Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1911-09-07
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to meet him, her eyes dark splendor
in her white face, her hands out
stretched.
mot like this!" she painted. Not
without seeing me! oh, might have
guessed -
His vivid color and animation re.
turned as he caught her to him, heed.
less Of witnesses.
"You dare? Ny dear. my dear, not
even a question? There is no one like
you. Say, shall take you now or
send Dick for you after the racer"
Mr.. Ffrench exclaimed some inartf-
culate words, but neither heard him.
"send Dick" Emily answered. her
eyes on the gray eyes above her.
Send Dick-1 understand, will
come"
He kissed her once, then she drew
back and he went down the terraces
toward the gates. AS Emily sank
down on the bench by the pavilion
door, Bailey brushed past her, running
after the straight, 1.-THE figure that
went steadily on out Of sight among
the huge trees planted and tended by
five generations of Ffrenches.
When the vistas Of the park were
empty, Emily slowly turned to face
her uncle.
you love David Ffrench?" he
asked, his voice thin and harsh.
YES" she answered. She had no
need to ask II Lestrange were meant.
HE is married to some woman of
the music-halls"
NO"
How do you know? He has told
your
She lifted to him the superb conf
dence of her glance, although nervous
tremors shook her in wavelike sue
cession.
IF he. had been married, he would
not have made me care for him. He
has asked me to be his wife"
They were equally strange to each
other in these new characters, and
equally spent by emotion. Neither
moving. they sat opposite each other
In silence So Bailey found them when
he came back later, to take his mas
sive stand in the doorway, his hands
in his pockets and his strong jaw set.
81 think that things are kind Of
mixed up here, Mr. French" he stated
grimlY. IT guess I'm the one to
straighten them out bit; I've loved
Mr.. David from the time he was q
kid and never saw him get square
d cal yet. You asked him what he was
doing here--Ill tell you: he is Lee
strange"
There is a degree of amazement
which precludes speech; Mr.. French
looked back at his partner, mute.
''He is Lestrange. He never meant
you to know; he'd have left without
your ever knowing, but for Miss
Emily guess don't need to remind
you of what he's done: II 1t hadn't
been for him we might have, closed
our doors some day. He understands
the business as none Of us back-nuni-
Der. old-fashioned ones do; he took
hold and shook some life into 1t. We
can make cars, but he can make peo-
pie buy them. Advertising Why.
just that fool picture he drew on the
back Of q pad, one day. of a row OF
thermometers up to one hundred forty,
with the sign 'Mercuries are at the
ton. made more people notice"
always making people notice, and
laughing while he did 1t. He's risked
his neck on, every course going, to
bring our cars in first, he's lent his
fame as a racing driver to help us
along. And now everything is fixed
the way we want, he's thrown out.
What did he do it for? He thought
he needed to square accounts with
vow. for being born. suppose; so
when he heard how things we're going
with us he came to me and offered his
help. At least. that's what he said.
believe he came because he couldn't
bear to see the place go under"
There was a skein Of blue silk
swinging over the edge Of the table.
Mr., French picked it UP and replaced
It in Ernily's work-basket before re-
plying.
sIf this remarkable story is true, =
he began, accurately precise In accent.
.'You don't need me to tell you 1t
is retorted Bailey. you know what
my new managers been doing; why,
you disliked him without seeing him,
but you had to admit his good work.
And I heard you talking about his al
]owance. Mr.. French. He never
touched it. not from the first; 1t piled
up for six years. Last April, when
we needed cash in hurry. he drew
il out and gave it to me to buy alumni
nun. When he left here first he drove
a taxicab in New York City until he got
into racing work and made Darling
Lestrange famous all over the conti-
nent. | guess 1t went pretty hard for
a while; if he'd been the things you
called him, he'd have gone to the
devil alone in New York. But, he
didn't
An oriole darted in one arcade and
out again with musical whir of
wings. The clink Of glass and silver
sounded from the house windows with
a pleasant cheeriness and suggestion
OF comfort and plenty !.
HE made good" Bailey concluded
thoughtfully. "But 1t sounded queer
to me to hear you tell him you didn't
want him around because Mr.. Dick
took his place. know, and Miss
Emily knows, that Dick French was
no use on earth for any place until Mr..
David took him in hand and made him
a. ~ 1lya Thot,a all guess that