Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1909-02-20

WILL SdpIdlu 0LIykSI ana lQdC dDOm-
Unable Mr.. Hobbs. think that my
unhappiness had as much to do with
my fathers insistence on the change
as anything. lie he was very
thoughtful, most of the time"
Kirkwood shut his teeth on what he
knew of the BLACKBOARD.
~ don't know why" she continued,
wholly without affectation, but was
wretched from the moment you left
me in the cab, to wait while you went
in to see Mrs. Hallam And when we
left you, at Bermondsey Old Stairs,
after what you said to me, felt--l
hardly know what to say-abandoned,
in way
But you were with your father, in
his care"
| know, but | was getting confused.
Until then the excitement had kept
me from thinking. But you made me
think. began to wonder, to question
|. But what could I do?' She
signified her helplessness with a
quick and dainty movement of her
hands. s'He is my father; and I am
not yet Of age, you know
Il thought so,"s he confessed,
troubled. Its very inconsiderate of
you, you must admit
u don't understand y,
Because of the legal complication.
rye no doubt your father can have
the law on me "-Kirkwood laughed
uneasily--.for taking you from his
protection"
Protection she echoed warmly.
IF you call it that"
'Kidnappin," he said thoughtfully:
Il presume thatd be the charge
oh" she laughed the notion to
scorn. Besides, they must catch US
first, mustn't they?"
s'Of course; and"---with simula-
ton of confidence. sadly deceitful---
'sthey shan't, Mr.. Hobbs to the con.
trary notwithstanding.
s"You make me share your conf
dence against my better Judgment
Il wish your better judgment would
counsel you to share your confidence
with me- he caught her up. eff you
would only tell me what it's all about,
as far as you know, I'd be better able
to figure out what we ought to do
Briefly the girl sat silent, staring
before her with sweet somber eyes.
Then, in the very beginning" she
told him with conscious laugh
this sounds very story-bookish, [
KNOWN the very beginning, George
Burgoyne Calendar, an American, mar
ried his cousin a dozen times removed
and an Englishwoman, Alice Burgoyne
Hallam."
"Hallam."
Wait, please" She sat up, bending
forward and frowning down upon her
linterlacing, gloved finger; she was
| finding it difficult to say what she
must. Kirkwood, watching hungrily
the fair dropping head, the f1awless
profile clear and radiant against the
night-blackened window, saw hot sig
nails of shame burning on her cheek
and throat and forehead.
"But never mind" he began awk.
wardly.
mo" she told him with decision
! please let me so on ;" She
continued, stumbling, trusting to his
sympathy to bridge the gaps in her
narrative. My father . There
was trouble of some sort At
all events, he disappeared when l was
a baby My mother died. ]
| "eIS biou6aI up IL LIZ 11o&lAS W III J
great-uncle, Colonel George Burgoyne
of the Indian army-retired Ny
mother had been his favorite niece
they say; + presume that was why he
cared for me. I grew up in his home
| in Cornwall; it was my home, just SIS
he was my father in everything but
fact
"A year ago he died, leaving me
everything-the town house in Frog
nall street his estate in Cornwall; ev
erything was willed to me on condi
ton that | must never live with my
father, nor in any way contribute tc
his support If l disobeyed, the en-
tire estate without reserve was to &c
to his nearest OF kin =. Colone
Burgoyne was unmarried and has ri
children"
| The girl paused, lifting to Kirk
woods face her eyes, clear, fearless
| truthful. y never was given to un