Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1911-03-04
Governor Forbes believes that ulti-
mately the natives should be given the
control Of the island themselves.
Even;,,g Story
IDENTIFIED MRS. sLADE.
By EHie Stevens.

Literary Press.
cts father" Clara Horton an
nounced in CONSERVATION, as the
crunch. crunch Of approaching foot
steps on the grave walk below was
distinctly heard.
Then it's up to me to do the van
fishing stunt" Warren Clagett de-
clared "He simply must not find me
here after having forbidden me the
premises.
Like many another poor young
man. Warren Clagett had made bold
to love his employers daughter, with
the usual result-he had brought
down that employers wrath upon his
erring head He knew that discovery
at the present moment would be as
much as his job was worth, and he
could not afford to lose that while
he was negotiating for, and had al
most secured, higher salaried posi-
ton with the rival firm OF smith @
TulAar, for these gentlemen would
certainly have nothing more to say
to a young man who had been fireu.
And his marriage with Clara de-
pended upon his becoming independ-
ent of her father.
He was too honorable to ask the
girl to cast in her lot with his, trust
ing to the slight prospect of her
father forgiving them. But 1t is one
thing to say one must get out of the
way and another thing to do it.
The young couple was having a
stolen interview In the upper story OF
a little building In the grounds of Mr..
Horizons suburban home, the lower
story of which was nothing more or
less than an open summer house. The
upper room, which Clara, who dab
bled a trife in literature, used for q
study, was reached
only by flight Of stairs leaolng up
through q trapdoor in the floor.
It was useless for Warren to at
tempt an exit by way of the stairs un-
less he wished to run into the arms OF
his employer, so he turned his atten-
ton to the windows. The Building
was low, and he thought he should W
able to scramble from some window
to the ground. Alas! One glance re-
vealed the fact that the room con-
tanned no windows which would not
be in full view of the approaching
Mr.. Horton.
Seeing that escape was impossible,
the young man looked about him
wildly in search of spot, however
small, in which he could hide until
Mr.. Horton had taken his departure.
But IN this direction, too, his hopes
seemed futile. lie whole place
not contain so much as cupboard.
And in the way Of furnishings Clara
had affected an almost masculine
Across the blank rear
wall Of the room were rough shelves
loaded with books and papers, but the
curtains, behind which as slender q
person as Warren might have fiat
tened himself, had been omitted.
The only articles of furniture large
to have concealed any one
was the roll top desk, but unfortu-
nately this occupied the mluule of the
room. and offered no secure protec-
ton.
Warren gave Clara a look of conf
cal despair.
Guess I've got to face the music,
all right" he grinned.
But Clara's wits had been working.
She knew how much depended upon
Warren,s not being discovered there
by her father.
With niger on her lips---for Mr..
Horton could be heard ascending the
steps Of the summer house. she tip
toed to the opposite side of the room
and took down some garmens CT
her own which were hanging upon
convenient nail.
Warren did not refuse to allow
himself to be helped into the long.
loose motoring coat and close, gay
little bonnet. Goggles and a thick
veil, wrapped about the lower part OF
his lean, smooth shaven face, COM
pleted the disguise Fortunately
Warren was a slender youth while
Clara was decidedly tall for girl,
and the garments were a. fair fit.
The task was completed not a mo-
ment too soon. The conspirators had
barely seated themselves when Mr..
Borton stepped into the room
Why father, aren't you home
7arly?'' Clara asked with we'll simu-
lated unconcern.
'Oh, I had to return after some
papers I'd forgotten" Mr.. Horton
explained briskly. I'm going right
pack. Thought I'd run in for mo-
nent's chat" \
Then catching sight of the stran.
ger he added. Excuse me, didn't
know you had compan
Warren trembled lest his employer
his daughters apparel when
1e felt that gentleman's keen eyes
lxed upon him; but Mr.. Horton
proved himself as Indifferent to the
"details of feminine attire as the aver
age man.
"My friend. Mrs. Milton Slade."
Clara murmured, real.zing what
ooliteness required Of her.
Warren could have groaned in
despair. Why couldn't Clara have
given him some fictitious name in
stead Of that Of a real. though new.
OF course, he saw the
point; the real Mrs. Slade was olg-
lified, and he-er-well. he was stiff.
There the resemblance ended. What
f Mr.. Horton had seen the lady, even
.hough he had not met her? 1t was
lot at all unlikely.
But once more Warren's fears
proved groundless.
PLEASED to meet you, I'm sure"
Nr Horton declared heartily start