Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1909-10-14

berth and one the upper to make 1t
perfect" observed an Alabama man.
81 wonder when they'll get home"
| They'll probably both walk to be
sure they don't take the same train"
suggested commercial traveller from
| Cincinnati, who had just come from
New Orleans. Their friends are
doing their best to keep them apart.
They both have a reputation for
being quick on the trigger
4 "Bosh!" exclaimed Griswold. II
dare say it's all a newspaper story.
| There's no knife-and- pistol nonsense in
| the south any more. They'll both go
| home and attend to their business,
and that will be the last of 1t. The
| people of North Carolina ought to be
proud of Dangerfield; he's one of the
best governors they ever had. And
| Osborne is a first-class man, too, one
of the old Palmetto families"
~ guess they're both all right"
drawled the Mississippian, settling his
big black hat more firmly on his head.
"Dangerfield spoke in our town at the
1 state fair last year, and he's one of
the best takers ever heard"
Therefore, as no one appeared to
speak for the governor of South Caro-
lima, the drummer volunteered to
vouch for his oratorical gifts, on the
strength of an address lately deliver
ed by Governor Osborne in lecture
course at Cincinnati. Being pressed
by the Mississippian, he admitted that
he had not himself attended the
the lecture but he had heard 1t warm
ly praised by competent critics.
/ The Mississippian had resented Girls
wolds rejection of the possibility of
Il personal violence between the gov
errors, and wished to return to the
subject.
tits not only themselves he de-
clared, "but each man has got the
honor of his state to defend. Suppose
when they met in the railway office
at Atlanta this morning, Dangerfield
had drawed his gun. Do you suppose,
gentlemen, that if North Carolina had
drawed South Carolina wouldn't have
followed suit? declare, young man,
you don't know what you're talking
about. If Bill Dangerfield won't fight
| don't know fightin' blood when see
itn
We'll, SIR" began the Alabama man
'ny brother-in-law in Charleston went
to college with Osborne, and many's
the time I've heard. him say that he
was sorry for the man who woke up
Charlie Osborne. Charlie mean
the governor, you understands one
of these fellows who never says
much, but when you get him going he's
terrible to witness Bill Dangerfield
may be governor of North Car'line,
and | reckon he is, but he amt gov
ernor of South Car'line, not by a
\ damned good deal"
The discussion had begun to bore
I Griswold, and he went back to his
own section, having it is mind to re-
wise a lecture he was preparing on
The Right of Search on the High Seas.
It had grown dark, and the car was
: brilliantly lighted. There were not
more than half a dozen other persons
in his sleeper, and these were widely
4 scattered Having taken an inventory
of his belongings to- be sure they were
q all at hand, he became conscious O
the presence of young lady in the
a opposite section. In the seat behint
her sat an old colored woman in snowy
cap and apron, who was evidently the
y young lady's servant. Griswold was
aware that this dusky duenna bristlec
n and frowned and pursed her lips II
the way of her picturesque kind as he
glanced at her, as though his presence
J. were an intrusion upon her mistress
3 who sat withdrawn to the extreme cor
n ner Of her section, seeking its fulles
e seclusion, with her head against I
s. pillow, and the tips of her suede shoe
h showing under her gray travelling
W skirt on the further half of the sec
d ton. She twirled idly in her fingers ;
~ half-opened rosebud fact unimport
Of ant In itself, but destined to hinge
long in Griswold's memory. The pi
n low afforded the happiest possible
al background for her brown head, he
a cheek bright with color, and profit
e.. clear-cut, and just now-an impression
O. due, perhaps, to the slight culver G
70 her nostrils and the compression Q
r. her lips-seemingly disdainful of tn
v world. Griswold hung up his hat an
S, opened his portfolio; but the presenc
I'd Of the girl suggested Ardmore an
ID his ridiculous quest Of the allurin
blue eye, and it was refreshing to re
is call Ardmore and his ways. Here wa
lie one man, at least in this twentiet
IN century, at whose door the Tim
ii Spirit might sthump and thunder i
ce vain.
The black woman rose and minister
r. ed to her Mistress muttering in kin
p monotone consolatory phrases fro1
~ which Chile" and honey" occasional
ly reached Griswolds ears The oil
er nanny produced from a bag severe