Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1911-08-29

ton. The men watched and listened
intently; they themselves no common
laborers, but the intelligent workmen
who were to carry out the Ideas here
set forth. Wherever Lestrage had
been. he was coatless and the sleeves
OF his outing shirt were rolled back,
leaving bare the arms whose smooth
symmetry revealed little Of the rae.
ing drivers strength; his thick brown
hair was rumpled into boyish waves
and across his forehead fine black
streak wrote Of recent personal en-
counter with things practical.
"OhW exclaimed Emily family. And,
after q moment, CLOSE the curtain,
please"
None Of the group in the next room
had noticed the movement Of the
shade, absorbed In one another; any
sound being muffled by the throb OF
adjacent machinery. Bailey obeyed
the request, and leaned back In his
chair.
That's Darling Lestrange." he stat
ed with satisfaction. That's his own
design for an oiling system he's busy
with, and it's beauty. He's entered
for every big race coming this sea-
son, starting next week in Georgia,
and meantime he oversees every de-
partment in every building as 1t never
was done before. The man for me,
he is."
Emily made an unenthusiastic sign
of agreement
II meant very different, men from
Mr.. Lestrange," she replied, her dig
nifty altogether French. Il have no
k1,oS ~ To- oil co hJNf 7
was thinking of another class. meant
well, meant a gentleman"
"On, you meant q gentleman" re-
piled Bailey, surveying her oddly. II
didn't know, you see. No; don't
know any one like that"
THANK you. Then I will 60. L
it does not matter"
She did not go, however, but ne
manned leaning on the arm of her
chair in troubled reverie, her long
lashes lowered Bailey sat rs quiet
ly. watching her and waiting.
The murmur OF voices came DULY
through the closed door, one, lighter
and clearer in tone, most frequently
rising above the roar pervading the
whole building. 1t was not possible
that Emily's glimpse Of Lestrange OF
across the glass should identify him
absolutely with the man she had seen
once in the Pickering lights and shad.
ows on the Long Island road; but he
was not of a type easily forgotten, and
she had been awakened to doubling
recognition.
Now, many little circumstances re.
Cured to her; a strangeness in Dick
manner when the new manager was
alluded to, the fact that her rescuer on
that October night had been driving q
racing car and had worn racing cos
tune; and lastly, when Bailey spoke
of Darling" Lestrange there had flash
ed across her mind the machinist's RI
diculous answer to the request to aid
her chauffeur In changing tire: 'I'll
do 1t for you, Darling" And listen.
ing to that dominant voice in the next
room, she slowly grew crimson before
a vision OF herself in the middle OF q
country road, appealing to a stranger
| for succor, like the heroine of melo
dramatic fiction. Decidedly, sh.
would never see Lestrange, never LEI
him discover Miss Ffrench.
| II will CO." she reiterated, rising
impetuously.
The glass set door opened with un
| warning abruptness.
"I'll see Mr.. Bailey" declared some
one. He'll know
Helpless, Emily stood still, anG
straightway found herself looking d.
rectly into I4estrange's gray eyes as he
halted on the threshold.
It was Bailey who upheld the mo-
ment, all unconsciously.
Come in," he invited heartily. miss
Ffrench, this is our manager, Mr.
Lestrange; the man who's going tc
double our sales this year.
Emily moved, then Strengthened her
self proudly, lifting her small head
felt; the call was to courage, not
flight
II think have already met Mr.
Lestrange," she said composedlys y
am pleased to meet him again.
MET himH cried Bailey. MET
him? Why"
Neither needed him. A cleaning
surprise and warmth lit Lestrange's
always brilliant face.
THANK YOU" he answered her
"You are more than good to recall me
Miss French. I owe an apology for
breaking in this way, but fanced Mr.
Bailey alone-and he spoils me-"
ut is nothing; I was about to co.
She turned to give Bailey her hand
smiling involuntarily in her relief
With glance, an infection, Lestrange
had stripped their former meeting Of
its embarrassment and unconvention
atty, how, she neither analysed nor
| cared.
Good morning" said Bailey. "Shall
| I take you through, Or"
But Lestrange was already holding
open the door, with bright uncon
Germ as to his workmanlike costume
which impressed Emily pleasantly
She wondered if Dick would have
borne the situation as we'll, in the i'm
possible event Of his being found at
work.
The two walked together down ar
aisle OF the huge, neutrality-suspicious.
room, the grimy men lifting their
heads to gaze after Emily as she
passed. Once Lestrange paused tt
speak to man who sat, notebook and
pencil iii hand, beside another who
manipulated under a grinding whee
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