Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1910-11-24
THE EVENING STORY.
HER HIRED sUIToR.
BY e. s. Striblina.

airy '-eSS.)
Cranleigh Hume swung himself
into the l-anayunk car, thrust his
thumb and forefnger into his waist
coat pocket after the small change he
Usually kept there, and found moth
ing.
'Hurrup!" gTowled the conductor
glancing at the waiting line behind
the trim young fellow. The boy i
fingers rummaged nervOusly thr GiGf
other pockets.
All, here" snarled the bluecoat
trying to beat your way for a few
blocks! He jerkea the bell violent.
ly for stop.
II have nothing but this BILL
Hume thrust into an inside pocket
and drew forth twenty dollar note.
The car came to a grumbliLg stop.
The conductor was angry. mo, you
don't. You knew 1 can't change a
double x. Don't have to. Get off"
The young fellow hesitated, flush
crept up his face into his closely
clip ID hair. Two or three /passen-
gers were smiling at his dilemma.
He turned on his heel and stepped
into the night.
At the same moment fat. white.
haired, red-faced old gentleman
stepped from the crowd on the car
platform. The car rushed away with
It's usual ascending whine. Gran
leigh found himself and companion
dropped in the midst Of a row OF
dwellings of incorporating re-
spectability.
The young man stood for a mo-
ment under an arc light, wondering
vaguely into which house the old
gentleman would turn when, to his
surprise, he spoke.
Pretty rotten company, that. !"
Rather" returned Hume cautiously
loking up and dow j the street
for the light of a drug store where
he could get his bill changed.
s'Don't bother" said the old man:
II have some small change. Wenl
60 out Manayunk way together"
Hume glanced suspiciously for a
moment, but the broad comfortable
face and prosperous clithes were re-
assuring. Then why did you get
off 2"
The old gentleman nodded en-
Because you did. Bow
eril's my name. Eiziver Boveril.
owner OF the Boveril cotton mills of
Manayunk. You may have heard Of
me-
Hume coughed apologetically.
"You will excuse me, Mr.. Boveril,
but Manayunk has so many million
aires that er-Hume is my name, a
man myself"
Good. size man up quickly.
Mr.. Hume, that's the reason I'm now
where am. W; Mt to employ
you"
.'But i have a profession"
"This is an odd job. in way.
Won't take up your professional time.
| have q daughter. Mr.. Hume-you
don't know what daughter Is, Mr..
Hume The old gentleman's bust.
ness-like tone trailed off into sigh.
I've seen them" remarked the
young man.
ooh, mean to own one, bring her
up, let her get to the fool stage and
run you crazy"
Il don't know what that is,' adj
mitted Hume.
well, my daughter Belle thinks
she's in love with a drug clerk in
Roxborough. It's ridiculous. i asked
her what she admired about him any
way. She said she thought it was the
daredevil way he slung her sodas.
She's so Young. / told her tshe
couldn't marry him. She said she
would. I've had her mother and
aunt tell her she shouldn't, but
believe she will Then, hit on my
scheme, and there's where you come
IN
Hume looked at the old fellows
flushed face under the arc light, after
this burst Of confidence.
What am to do
well, when she told me a soda
singer looked daredevil decided
right then to fight daredevil with
fire. looked you over. I like your
cut and twill, Mr.. Hume. / want you
10 pitch in now and make that drug
clerk as dead an issue as free silver
or abolition. Can you sing play a
yuitar?"
"A little BIT
"An right, fancy if drawing sodas
ooks daredevil, q guitar and a moon
light song ought to be a regular wild
vest show, and few words whis-