Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1911-09-02
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Copyright 1910 Tie Bo66s-MsiriN Go
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q can, d repeated Lestrange. "Only,"
he openly smiled. 1T will be hard on
Dickie."
It was The touch needed, the anti
dote to sentimen. Emily laughed with
him, laughed In sheer mischief and
relief andzleap Of youth.
"You viii be gentle poor Dtckie!
''Ill be gentle. He 10 coming now,
think" He took step nearer her.
"You will leave this In my care,
wholly? You will not trouble about-a
substituted"
II will leave it with you. But you
are forgetting your own doctrine: you
are taking some one else's work to
do"
Pardon, I am merely making
French do his work. have seen lit
tie more of him than you perhaps
know: understand what am under
taking. Moreover, I would forget q
great many doctrines to set you Free
"Free?" she echoed; she had the
sensation Of being suddenly con-
fronted with an epen door into the I'M
expected.
Free" he quietly asserted. Free
to live your own life and draw I'M
hampered breath, and to decide the
great question when 1t comes, with
thought only of yourself"
She drew back; q president dismay
fell sharpely across her late relief. a
panic crossed with strange delight.
"He's off," called Dick, emerging
from the park. II made Anderson
take him down with the limousine.
At least, Rupert is driving while An
derson sits alongside and holds on;
when they came to the turn in the
avenue, your precious mechanician
took it at full speed and then apollo
gized for going SO slowly because, as
he said, he was an amateur and likely
to upset. Is he really good driver.
Lestrange?"
Pretty fair" returned Lestrange
serenely. from his seat on the edge
of the ditched machine. when I'm
not using him, he's employed as one
of the factory car testers; and when
we're racing I give him the wheel If
l want to fix anything. However, I'm
obliged to that steering knuckle for
breaking here. instead of leaving me
to a long wait in the wilds. Come
down to the shop tomorrow at six,
and Rupert and I will even up by TAX
ing you for rum"
"Who; me? You're asking me?''
"Why not? It's celebrating"
Dick removed his hat and ran his
fingers through his hair, qualification
and alarm mingling in his expression
with somewhat the effect of the small
boy who is first invited into a game
with his older brothers. clique.
"You-er wouldn't smash me up?"
he hesitated.
II haven't smashed up Rupert or
Myself, SO far. II you feel timid, never
mind. of course; I'll take my usual
companion"
Dick flushed all over his plump
face. the French blood up at last.
II was only Joking he hastily ex-
planned. "Tll come. It's only that
you're so confoundedly reckless some
times. Lestrange. and-but I'll come
Lestranee gave his fine. glinting
smile as he rose to salute Emily.
"All right II you don't get down to
the factory in time, I'll call for you"
he promised.
CHAPTER v.
There was q change in the French
affairs. Tightening Of the atmos-
pkese. a vague ouickening and stir Of
healthful cheer in the days that fol-
lowed The somber master Of the
house met it in Baileys undisguised
elation and pride when they discussed
the successful business now taxing
the factorv's resources. met it yet
again in Emily's pretty gaiety and
content But most stril1ingly. was he
confronted with an alteration in
Dick.
It was only a week after their first
morning ride with Lestrange, that
Dick electrified the company at din
ner. by turning down the glass at his
plate
GIVE cut out claret, and that sort Of
thing" he announced. ''It's bad for the
nerves"
His three companions looked up in
complete establishment. It was Satur-
day night and by ancient custom
Bailey was dining at the house.
what has happened to you? Have
you been attending revival meet
ing?" the young mans uncle inquired
with sarcasm
"It's bad for the nerves." repeated
Dick. There isn't any reason why I
shouldn't like to do anything other
fellows do. Les-that is, none OF the
men who drive cars ever couch that
stuff, and look at their nerve"
Mr.. French contemplated him with
the irritation usually produced by the
display of ostentatious virtue, but
found no comment. Emily gazed at the
table, her red mouth curving In spite
of all effort at seriousness.
You're right, Mr.. Dick" said
Bailey dryly. "stick to IT.
And Dick stuck, without as much as
a single lapse. Ffrenchwood saw COM
paratively little Of him, as time Went
on, the village and factory much. He
lost some weight, and acquired q coat
of reddish tan.
Emily watched and admired In
silence. She had not seen Lestrange
again, but 1t seemed to her that his
influence overlap all the life OF both
house and factory. Sometimes this
showed so plainly that she believed
Mr.. French must see. must feel the
silent force at work. But either he
did not see or chose to ignore. And