Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1910-09-06

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"Me savvy' said Constantine short
", then strobe on beside the girl.
me think all the time Mr.. Emerson
goin' to marry YOU"
Cherry gasped. mo. no! Why. he is
In love with Miss Wayland."
"S'pose hetdon' marry herr"
Then Mr. Marsh will get her.
dare say"
After moment Constantine an
nounced, with conviction: Il guess Mr..
Marsh is damn bad man."
I'm glad you have discovered that.
He has even tried to kill M. Emerson;
that shows the sort Of man he is.
TITS good thing-get marry!" said
Constantine, vaguely. "The Father
say II woman don't marry she 60 TO
hell"
.I'd hate to think that" laughed the
girl.
"That is true" the other affirmed.
stoutly. "The pries' he say so, and
prizes don lie. He say man takes Q
woman and don't get marry, they both
go to hell and burn forever. Bime'by
little baby come. and he go to hell.
too"
ooh, / understand! The Father
wants to make sure Of his people, and
he is quite right. You natives haven't
observed the law very carefully.
HE say Indian woman stop with
white man, she never see Jesus House
no more She go to hell sure, and baby
go too. You s'pose that's true?
IT dare say 1t Is, in way"
"By God! That's tough on little
baby!" exclaimed Constantine. fer
vently.
: All that night Boyd stayed at his
post. while the cavernOus building
shuddered and Kissed to the straining
toll Of the machines and the gasping
breath Of the furnaces. AS the dark
ness gathered, he had gone out upon
the dock to look regretfully toward
the twinkling lights on The Grande
Dame, then turned doggedly back to
his labors. Another load had just ar.
rived from the trap; already the plant,
untried by the stress Of steady run.
was clogged and working far below
capacity. He would have sent Mildred
word. but he had not single man to
spare,
At ten o'clock the next morning he
staggered into his quarters, more dead
than alive. In his heart was a great
thankfulness that Big George had not
found him wanting. The last defective
machinery was mended, the last weak
ness strengthened, and the plant had
reached It's fullest stride. The fish
might come now in any quantity; the
rest was but matter of coal and iron
and human endurance. Meanwhile he
would sleep.
He met "Fingerless" Fraser emery
ling. decked royalty in all the splendor
Of new clothes and spotless linen.
where are you going?" Boyd asked
him.
"I'm going out into society"
clyde is taking you to the yacht,
eh?"
"No! He's afraid of my work, so I'm
going out on my own. He told me oil
about the swell quilts at Marsh's place.
So thought I'd lam up there and look
them over. I may cop an heiress." He
winked wisely. 1T see one that looks
gentle. I'm liable to grab up some
bride. He says there amt one that's
got less than couple OF millions IN
her kick"
Boyd was too weary to do more than
wish him success, but 1t seemed that
fortune favored Fraser, for before he
had gone far he saw young woman
seated in patch Of wild flowers,
plucking the blooms with careless
hand while she drank In the beauty OF
the bright Arctic morning. She was
simply dressed, yet looked SO prosper
GUS that Fraser instantly decided:
THAT'S her! I'll spread my checks
with this one
"Good morning." he began.
The girl gave him an Indifferent
glance from two fearless eyes and
nodded slightly. But "Fingerless" Fra
ser upon occasion could summon a
smile that was peculiarly engaging. He
did SO now, seating himself, hat In
hand. with the words:
"If Won don't mind, I'll rest a min
ute. I'm out for my morning walk. It's
a nice day, isn't it?' AS she did not
answer, he ran on, glibly: "My name
is De Benville-I'm one Of the New
Orleans branch That's my cannery
down yonder." He pointed in the direc-
ton from which he had just come.
| .Tndeed!" said the young lady.
Eyes. It's mine"
A wrinkle gathered at the corners
Of the strangers eyes; her face showed
a flicker of amusement
II thought that was Mr.. Emerson's
cannery,' she said.
ooh, the idea! He only runs It for
me. put up the money. You know
him, eh?"
The girl nodded. Eyes; l know Mr..
Clyde also"
"Who-Alton?" he queried, with re-
assuring warmth. "Why, you and ]
have got mutual friends. Alton and me
is pals" He shook his head solemnly.
"Aain't he a scourge?''
IT beg your pardon"
Il say, amt he an awful thing? He
amt anything like Emerson. There's q
ring-tailed swallow, all right, all
right! like him.
care you very intimate with him:
"Am 1? I'm closer to him than 4
porous plaster. When Boyd amt
around, I'm him, that's ALL" From her
look, Fraser judged that he was pro-
crossing finely. He fastened to add:
Il always like to help out young fell
lows like him. l like to give 'em q
chance That's my name, you know,
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