Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1910-01-18
THE EVENING STORY
NOT HIGHLY RECOMMENDED.
BY CARL JENKINS.

Copyright, 1910, by Associated Lit
erary Press.)
And now, Arthur" said Aunt Sar-
an Livingston to her nephew, Arthur
Treadwell. who had come out from the
city to spend couple of weeks Mt
the manor house. II want to warn
You that you will be apt to meet that
Kitteridge girl while you are here"
And who is she?" was asked.
The daughter of the widow of that
name living half mile beyond here.
And does she bite?'
She might as we'll | don't want
to criticize people, but must say that
! can't bear that girl. Her name is
Eff1e. Her mother is we'll off, and
she got quite fortune from her aunt.
She thinks herself the salt of the
earth. She hes snubbed everybody
for five miles around. All the young
men are afraid of her. If you happen
to meet she will be sure to snub you,
for she says pick out hats altogether
too young for me
is this dragon fair to loo,-- upon?"
Yes, will do her justice to say
that she is. That's one reason why
she's stuck up. | should hate to have
her snub YOU. You's got just as good
blood rs she has, or better, and some
day you'll have more money. You
won't always have to toll away in the
old bank
Well he replied, 'if she doesn't
call here and we don't call there
fail to see where she will get the
chance to snub me. Ii snub comes,
hnWnunr 7 ,cf !
some way
Arthur Treadwell, although still in
his twenties, was so steady and set
tied that many considered him al
ready an old bachelor While he did
not avoid society. he mingled with it
very little, and he had yet to find a
young lady to attract him
There had been a good fall of snow
on the land, and day or two after
his arrival, the nephew had horse
and cutter out for a ride. He was ap-
preaching the village when he came
upon a cutter upset in snowdrift,
horse plunging around, and a girl
holding fast to the reins The horse
had probably SHE'D at something and
brought about the upset. Here was
a fine chance to play the gallant Mr..
Treadwell was slowing down his horse
to come to the rescue when he caught
sight of the girls face. 1t was
handsome and naughty face The
eyes were full of fire, and it took him
only an instant to repeat the name of
Miss Kitteridge to himself There
was snub certainly awaiting for
him.
Mr. Treadwell drove straight past
with hardly a look and neither a
query nor a bow. He snubbed the
snubber, and that it went home he
could tell by the swish of her whip
as she continued to punish the poor
horse.
I'm tickled to DEATH" exclaimed
Aunt Sarah when the incident was re-
lated. 1T will make her sit up and
think. One snub won't cure her,
though. She'll just ache to snub you
back. Arthur, I'm woman, but |
must say there are members Of my
sex SO alfred hoity-toity that they
don't deserve decent husbands. Be.
ware, nephew-beware!
But the nephew didn't There was
pond with one end running down to
the Kitteridge line At that point
there was a dam and a ruined old
grist-mill preserved for their antiquity.
The snow had blown off the ice, and
there was fair skating. Mr.. Tread
well sent to the village for skates and
appeared on the pond to find it in
possession of Miss Kitteridge At
least she acted as if it was all her
own, and thus awed half dozen boys
who wished to try the ice. She saw
Mr.. Treadwell when he was just fifty
rods away, and she gave her head
toss and bit her lip Let him but
speak to her Let her fall and he offer
to help her up.
Mr. Treadwell was a graceful
skater. He SLATED as some men waltz.
Not the slightest attention was paid
to the other skater He skated all
around her. forwards and backwards,
and made her own movements look
like fifteen cents. She was being
snubbed again, and she didn't mean
to put up with it. When she had suf-
fered for twenty minutes she sudden
ly fell fiat on the ice as Mr. Treadwell
was coming up behind He swerved
and passed her, and she scrambled
up ana went nome.
On the way home she called him
names to herself, but the consolation
was not all that could be hoped for.
However. she did not go to sleep that
night until she found out who he was
and muttered to herself:
"If he only stays down here long
enough I'll take him down a peg or
two or perish in the attempt"
Two days later she had chance to
try the peg business. The horse
she had punished for the upset was
her own, and was accounted very
speedy. She was also rated good
driver. She had driven into the vii
lage to do some shopping; Mr. Tread
well had driven in for mail. He had
started for home first. and was Jog
ging along when he heard bells be-
hind him, and looked over his shout
der to find that Kitteridge girl coming
up. He gave her half of the road and
she put on the whip to sail past. It
was nip and tuck for few rods, and
then alas, she was left behind to take
the flying snow. She tried it again
and again. but with the same result
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