Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1913-10-09

willy Dell ulSullS0cu AAlA oAu PO'
ed on the matter. There were MIS-
name and address written clearly on
the envelope yet he had never heard
Of either Of the women who we're send
ing him this urgent call from the un-
known. He concluded It was a plot to
trap him, though why he should De
trapped he could not imagine, for II
he had few friends in the city ne had
to his knowledge no enemies. Owl
ously, the thing to do was to ignore the
telegram, but Willy Ben was young
The Way Of a Woman.
Foolishly he asked her for kiss;
naturally she said mo-; bravely he
took It, anyway; angrily she put him
away: scornfully she told him what
she thought OF such action, and meek
" he stood for the same old bluff
81 am surprised and mad at you!''
she said, and she looked every bit sof
IN. n don't think q gentleman would
do such thing; and now, II you are
going to stay here this evening, don't
want YOU even to touch me, but let
us ait here and talk like sensible peo-
ple."
Thoroughly cowed, he agreed.
Seeing. however, that she had car
ried her little bluff too far, and he was
taking her seriously, she made use OF
bright idea. =,
will you promise to be good now?
she asked.
Eyes"
well, let's shake on 1t"
Solemnly they shook hands.
"Now," she said, with cunning and
meaning little twinkle In her eye, you
have touched me already and broken
YOUR promise. So, being as you nave
gone that far, you might as well go
ahead and break the rest OF your
agreement"
Curtain.
and hot-headed., He stuffed his revol-
yer into his pocket and decided to
walk into the trap.
The number given on the message
proved to be one Of row OF vault
like structures facing filthy. street
There was no one in sight, but when
Willy Ben rang, the door flew open
instantly and out Of the blackness
within appeared two wild white eyes
and row Of cleaning teeth. Willy
pen recoiled then realized that this
was no apparltion, but ragged negro
girl.
eagerly. I'VE lowed you'd hurry
Come this way. suh." She plunged
back into the darkness. With some
misaivings. Willy Ben followed. Some
where In the inky blackness they
stumbled on some crooked stairs and
m up unfortunately they climbed, the
ragged guide fitting along before
AT the top the girl stopped and
pushed open door. Miss Walton's
been kilt" she whispered IN scared
voice. Miss Maria's done gone fol
the doctor Before Willy Ben could
stop her. she was gone tearing down
! the sters and the blackness swallowed
her up.
/ Willy Ben walked into small, bare
room In the corner was narrow
he'd. with figure thrown Imply across
! It. He stole across the room and look
! ed at her in wonder. She was yours
girl no larger than his sister Bess, and
| with beautiful hair like his sister Eve
| lyn's. It spread over the bed in dis
order and framed sad, little lovely
face. The waist was torn open at the
neck and there was clothed blood on
her forehead. He asked himself In
horror IL she were dead.
n vt were only a faint something
must be done for her. SO he found q
basin and, pouring some. water into
| is knelt down by the bed and awk
wardly began to battle the girls fore
head. So troubled was he that he
forgot to wonder why he had been sent
for until his eyes fell on a picture
that hung by the bed. To his ute.
establishment, Willy Ben found n1s
/ own image staring at him from an or
nate gilt frame. Then he looked about
! the room and saw that he was every
/ where. When he won the big tennis
! match from the champion Of the En-
!, derby Athletic Association every papel
! in New York had printed his photo
! graph and here they all were, on walls
and tables and dresser, the only pic
. lures in the room.