Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1909-11-13

varieties, and is quite wonderful; and
that white rose is her own creation
it is becoming well known. She named
| 1t for me, and she sends me at least
one every day-she says it's nv roy
alty-if that's what you lawyers call
| that sort of thing"
! we lawyers rarely have anything
so interesting as that to apply the
word to! So that rose is the Barbara 2"
and 1t gave him feeling of reckless
ness to find himself speaking her name
aloud. There are large Conservatives
on the estate, over there somewhere;
| might risk the scarlet fever by at
lacking the gardener and demanding
a Barbara for you"
I'm afraid my little flower hasn't
attained to the grandeur of Ardsley,"
she laughed. But pray, where are
we?"
| They had reached the highroad
pected, and he checked his horse alb
ruptly, remembering that he was per-
soma non grata on this SOIL"
I'VE must go back; l mustn't be
seen here. The workmen are scattered
all about the place, and they all know
me-"
ooh, just little farther! 1 want to
see the towers of the castle!"
If she had asked him to jump into
the sea he would not have hesitated;
and he was SO happy at being with
her that his heart sang defiance to
Ardmore and the splendors of Ards
ley.
They were riding now toward the
red bungalow, where he had often
sprawled on the broad benches and
chaffed with Ardmore for hours at a
time. Tea was served here sometimes
when there were guests at the house;
and Griswold wondered Just who were
included in the party that his quondam
friend was entertaining, and how much
Mrs. Atchison was progressing in her
efforts to effect match between
Daisy Waters and her brother
The drives were nearly all open to
the public, SO that by the letter of the
law he was no intruder; but beyond
the bungalow he must not go. Sobered
by the thought Of his breach with
Ardmore, he resolved not to pass the
bungalow whose red roof was now in
sight
Its like a fairy place, and I feel
that there can be no end to it." Bar.
bara was saying. But it isn't kind to
urge you in. We certainly are doing
nothing to find Appleweight, and it
must be nearly noon"
1t was just then-he wildly recalls
the moments Griswold felt in his
waistcoat for his watch-that Miss
Jerry Dangerfeld, with Thomas Ard
more at her side, galloped into view.
They were racing madly, like ire.
sponsible children. and bore bolster
ously down upon the two pilgrims
Jerry and Ardmore, hatless and
warm, were pardonably indignant at
thus being arrested in their flight, and
the master of Ardsley, feeling for
once the dignity of his proprietorship,
broke out stormily.
81 would have you know would
have you know" he roared, and
then his voice failed him. He stared;
he spluttered he busted himself with
his horse, which was dancing in eager
ness to resume the race He uuieted
the beast, which nevertheless arched
and paved like war-horse, and then
the master of Ardsley bawled:
"Grissy! say, Grissy!"
Miss Osborne and Professor Girls
wold on their dropping Mingo county
nondescripts, made a tame picture
before Ardmore and his fair compan.
ion on their Ardsley hunters. The
daughter of the governor Of North
Carolina with high disdain, and it need
hardly be said that this feeling, as ex-
pressed by glacial glances, was evenly
reciprocal, and that in the contemptu-
Gus upward tilt of two charming
chins the incest Judgment would have
been necessary to any fair opinion as
to which state had the better argu-
ment.
The associate professor of admiral
ty was known as a ready debater, and
he quickly returned his former friends
salutation, and in much the contulne-
lious tone he would have used in
whitening an adversary before a Jury
Pardon me, but are you one of the
employees here?"
"Why Grissy, old man. don't look
at me like that! How did YOU"
II owe your master an apology for
riding upon his property at a time
when pestilence is giving you cause
for so much concern. The death rate
from scarlet fever is deplorably
high"
ooh, Grissy," cried Ardmore.
"You have addressed me Familiarity,
by a nickname sometimes used by in
innate friends, though l can't for the
life of me recall you. want you to
know that l am here in an official ca
pacity, on an errand for the state of
South Carolina"
Miss Dangerfeld's chin, which had
dropped trifle, pointed again into the
blue ether.
"You will pardon me-" she said. "but
an agent of the state of South Caro-
lima is far exceeding his powers when
he intrudes upon North Carolina soil"
'The state of South Carolina does
what it pleases and goes where it
likes, declared Miss Barbara Osborne
warmly, whereupon Mr.. Ardmore, at a
glance from his coadjutor, waxed
righteously indignant.
tits one thing, sir, for you to ride
in here as sightseer, but quite an
other for you to come representing an
Iunfriendly state You will D|ease