Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1911-08-22
EVENING STORY
THE INTRUDERs.
BY Annie HinrIchsen.
Copyright, 1911, by the Associated
Literary. PresS)

TT ~ my island" she said.
ri beg your pardon for the contra
diction," said the young man firmly.
1T is my island
"My father left 1t to me-"
"My uncle left It to me-"
"You have camped on the wrong
island. There are hundreds Of isl
ands in the river. You have chosen,
by mistake, one which belongs to me"
my uncle's descriptions we're very
vivid. His island was long narrow
one with cabin at each end"
MY fathers island was long mar
row one with cabin at each end.
Were you ever here with your uncle?"
"No. Were you ever here with
your father" 5s
mo. But am sure this is my
island"
II am equally sure that It is mine.
have no objections, however, to your
using the cabin you have chosen as
your home"
"You have my permission to remain
in the cabin in which you are living
It is my property, but shall permit
you to remain there"
The young man clenched his teeth
on the stem OF his pipe and stared
watched his handsome, wrathful pro-
file.
"Why did you come here?" she
asked presently
"A man has right to visit his own
property. Why did you Gomez"
"A woman has a right to spend a
few weeks on her own estate. came
here because was tired of people
and places. My father bought this
island years ago and built the two
cabins. ! brought my housekeeper
and quantity OF supplies and came
here to spend month"
81 came here for rest and for the
fishing. l thought should find my
island unmolested by intruders."
81 am not an intruder She rose to
her feet and stood looking down at
him. Her white linen hat was pushed
dish brown hair waved about her tan
ned forehead. Loose strands Of it
blew across her dark eyes and on her
rounded cheeks. Il shall return to my
cabin" she announced. III at any
time you wish to consult me in regard
to matters such as tenant usually
desires to discuss with his landlord
you may communicate with me.
Otherwise, do not address me"
The young man jumped to his feet.
"Oh. I say, Miss Sheldon" he pleaded,
all the wrath gone from his face,
don't be- cross just because insist
that own this island. Won't you come
out for row with me? The water is
fine and I'm awfully lonesome"
Miss Sheldon looked from him to
the river. The setting sun threw
golden light ovel' the river and the
trees. The steady. soft tapping of the
water on the sand, the occasional call
of a bird, the splash Of fish were the
only sounds on the island. She looked
back at the young man. I'll go"
she agreed.
A week later they were sitting on
the sand at the waters edge near the
cabin.
Ethel he said, these have been
glorious days. We came here strang-
ers to each other and now
She shook her head slowly. There
were tears in her eyes. eve quarrel
all the time she began.
Only on one subject he inter-
posed.
But we shall never agree on that
one. / claim the island; 90 do you.
L don't care for the property But the
serious fact is that we can not COM
promise Neither will yield to the
other Just now the island is the
cause Of disagreement between us.
Later something else will be equally
provocative of trouble
I'll deed you the island and then
we need never quarrel over 1t again"
1T is not yours to give away. 1t is
mine and | shall give 1t to you"
You can't. 1t is mine and shall
give it to you for wedding present.
Well come here every summer after
we are married.
'We shall not be married. You may
have the island. shall give It to