Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1911-05-11

Ivy might lOSe IIlclT udpplACSo WASN..
they gained fortune. and she had not
been far from the truth.
Their daughter Angela was like her
mother. In spite Of her ethereal name
she waxed round and rosy as she grew
into young womanhood She was do
nestle in her tastes and would have
| made an excellent wife for poor man
But her father had made UP his mind
that she should not marry poor man
Hence, when suitors came to WOO, he
selected an ambitious young man who
| knew that Angelas money, united to
| his own income, would make him q
power in the financial world.
Angela rebelled in vain. She had her
own ideas about the man she wanted
to marry. On. the other side of the
hedge at the foot of the garden was 9
little stream, and here, every dav in
midsummer, came certain youth, on
fishing bent. Perhaps the stream would
not have held as much charm for him
II he had not known that Angela was
on the other side of the hedge.
The two young people had been class
mates at school, but the Martins in
creasing fortune had taken Angela into
more fashionable surroundings. During
her years at boarding school she had
been shut away from the friends Of her
childhood but when she came back to
slant to her youthful companions. Her
father objected strenuously.
Hence 1t came about that 1t was only
when John West f1shed in the little
stream that he could meet Angela.
Every day when she could slip away
she spent on the other side of the
hedge ready to run back into her own
garden at the slightest warning The
days that she could not come she
tucked a note into certain niche in
the carved sundial. from which John
West. reaching over the hedge, alb.
stracted 1t.
So it happened that the sundial knew
all the secrets of the pair. 1t heard
their vows as they sat in the shadow
of the hedge, and 1t kept their notes
safely in that inner pocket of stone.
The plans of the young couple for
the future included modest cottage
in distant town. There was to be a
garden, but not terraced garden, with
flowers in It. They we're to raise vege-
tables and keep COW. All Of Angela 8
instincts were of the country bred. She
had heard her mother tell of the first
days Of her married life and of the Joy
there had been In the humble home.
Father wants me to marry man
with money" Angela told her lover;
"but won't, won't"
There is only one trouble" John
said slowly. "evorybody's going to
think that am marrying you for your
money. Even II don't take it, and II
we live on my income, they will say
that expect to get 1t sometime"
"If he would only cut us of without
penny" said Angela; 'but mother
won't let him do that because she Is
afraid will suffer-"
"You see II you cannot talk her
over" John advised. II do not want tc
be known as fortune hunter"
But Mrs Martin was obdurate
Though riches had brought her unhap
piness, she still desired them for her
daughter, and at last John West took
a stand.
II love you better. than anything else
in the, world, Angela" he said, "but
as long as your father accuses me of
wanting your money, cannot marry
YOU"
Angela turned pale. "Then you do
not love me-" she said.
She turned and left him and after
that the sundial heard no more blissful
plans. No more notes were tucked into
the concealed niche. Angela, growing
thinner and paler every day. wandered
through the garden alone. The flowers
faded and dropped. and the cold winds
OF autumn blew the leaves from the
trees. All the world seemed as gray as
her own heart.
At last she gave In to her fathers
wishes. She would marry the man he
had selected and would try to be hap
py. Her mother, troubled little at
Angela's listlessness. planned a trip to
the city to buy the elaborate outfit
worthy Of her position.
So on that last day before they left
Angela wandered out into the garden.
The wind blew from the east and
there was a drizzle of rain which
made the garden wet and sodden. She
sobbed to herself softly, remember
ing the summer days of happiness. She
had not had line from John West
since he had gone away. His pride still
stood between them. Before she went
back into the house she gave little
letter into the keeping of the sundial.
Probably John West would never get
1t, but at least it contained the outpour-
ing Of her hearts misery.
The next morning she and her
mother left for the trip to town. Her
father stayed behind in the big and
empty house.
On the following Sunday morning
the rich and self-satisfied maker OF
patent medicines wandered some
what disconsolately down the ter
race toward the sundial. He was lone
ly and the memory was upon him of
the Sabbaths Of years ago when he and
his wife had gone to church with little
Angela and had come home to the good
dinner cooked by the mistress of the
household. Tonight he would dine on
mahogany, and there would be eight
courses. but there would be no Joy in
1t. He leaned his elbow on the sundial
and looked dejectedly downward. The
wind came up and circling round about
the stone pedestal, brought forth the
rustic of paper. Martin bent to look,