Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1911-01-21
the glistening white statue Of time; It
seemed to thank me with its enigmati-


seemed to thank me with its enigmati-
cal mouth. .,
was moved beyond all expression,
and the doctor probably noticed It, In
spite Of all the efforts that made to
conceal my feelings But he evidently
put my emotion down to my artistic
admiration for the statuary.
81 see you admire 1t. think 1t is
beautiful piece Of work. He was very
talented
81 like the statue" said, quietly,
as sat down. you say that your
finance and her uncle are going to
leave the place always just as 1t was"
ut is their wish. And, naturally,
shall not oppose their wishes"
"You are right, William; it is q
touching attention to the dead to keep
this spot intact"
filled my eyes with the sight OF my
loved studio, which had been the scene
Of the happiest hours of my life. gave
last look at the statue OF Life. as II
stood white and glistening on It's pedes-
,tal.> Under the spell OF this mute mar
BILE, the spot seemed henceforth sacred.
The soul of the house, my dead VIE,
Gabrielle, had carried the secret OF
happiness away with her.
could not put aside the memories
that all these surroundings evoked
the wide dlvan, where ] had rested
when was tired from my work, the
portieres which hung from the stained
glass windows, the paintings In oil and
water color, gifts from friends; beauti-
full drawings, the rare books on the
shelves of my bookcase. All the books
loved were in this room-here were
the fragments Of myself!
All my treasures we're arranged just
as had left them. and a vague feel
ing came to me. that this touching at
tention Of my daughter would one
day have its reward. An inward voice
whispered to me, that one day should
come back, that should end my days
in the quietude Of my little cottage.
When we returned to the dog cart,
Mother Care, who was talking to old
Tape a TOeil, looked at us curiously.
heard her whisper to the old sol
der:
isn't that lucky thing for Made
moiselle Evelyne; who would beneve
that she would make such good
match as that. after what happened"
heard old Tape TOeil say:
What a dreadful face the old man
hast.
And we returned slowly to Saint
Mande IN time for luncheon.
It was on the afternoon of the same
day that Addison Kingsley, from whom
one might be prepared for anything
changed with one Of his great moves
all my future plans.
Little did II imagine what terrible
consequences would result from this
new move or his At first rose up
against his wishes, and then after
little reflection, the most elementary
logic forced me to rally, and like be.
ginner in game, I, poor fool, imagined
that | held the trump cards!"
1t was about O'clock in the after
noon when the millionaire arrived at
Saint Mande. He was in an unusually
gay mood. and saw at once that some
thing unforeseen was coming.
The doctor was absent, and King
sley began at once to tell me his plans.
What a fool I had been to arrange the
future to my own liking! But 1t was
the millionaire, always the millionaire,
who directed the course of events.
"My friend" he said. as soon as we
were alone in the library At 4:3O on
Friday the Touraine sails from Havre
-at 4:3O. Today is Saturday, you
have five days to get your things ready
to say good-by. Now get busy right
away, you have no time to lose"
/ refused quietly, but firmly, to go
to America with him.
"You seem to have forgotten what
told you the other day, at the Salon."
said.
He burst into one of his exasper-
ating laughs.
"Will you be good enough to listen
to what have to say, instead OF
chattering like maybe. You surely
do not think that am going to give
YOU millions Of dollars for the pleasure
of seeing you twirl your thumbs for
the rest Of your days, idling your time
here with my imbecile son and your
charming daughter. i am not going
to tell you all my plans. will explain
my intentions when we arrive on the
other side OF the pond. For the pres
ent you have only one thing to do,
that is to obey, understand, to obey!
Listen to me, Charles, 1t is not moral,
mean it, moral THAT is a word that !
consider extremely FTench) that q
bachelor like you should not wish
someone to ,eneft by his fortune.
You have no heirs, Douglass.
"Evelyne,' stammered.
Eyes. yes. eEvelyne and William.
You speak like a BOBBY. It is not
Barrabas to whom am speaking just
for the moment, 1t Is Douglass, my
business partner. Now / tell you. It
ia only moral that Douglass should
have an heir. And the quickest way
to get one is to take the shortest cut"
'The shortest cut!"
Perfectly! Now, for instance. you
have among your friends or acquaint-
ances, q young man-damn 1t! can't
YOU listen to what I am saying Do
you think I am talking for pleasure?
This Is business! AS was saying, DO
YOU happen to know a young man
want young fellow for my future
plans who will be worthy Of my kind
ness and for whom you might make an