Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1908-06-16

, Constantinople! Abdul Won larsen
helm should have testimonial, Van
draken-he certainly should have 6
testimonial
u When the two men had left the
house Lady Donoyle went to her
boudoir smoking-room She found hel
daughter sitting on the sofa by the
tea-table. In the small room, whose
only not of colour was furnished gold
the girl in the blue dress was set, as
Vandraken had remarked, like a tur
quoise. Lady Donoyle had come gaily
to the door; she had not changed since
she came in from her drive, and in her
soft-materialed dress-mauve into
which brown was artistically blended
and suggestion of wells and chit
fons of the same tints, looked wonder
fully girlish
Something in her daughters pose
arrested Lady yDonoyle at the door,
and an expression of anxiety clouded
over the gaiety of her face
Lady Kitty was sitting in tense at
tltude, her usually limpid blue eyes
were hazed and yelled by some spirit
ual fever through the mists of which
they seemed TO be trying to penetrate
to knowledge
The rustic of her mothers skirts
made her look up The hand which
mad been supporting her chin went out
in an appeal to the elder woman. II
don't understand. ~ don't under
stand!" she murmured
What is it, dear?" asked her moth.
er, coming forward and sitting down
beside her What don't you under
stand?"
Why should be drawn into the
life of man like Mr. Vandraken,
knowing there is evil in it, It is as
though was being willed by some
force stronger than myself to open a
door behind which are terrible Great
ures, and release some whimperng
thing which is locked up with them. |
don't want to go to that door, and
yet something in Mr. Vandraken is
pleading to something which Is me,
and yet is not me- to open it. l am
drawn towards that man by invisible
hands which are stronger than me
fear which holds me back"
Lady Donoyle looked troubled as
/, she took her daughters hand you
are trying to analyse rne mystery of
af1inities. dear. You are trying to
make blind destiny see. We are links
In an endless chain, Kitty, and it is
not given us to choose our fellow
links. If the hammer blows hurt when
the links are welded 1t is only the
links that feel; the great chain is not
influenced, it does not pause in it's
revolutions. But, dear mel" she added,
dropping her serious tone, how
naughty of you, Kitty. You are act
ually making me talk sense, and
have sworn never to be sensible
again! l am getting too old to be
serious. Laughter is the only weapon
that you can fight fate whit is
like threatening Satan with the cruel
/ fix. Laugh with Mr.. Vandraken, be
pals with Mr.. Vandraken, marry Mr.
Vandraken, but, for goodness sake,
don't love Mr.. Vandraken!"
But If it is my destiny? Oh,
mamma, have you lived all these
years without being abe to answer
one question? Are we stronger than
our destiny?-are we?" She clasped
| her mothers hand desperately, as
though she would wiring the knowl
edge from her
My dear child! If you were driving
down Piccadilly in hanson, and an
other hansom runs into yours and
lock WHEELS, you can't escape being
tangled up with the other hanson,
but you needn't fall in love with the
man inside the hansom."
! Lady Kitty dropped her mothers
hand, and made despairng gesture
"You are too whimsical to be any use
as mother"
Il am sorry you don't think 1 shine
as a parent, Kitty, but assure you
pass on you exactly as much infor-
| nation about the heart of things as
one generation ever does pass on to
another, and that is just about-noth-
Ing. When is Mr.. Vandraken coming
to call AGAIN."
Before Kitty could answer, foot
man entered, carrying an enormous
bunch Of white lilies, with one red
rose in the center. Lady Donoyle look
ed at the card which accompanied
them. From Mr.. Vandraken, Kitty"
Then she turned 1t over, and read on
the back: 81 am off to Paris tomorrow
with Lord Ancestor, but the lilies will
grow just the same. Don't turn them
q" 10y. VI " Ollie, 10 uc Ilul-
INJURED Lady Donoyle. THAT looks
promising"
II wonder why he put red rose
In the middle of the lilies, mamma?
What wonderful perfume it has!"
HE is a curious mixture that young
man." answered Lady Donoyle, as she
lit Russian cigarette.
CHAPTER XIII.
Fabian Dare had left Won larsen
helms lodgings in dazed condition,
like man who has not fully recover
ed from narcotic. Before the opera
ton he had planned what he would do
if he survived it; these plans he now
instinctively carried out; otherwise he
was incapable Of initiating action.
He called a hanson, and mumbled
the name Of a hotel which he had al
ways frequented in his prosperous
days. The cabman, with that UNI
erring instinct, amounting to telepathy
which he shares with telegraph