Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1910-08-30

take the boat?"
Certainly" said he, there's one
lying at the Dock
He led her to the shore and saw her
aboard, then waved goodbye and
walked modify back to the office, graf
fled that she should try to help him,
yet certain that she could not succeed
where he and George had failed
"Fingerless" Fraser had breakfasted
late, as was his luxurious custom, and
shortly before noon, in the course Of
his dissatisfied meanderings, he found
his friend in the office, lost in somber
thought. 1t was the first time in many
weeks that he had seen this mood in
Boyd, and after a fruitless effort to
make him talk, he fell into his old
habit of imaginary reading, droning
away to himself as If from a printed
page.
Your stay among us has not been
very pleasant, has it," Mr.. Emerson
Inquired.
"'Not so that you could notice it,"
replied our hero. I don't like fish, and
never did
THAT is the result Of prejudice;
the fish is a noble ANIMAL Mr.. Elmer
son declared.
| He's not an animal at all, our hero
4 gently corrected. He's biped, reg
ular wild biped without either love Of
home Or affection for his children. Tho
salmon Is Of low order of Intelligence
and has a Queen Anne slant to his
roof No person with retreating fore.
| head like that knows very much. The
only other member of the animal king
dom that Is as foolish as the salmon Is
Alton Clyde. The fish has got shade
the best of 1t over him; but as for
friendship and the gentler emotions
why, the salmon hasn't got them at
/ all The only thing he's got is million
eggs and a sense Of direction. If he
had a spark Of intelligence he'd lay
one egg year. like a hen, and thus
live for million years. But does he?
Not on your Sarony! He's a spend
thrift, and turns his eggs loose-a hat
full at time. He's worse than shot
gun. And then, too, he's as clannish
as Harvard graduate, and don't as
sociate with nobody out of his own set.
No. sir! Give me warm-blooded ami
, nal that suckles it's young. I'll take a
farmer every time
"'These are points had never con-
sidered,' said Mr. Emerson, but every
| business has it's drawbacks. you'll
agree. II have failed as host, what
can do to entertain you while you
grace our midst?
"'You can do most anything, re.
marked his handsome companion. You
can climb tree, or do anything ex-
cept fish all the time
But it is dark night without, and
:. fear some mischief is afoot.'
""True! But yonder beautcheous
gel"
Reused by the familiarity of these
lines, Emerson looked up from his pre-.
occupation and smiled at Fraser's ser.
ious pantomime.
"Am l as bad as all that?" he in,
/ quired. with an effort at pleasantly j
You're worse, Bo! I guess you
didn't know was here. eh?"
mo By-the-way, what about thai
beautcheous gel and the mischief tina,
is afoot? What is the rest Of thai
story?'
i II don't know. never got past that
place. Say! II had time, I'll bet
could write good book. I've got
i plenty to say"
7
"Too busy" yawned the adventures
lazily. Gee, this is a lonesome burg.
Kalvik is sure out In the tall grass
amt it? feel as If I'd like to break a
pane of glass. Let's start something
81 don't find 1t particularly dull at
the present moment" Boyd rose and
began to pace the room. @
4 ooh, i heard all about your trouble
Il = Z
/ 1.-The what?'
j "The pest-ho,lse -Clydes joint. Amt
! he calamity"
'In what way?"
as there any way in which he
ANTI"
/ "You don't like him, do your"
mo, don't declared "Fingerless'
Fraser, stoutly, "and what's more, I'm
glad l don't like him. Because, If
liked him, I'd associate with him, and
i hate him."
whats the matter?"
"Well, like silence and quietude-
i I'm fool about my quiet-but Clyde
=" he paused, as if in search for suit
able expression. "Well, whenever
i try to say anything he interrupts me.
4 After another pause he went on: Hes
dead sore on this place, too, and
whines around like litter of pups. He
1 says he was misled into coming ur
here, and has bunch he's going tc
lose his bank-roll."
Last nights episode frightened
/ him, dare say"
Eyes. Ever since he got that wallor
on the burr in Seattle a guinea pig
could lick him hand to hand. You
think that ten thou he put up was al
the wealth of the mixers"
4 "The wealth of what?"
| 'Inkers! That's a tribe of rich Mex
leans. However, I suppose I'd hang t
my coin the same way he does if
4 had a mayonnaise head like his. He's
an awful shine as business man."
$50 he's homesick, eh?"