and one
other. Nevertheless, Burgess had
cleaned some rather surprising bits
of information. He knew that Hugo
had been educated at Elton, and that
he had travelled much in wild parts
of the world. He was able to deduce
from these facts that Hugo must
have possessed ample means; for,
obviously, he had never entered a
Il know some swells.'
Charters, you are a swell. l saw
that from the first. You looked a
swell wen when you began to grow
a beard. You're not a wicked noble.
man in disguise, are you?"
Certainly not"
A certain peremptoriness of tone
arrested other questions. Burgess
harked back.
Glorious as this Is, as a change
it would bore me II I lived here"
Hugo looked at him reflectively
Burgess continued:
I'm awfully fond Of the Forest o.
VS.; but love Piccadilly. Don't you,'
"Um! No"
THE finest thoroughfare in tbs
world, bar none"
Hugo glanced at Henbest and How
land, fiat on their backs, and fasi
asleep.
do you ever walk down Piccadill.
late at night, B~urgess?"
ooh! Yes-sometimes."
He flushed, hesitated, and then sale
quickly: you see, that's the side
don't know"
Lucky fellow! Life seems cas-.
walking TO you, because you have
made no bad slips
Unjust n make bad slips?"
Hugo shrugged his shoulders"
There are certain slips for which
one pays rather too dearly. At you
age I liked thoroughfares, particular,
the roaring ones. Now somehow,
seem to see not the well-dressed men
staggering along with their chest
out and their chins up; but the other
the poor devils who have been rul
over. And such a little thing ma
upset OHe-d strip VI OTdHSe-peel, Gil
And then-bif!-a bus rolls owe
you! Come on" He rose up AM
stretched his limbs. 81 wonde
whether there is another woodcock il
those alders?"
Burgess got up, too, staring a
Hugo, with a new interest in his eyes
Certainly Hugo had his chest out an
his chin up. Burgess touched hi
arm, with a gesture of sympathy in
possible to resent or ignore.
81 say" he whispered, you've no
been run over, have you?"
"Yes!" said Hugo CURLY.
CHAPTER X.
December brought sharp frosts. Da
after day glided by, wiping out {
t Hugo's mind the stains of the pas
2 filling 1t with the joys and interest
: of the present. He worked in Sara
t Owbridge's garden, he read man
books, he played golf and shot in tn
Forest of VS.. The Vennables, fathe
= and daughter, left him alone, but h
!. heard Of them continually from Blu,
iLk n-a, 49, Ga d.,