Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1909-01-19

She seemed to have collapsed in
her corner. Against the drak up
holstery her hair shone like pale gold
in the half-light; her eyes were closed
and she held handkerchief TO her
lips; the other hand lay limp.
Miss Calendar"
She started, and something bulky
fell from the seat and thunlped
heavily on the floor Kirllwood bent to
pick it up, and so for the first time
was made aware that she had brought
with her a small black gladstone bag
Of considerable weight AS he placed
it on the forward seat their eyes met.
y didn't know" he began.
1T was to get that she fastened TO
explain. that my father sent me y
Yes" he assented in a tone iudi-
eating his complete comprehension.
Il trust X. F." he added vaguely,
and neglected to complete the obser-
yaton losing himself in a maze of
conjecture not wholly agreeable. This
was a new phase of the adventure.
He eyed the bag uneasily. What did
it contain? How did he know ;?
! Hastily he abandoned that line of
thought. Fte had no right 10 infer any
| thing whatever, who had thrust him
| self uninvited into her concerns--1111-
invited, that was to say. in the second
instance. having been once definitely
given his congo. Inevitably. however.
thousand unanswerahle questions
pestered him: lust as, at each fresh
facet Of mystery disclosed by The Sc
quence of the adventure, his bewilder-
ment deepened
The girl stirred restlessly. Il have
been thinking" she volunteered in a
troubled tone, that there is absolute
ly no way know Of to thank you
! properly
at is enough if I've been useful he
rose in gallantry TO the emergency.
That" she commented. was very
prettily said But then ] have never
| known any one more kind and cour-
I teous and--and considerate, than
/ you" There was no SAVIOR of f1attery
I in the simple and direct statement: in
deed. she was looking away from him.
| out of the window, and her face was
serious with thought: she seemed to
/ be speaking of, rather than to, Kirk
! wood And have been wondering,
: Si!N 'cllLllt'tSi Will uiotlCA'Uo Se''1-
dor. what you must be think of
me"
Il? -. What should l think of
YOU. Miss Calendar"
With the air Of a weary child she
laid her head against the cushions
| again, face to him. and watched him
through lowered lashes, unsmiling.
"You might be thinking that an ex
PLANTATION is due you. EEeu the way
We We're brought TO gether was ex
traordinary, Mr. I<irkwood You must
he very generous, as generous as you
! have shown yourself brave, not TO re
\ quire some sort of an explanation OF
I me-
Il don't see il that way.'
Il do. You have made me
like you very much, Mr.. kirkwood'
He shot her a coveret glance
causeessly. for her naivete was flaw
less. With a feeling of some slight
awe he understood this-a sensation
of sincere reverence for the unspoiled
candid. child's heart and mind thai
were hers. I'm glad he sale
simply: very glad. if that's the case
and presupposing | deserve it. Per
sonally.' he laughed, 50 seem to my
self to have been rather forward
mo: only kind and a gentleman
"But~please!" he protested
"Oh. but | mean it, every word
Why shouldn't I? In a little while
ten minutes, half an hour, we shall
have seen the last of each other VIII,
should I not tell you how apprec
late all that you have unselfishl.
done for me?'
If you put it that way-I'm SUR
l don't know; beyond that it EN-
harnesses me horribly to have yo'
oyerestimate me SO. If any courag
has been shown this night, it is yours
-. But I'm forgetting again" H
thought 10 divert her. Where shall
tell the cabby 10 go this time, Mis-
Calendar"
Craven street. please said tn
girl, and added a house number
; am to meet my father there, wit
} this. Indicating the gladstone bag.
} Kirkwood thrust head and shoulder
+ out the window and instructed tn
cabby accordingly; but his ruse ha