Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1908-08-25

My las word is: ''oegin again!'"
That was all, but the handwriting
! was uneven; as if it had been written
by an old woman with dimmed eyes
end trembling fingers. Tisdale locked
at it long and closely, then, with a
sigh, he returned it to Hugo.
When he spoke again he had uncon-
sciously assumed his abrupt profess
sional zone.
"she is quite right, Charters. And
he message means as much to me as
TO you. Ny work thank God. lies
ready to my hand. What yours is, I
don't know. believe that you will find
! it, if You look for it. Somewhere, in
England or out of England, O job is
waiting for you. AS for her"
He paused, thinking intently; en-
deavoring to see the future with
woman's eyes.
Tell me about her."
"For two months her looks have
worried me. thought she was frettins
about her father. Now l understand. I
don't think she will ever marry"
| Burgess said that too"
did he? It's something not easily
explained, something in the tempera-
ment and character which stretches
back and forth for generations, some
thing peculiar to our northern races.
Do you ever think of the women de-
voting their lives to other women's
children ;the nurses, governesses and
maiden aunts. The mothers, who per-
haps are entirely wrapped UP in their
husbands, or lovers, or amusements,
take the credit, you may be sure, but
we doctors know. Potentially. nearly
all these women were intended to be
mothers, and the maternal instinct
cannot be destroyed, although 1t may
be diverted and perhaps perverted.
Many Of them remain single because
they cannot marry one particular man.
The primal woman had no such scru-
pies. Well, we are in deep waters, but
predict that Joy Vennable will de-
vote her life to children not her own.
She won't take me, and she won't
take Ehme Burgess. don't waste
much pity on him."
'Why not?"
"He is wrapped up in himself, in his
career, in his ambitions, which are
worthy enough. For the next five
years he will do better alone. A wife,
the very best, would be a sort of drag
on him. In sense what applies to
him, applies to me, or did apply to
me, For the past five years I've hard
ly had minute could call my own. l
don't complain, I've enjoyed the fight,
but man must have some minutes to
share with wife. And right here's an
other bit Of psychology for you. The
right kind Of women don't want men
who can do without them Nothing in
the world makes good woman as
miserable as the thought that she's
drag on the man she loves. Burgess
and I would have an attenuated
chance if he lost his tongue and 1 my
right hand. Hullo!'
The clock began to chime
Great Scott! I've made you miss
your boat"
That's not of the least consequence.
I foresaw the possibility. told my
chauffeur that 1 might be delayed"
"Ycn must stop here"
| Tisd e had small spare room, al
We 70 'ept in order. He showed Hugo
over his flat, which occupied the
ground floor of the house, expiating
with enthusiasm over it's advantages.
He kept no bothering servants. His
landlady did" for him. The consulting
room and dispensary had a separate
entrance.
Very snug" said Hugo.
"I had to plot and plan" Tisdale
admitted. cor I hadn't bob to spare
could afford house of my own,
now, but, bless me. prefer this
Well have nightcap.''
With the cunningly concealed inten-
tion to distract Hugo's mind and pre-
pare it for sleep. he began a descriD-
ton of his struggles against disease
and poverty in what was then a slum
Of Easthampton. The dean.y monotonv
of the narrative seemed to rermeate
his voice Hugo felt that his eyes
were closing. Tisdale smiled and
touched him. Lets turn in"
Hugo started.
II don't know what's the matter
with me" he muttered, rubbing his