Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1911-08-31

dimpling smile cleaned out, "you
once put tire on for me. you know.
Please let me return the service
Rupert's black eyes opened, slow
grin OF appreciation crinkled streaks.
of dust and oil as he surveyed the
young girl.
"Ill put tires on every wheel you
run into control, day and night Shifts
he acknowledged with sweet cordial.
ity but I'm no horse-chauffeur,
thanks; uess I'll walk"
Hes gentle pony" she remon-
strated. amy one can drive HIM"
He turned a side glance toward the
motionless car.
That's all right, but I'm used to
being killed other ways. It'll be 20.
ing"
Jack Rupert, do you mean to tell
me that you will race with Lestrange
every season. and yet you're afraid
to drive a fat cob?" cried the de.
lighted Dick.
.I'm not telling anything. i had a
chum who was pitched out by a
horse he lost control Of, and broke
his neck. I'm taking no chances"
How many men have you seen
break their necks out OF autos ?''
That's In business" announced Ru-
pert succinctly. I'm going on, Darling:
it's only two mile run
Here, watt Dick urged. Emily,
It'll stroll around to the stables with
him and make one of the men drive
him down. You don't mind my leav-
ing you?"
NO" Emily answered. 'I'll wait
for you
She might have walked back alone,
If she had chosen But instead she sat I
down on a boulder near the hedge,
folding her hands In her lap like a
demure child. The house was 80 dull.
SO hopelessly monotonous contrasted
with this fresh, wind tossed outdoors
and Lestrange in his vigor Of life and
glamour of ultra modern adventure.
| "You and Mr.. French are very
good" Lestrange said presently. II
am afraid appreciate it more than
Rupert, though"
'Is he really afraid OF horses?"
Il should not wonder; ! never tried
him. But he IL amazingly truthful"
| hOA " CD 1ACI 0CAOCO LILO 6LIlV OF
sunny road as they smiled; again
Emily felt the sudden confluence. the
falling away Of all constraint before
the direct clarity of his regard.
| "You won your race" she said ir-
relevantly. Il was glad, since you
wanted It."
THANK you," he returned with
equal simplicity. But did not want
1t that way, 30 far as i was cons
cerned."
| yet, it was the next step?"
Eyes, It was the next step.
meant that one does not care to be
victor because the leading cars were
wrecked. There is no elation In defeat
ing driver who lies out on the
course. But, as you say, it helped my
purpose. You" he hesitated for the
right phrase, you are most kind to
recall that have a purpose"
| 1t was the convent-bred Emily who
looked back at him, earnest-eyed, OK.
altedly serious
II have thought Of 1t often. Every
one else that know just lives the
way things happen-there are only a
few people who grasp things and
make them happen. That is real work;
80 many OF us are just given work we
do not want" she broke off.
ut we do not want the work, 1t II
probably not our own" said Lestrange.
Unless we have brought it on our /
selves by fault we must undo-l
need not speak OF that to you. Ono
must not make the mistake Of assum-
ing some one else's work.
He spoke gently, almost as IL with
a clairvoyant reading of her tendency
to self-immolation.
"But may not some else's fault be
given us to undo?" she asked eagerly.
MAY not their work be forced on us?"
NO" he answered.
"No?" bewildered.
II don't thing so. Each one of us
has enough with his own, at least 20
1t seems to me. Most OF us die before
we finish IT,
| Emily paused, contending with the
lonliness and doubts which impelled
her to speech, the feminine yearning
to let another decide her problems.
This Others nonchalant strength Of
decision allured her uncertainty.
| II am discouraged" she confessed.
"And tired. There is no reason why
| should not speak OF It. You know
Dick, how he can do nothing In the
factory or business. or, in the places
where French should stand. All
this must fall into the hands OF strang.
ers, to be broken and forgotten, when
my uncle dies. for lack OF some one
who would care. And Uncle Ethan
seems severe and hard. but IL grieyes
/ him all the time. His only son was not
a good man; he lives abroad with his
wife, who was an actress before he
/ married her You knew THAR" as he
moved.
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