Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1909-06-05


Hillard had nothing to offer. He
simply began dressing in his day
clothes, stopping at times and frowr
ing at the walls. Merrihew wisely re-
Trained from adding any questions.
He was human; he knew that some
where in Hillard's breast the fires of
hope burned anew.
The day passed without additional
news. But at night the last Of the
American Comic Opera company
struggled into the hotel, plus various
pieces of baggage. O'Mally, verbose
as ever, did all the talking and vsnl-
ing OF news.
"You wouldn't know her" no said,
referring to La signorina--for they
would always call her that when she
heard Of that buffers death I swear
that she believed you had hand in
1t. But when she heard that the acct
dent had occurred before you left the
villa, she just collapsed Oh, there was
a devil Of a mess; police agents. cara
binieri. inspectors. 1t was good thing
that there were plenty Of witnesses
to prove that the prince had called La
Signorina his wife, or she would be in
Jail tonight and we along with her.
The police we're hunting for the mis-
sing saber OF course we knew moth
ing about It," with wink at Merri-
hew. 81 don't know what would have
happened If her lawyer hadn't hur-
ried up from Rome and Strengthened
out things Queer business. But she's
princess, all right; and she doesn't
need any foreign handle, either. Kitty,
you stick to America when you think
of getting married"
81 SHALL" said Kitty, demurely.
my opinion" went on O'Mally, sis
that the prince beat his nag out Of
pure deviltry, and the brute jumped
into the gorge with him. The cara
b'eneri claim that they saw d man in
the gorge. They gave chase but
couldn't find hide nor hair OF him"
Merrihew looked significantly at
Hillard, who signed him to BE- silent.
Il am glad that we can sail Satur-
day." said Kitty She was very tired.
$50 am l." echoed Smith. All l
want is a heart-to-heart talk with old
Broadway. Never again for mine!"
go on!" said O'Mally You'll be
talking about rnis for the next ten
years"
"As to that, l don't say. But never
my name on a foreign contract again,
Unless il takes me to London. No more
parle Italiano Let's go over to the
Grand. There's an American barkeep
over there, and he'll sympathize with
US"
You're ont" said o'Mally willing
| ly.
When they were gone. Hillard asked
Kitty If she had any news.
She said she would wife you, and
for you to remain here till You re.
ceived the letter.
Was that all?"
eyes. Have you seen anvtcing Of
that wretched man Worth, VINO is the
cause Of all this trouble ."
mo. nor l don't care to-"
Suppose the three Of rs take a
stroll along the Lungarno?" suggested
Merrihew. ut VII be the last chance
together
you two go. am worn out, said
Hillard II had 10 sleep last night.
So Kitty and Merrihew went out 10
gether. They climbed the Ponte Fec
chic, leaned against the rail back Of
the bust of Cellini and contemplated
the trembling lights on the sluggish
waters.
81 hate to leave him alone" saii
Merrihew.
Kitty nestled snugly against his arm
Dent worry about him. 1t is all wei
with him.
/ How do you known"
| op, uro,,,op
"Oh!" A bell crashed across tn.
river; it was nine O'Clock. do yoi
love me, Kitty Killigrew?"
Very much, Mr.. Merrihew.'
But why did you keep me waitin:
SO long?"
That's one of the few secrets
shall never tell you
Merrihew pursued his investigation
no further I'VE shall have to live il
fiat"
II should be happy in a hut. Wha
an adventure we have had! l reg e
none of it."
Neither do l." And then, sure o
the shadow and the propitionsness 0
the moment, he kissed her Kit
would never have forgiven him If h
hadn't. I've bought you cricket t
take home"
ga cricket?'
Eyes These Florentines conside
crickets very lucky, that is, the frs
you find in May You put him in a Ii
tie wire cage and feed him lettuce
and if he sings, why, there's no dout
about the good luck. Funny, little coo
ger. Looks like a parson in froc
coat and an old-fashioned stock
Good luck, always" said Kit
!, brushing his hand with her lips
They were gone and Hillard we
alone He missed them all sorel
Merrihew with his cherry laugh, Kit
| with her bright eyes, and O'Mally wit
i his harmless drolleries. And no lette
1t would not be true to say that h
! waited patiently, that he was resigl
+ ed; he waited because he must wal
There had been a great shock and st
required time to recover her pois
Was there woman in all the worl
like her? No. She was we'll wort
waiting for. And so he would wait. ST
d was free now; but would that real
s matter? There was no barrier; b.
could she love him? And might not h,
laftar yUhpp Gil he ,,oln6i