Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1911-02-28
couldn't see out Of doors. And it's
nretty view on there"

couldn't see out OF doors. AND us
pretty view OF there"
It was j. pretty view. The little
house was on the crest Of q hill and
the ground sloped away from their
back yard. Across 4 valley Of greenery,
for the many trees were now In their
.brayest panoply, doomed the red-brick
automobile farctory, In the ONCE Of
which Tom earned his comfortable
salary. {, Il
II think the view IL horrid," re.
Piled Mildred Surprisingly, "and
don't want to be- looking at that ugly
old factory all the time. That's the
reason I'd like high window. !" !.
.''It may be ugly, hut its the place
that is going to support U.s." Tom
spoke quietly, but he shut his lips
into straight line In . peculiar way
he had. Mildred knew she had dis.
pleased him, and that he was now
arraySd against the buHet window.
She answered emphatically. Uncle
Bob's kindly efforts could neither
stop nor turn aside the discussion
that followed. Their visit to the Nttfe
house was cut short, and they walked
home IN constrained silence.
After uncle Bob had taken his de-
parture Mildred unwisely reopened
the subject of the window. What che
had said about the factory ranked,
though Tom tried to be fair. He was
hurt, and showed It. Mildred grew
unreasonable and then angry. The
discussion wandered away from the
window to other fields and grew ever
more, bitter till Tom found himself
out in the street, homeward bound.
with his ring in his pocket ana q
throbbing pain in his heart. "a
, The next day he would have tried
to patch up their difficulties. But
when he went to the Moore home It
was to discover that Mildred had al
ready gone to visit.e married sister q
hundred miles away. SO Tom shut
his teeth and vowed she could Stay
there until she became more sensible
about the window. He could not bear
to 20 to Uncle Bob, so he wrote let
ter. explaining that the, engagement
was broken, and that the house need
not be finished
Two months dragged by, and Tom
had never known such long. dull,
cheerless days, though other folks
thought It was a pleasant summer.
He avoided the vicinity Of the little
house; food had no SAVIOR, and he did
not sleep well. Mildred's face was
constantly before his eyes.
AT last he hunted up Uncle Bob. II
can't stand II any longer" he said !;
I'm going to Mildred and tell her
she can have her own way about
everything ifs she'll only marry me.
So finish the house"
1.-THE house is finished" said Uncle
Bob.
What kind Of window in the
dining room?"
"A long one" +,
'But I've changed my mind. want
a buffet window there"
Uncle Bob's jaw snapped. II don't
care. Mi'dred's spoiled and I've helped
to spoil her.5It's time she was curbed. :
I, The sorely tried Tom grew naughty.
you'll nut a BUFFET window there, or
we won't live in that, house,
They stood glaring, at each other,
"A messenger relieved the strained sit
uation by putting a telegram into
Toms hands. He tore It open and rea1
aloud its contents.
Dear Tom it. said. in fine disre,
gard Of expense and the etiquette OF
telegram writing: Il was hateful and
selfish about that window. j love the
view. Of the factory. Have Uncle Bob
put a long window in the dining
room for my sake. Can you come
over here for Sunday? Mildred"
/, It was Monday afternoon. Tom
crunched Uncle Bobs hand in both Of
his and rushed away. There was a
train in half an hour
Uncle Bob looked after him humor.
ously. Hateful and selfish: love
the view; long window, he quoted,
ooh well; that settles It. Briggs" he,
said to man who had come UP from,
across the street, ''go and get your
tools, I've got little Job for you.
l want you to change window in that
house built next to Simmons's.''