Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1911-12-16

with Sud00n promise, Un1Old0u lcSelE
The deep sense Of recovered hope
stirred within him. He knew there
must come q day when he would dare
to speak Of his love, and she would
listen 4
cts bestswe should land at Bates
place-wei can get teams there he
went on to explain. And. Betty, wher-
ever we go we'll 60 together, dear.
Cavendish doesn't look as if he had
any very urgent business OF his own.
and reckon the same is true Of
Yancy, SO am going to keep them
with US. There are some points to be
cleared up when we reach Belle Plain
some folks who'll have lot to ex.
plain or else quit this part of the
state! And intend to see that you
are not left alone until until 1 have
the right to take care OF you for good
and 'all-that's what you want me to
do one Of these days, isn't It, darling?''
and his eyes, glowing and infinitely
tender, dwelt on the upturned face.
But Betty shrank from him In In
voluntary agitation. T.
oh. not now. Bruce not now-wo
mustn't speak Of that rs wrong it's
wicked-you mustn't make me forget
him" she cried brokenly, In protest. a
"Forgive me, Betty I'll not speak Of
1t again" he said. ,as, }'i 4. ~, ,.ss
.tWait. Bruce. and some time oh,
don't make me say IT, she gasped, Tor
| shall hate myself" for In HIS, pres
ence she was feeling the horror OF her
past experience grow strangely re.
mote, only the dull ache Of Ter mem.
cries remained, and to these she chung. \
They were silent for a moment, then
Cafrington said: ~ i4Si.'i
After I'm sure you'll be safe. here
perhaps I'll 90 south into the Choctaws
Purchase. rye been thinking OF that
recently; but I'll find my way back,
here don't misund erstand me I'll
not come too soon for even you, Betty.
loved Norton. He was one Of my best
friends, too, he continued gently. But
you know-and / know-de dear, the day
Will come when no matter where you
are / shall find you again find YOU
and not lose you! 3s
Betty made no answer in words, but
a soft and eloquent little hand was
slipped into his and allowed to rest
there. ~
Presently a light wind stirred the
dead tense atmosphere, the. mist lifted
and enveloped the shore. showing
them the river between piled-up
masses OF vapor. Apparently It ran for
their raft alone. 1t was just twenty.
four hours since Darlington had
looked upon such another night, but
this was different world the gray fog
was unmasking-a world OF hopes, and
dreams. and rich content. Then the
thought Of Norton-poor Norton-who
had had his world, too, OF hopes and
dreams and rich content
The calm Of a highly domestic OK
istence had resumed its interrupted
sway on the raft. Mr.. Cavendish, Assoc
ciated In Betty's memory with certain
ear splitting manifestations Of fero-.
cious rage, became in the bosom OF his
family low-voiced and genial and hope
lessly impotent to deal with his five
small sons; while Yancy was again
the Bob Yancy Of Scratch Hill,
violence Of any sort apparently had no
place in his nature. He was deeply alb
sorbed in Hannibal's account Of those
vicissitudes which had befallen him
during their separation. They were
now seated before cheerful fire that
blazed on the hearth. the boy very
close to Yancy with one hand clasped
~ lHo oGldlcH ILlcI ., WHH0 ABOUT
them were ranged the six small Cav
endishes sedateiy sharing In the re-
union of uncle and nevvy, toward
which they felt they. had honorably la
bored.
"And you want dead, Uncle Bob?"
said Hannibal with deep breath,
viewing Yancy Enthusiastically In the
flesh.
Never once been floating peace
fully along with these here titled
friends Of mine; but was some
fanxious about you, SON.
Ito Be Continued) s