Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1910-11-15

Of it, Murray continued. 1T is mt ant
meet that / should have come bach
shorn-of my heart"
''Who adopted it over again? 1t al
ready had nine fairy godmothers, mo-
to name seven sisters" Skerry re
marked.
Murray smiled. Some one wholly
unhackneyed," he said. Somebody
stalled in buzz-wagon. ten miles from
gasoline, with only her dog for com
pany. while the chauffeur splashed and
swore his way to the nearest farm
house phone She was dry and lonely
/ was damp and adventurous. Inside
five minutes we had struck up mutual
acuuaintances enough to serve us both
Introduction and chaperon. OF course
we talked after that-had to talk OF
something. She, it appears, had read
some rotten verse Of mine in the Grim.
son."
"She's Harvard mani begin to
understand" Brown interpolated.
Murray shook his head promptly and
ran on: "No-but her sweetheart is
she told me all about him while we
were getting acquainted. Bert Liscom
is the happy man-you know how !
dote on Bert"
Like pizen," Campbell murmured.
Skerry said sagely in stage aside. i
don't wonder you wrote verses to the
buzz wagon. I'd have libeled the comet
in rhyme with just half your provoca-
ton"
Glad you understand" Murray flung
back iairily. But children, If you keep
the preacher this sermon
won't get anywhere. The Damsel In
Distress deplores things up to date
they give poesy no chance. At least in
her judgment-toldh her she was wrong
it by making an auto-limerick
on the spot, and later getting of full
grown copy Of verses. Had them typed
in the town where she dropped me
wrote them there while waited for
the train down. She has the original
it's a mere base carbon imitation that
Newt Graham is threatening to
read
He'd better-else we'll be threaten
ing him with worse Campbell said.
Sherry finished an elaborate pigeon
wing, and kicked the logs on the camp
fire. .'The man that reads buzz-wagon
verse to me. does it over my dead
body" he announced. But will liss
ten favorably to this much more-why
our amiable and inimitable friend Dor
set Murray chose to mask himself be.
hind the name of Bildad?"
II won't tell-not If you hang me, "
Murray said jauntily. The others
laughed Skerry made feint OF knot
ting two handkerchiefs into a moose.
All hands had heard the verses
Grahm had purloined them and read
them in Murray's fishing time. Murray
had been class-poet, no less stroke-oar,
so it was with Joy indeed to rag him
upon this camping trip, which was the
good ending Of long comradeship.
The camp was pitched in good green.
wood, upon a hillside so adorably syl-
van it was hard to believe that hard
white highway ran less than two hun
dred yards below it, Now, through the
waning sunset, came the burr of a
at once it checked. In the
silence they caught girls clear treble
crying distressfully:
"Bildad! Oh you darling! Come back
don't leave your Elsie"
Murray flushed through his tan as he
felt the eyes Of the Others fxed mean
ingly upon him.
Before he could speak there was a
rushing scamper, joyous whine-then
a red Gordon setter burst up through
the footpath and ran barking and ca.
pering straight to Murray.
Every man knew the dog-kneW
him for Murray's lost pet, Lord Chum-
ley.
AS he precipitated himself upon his
master, licking his face, dancing about
his knees, Skerry murmured thought
fully:
II begin to see a great light. She
nodding toward the road-dares to
call him Bildad! It's case of love my
dog, love me-"
''Shut up, you fellows. She must
never know Murray began eagerly.
esInoo 10 'ool 'emsu eql los-m!q eIols
sam puB-souo lg IeIpunoos aQl NOUN |
"She got the dog from the tramp who
Wild to get him back-that's why |
ventured scatter I'd seen her eyes.
had change OF heart"
Dear boy, We understand! Any OF
us would have had the same" Brown
said, laying hand on Murray's shout.
der.
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