Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1910-11-24

pered In a window lattice, charge
up San Juan hill. Are you on--sal-
airy twenty-five per week till the drug
clerk fades
Twenty-Five per- laughed Hume
in amazement, "to court q girl?"
Moneys no object, Mr.. Hume;
want the work done wouldn't
quarrel about a lawyers fee when he
writes my will. This is like that.
Yonder comes our. car. We can't talk
this inside. Is 1t a go?''
Sure thing"
The two men boarded the car and
were flying on their way to Mana
yunk. They sat side by side, and Mr..
Boveril handed the blue coat a dime,
lifting two fingers. It takes some
thing like three-quarters of an hour
to ride from the heart of Philadelphia
to Manayunk. Hume could not for
bear smiling at this whimsical ad-
venture upon which he was engaged
Suddenly a thought struck him. He
leaned over to the hectic ear OF his
companion.
"Suppore should suppose = ~
Mr.. Boveril turned and gave him a
steady look. I'D get somebody to
head you on.
"She must be young"
TOO young to marry"
What age?"
Eighteen"
The car fed on up past Paramount
park. There was full moon In the
sky that Wove pale filtering, of light
over the massed trees As they
passed the. Wissahickon the trembling
waters at the dam cleaned white and
managed to send note of it's bari
tone into the rafting car
"a fine night for IT, suggested
Hume, his heart warming to his task
Mr.. Boveril nodded, pulled out q
fat gold watch. Nearly eleven. That's
not very late. You might borrow a
guitar from somewhere I'll listen
to you little bit to see how you
perform After tonight let me know
when you're coming around to sing,
and I'll stay away at the club. I'm
not much on music
"Sure," replied Hume easily; meth
er am l. used to sing in my board
ing house until the gentleman below
came up one night and offered to
throw me out. You understand, he
Just took fancy to do something for
me, just as you did. stopped. how
ever not wanting to put him to any
trouble" q.
Mr.. Boveril smiled. 1--WE get of at
the next corner" he said.
The Boveril mansion was located
on hillside in Manayunk over to-
ward Roxborough. It stood white
and stately in the soft light on a ter
raced lawn, up which clambered many
flights Of marble steps. Hume caught
a breath Of admiration at the pile,
which was not wasted on the owner
IT'S pretty, isn't it," he said, "and
to think that wasted on drug clerk
she's my only child" The old fell
lows voice shook a little II wish I
could buy her hale dozen drug
clerks until she got tired Of 'eml.
. AS they walked through the streets
LOT the surburb Hume visited many Of
the despised drug stores until he shit
upon guitar that could be had.
Armed with this the two plotters APP
preached the mansion.
When they had climbed the third
terrace Mr.. Boveril took seat on an
iron settee, and looked at the summer
moon while his accomplice stole
around to the designated window for
his work.
Presently Mr.. Boveril heard thrum
of chords and then a rather pleasant
tenor voice singing Cuddle Up q
Little Closer" an air then running in
a popular musical comedy.
q what a night murmured Mr..
Boveril, "and his voice isn't bad,
though it seems to me I've heard it
before somewhere"
Within the heavy window frame a
girls head appeared with the first
notes, "Oh, Cranleigh," she whispered,
"you must 60 away, darling. I'm
expecting Pop home any minute"
But Cranleigh's arms were about
her shoulders. Hes already here,
down on the third terrace, listening
to me sing"
what, stanleigh," she whispered
in establishment. How did you get
away from the drug store?''
Stanleigh explained, struck his
guitar again, and once more Mr..
Boveril heard the lit, "Cuddle up a
little closer, lovey mine, lovey nine"
This time it was in duet, and Mr..
Boveril wondered. ..s