Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1913-11-18

hammer tightly clenched In her right
hand. Hardly glancing at him, she said
clearly: ooh! You are just in time!
Pick this sparkler out Of the rocks for
me. simply won't go away without
It,"
Ellison knelt obediently, holding
out his hand for the hammer. He saw
that the fingers holding 1t were
scratched and sunburned.
You think rubbish OF all the things
I'm taking home" she went on. "You
railroaders don't In the least know the
delight of personal jewelry. That
pointing to big garnet still Arm In
It's matrix, will make all the other
girls wild. Take care not to chip it
break of chunk Of the rock. If that
freight shark, J. Monteith wants to
charge me for my findings why he
may write his own letters all the rest
of time
His stenographer?" Ellison asked
looking straight at her. ~.
She also looked at him as though
startled but nodded. ."His !con-fden.
ttal-est secretary she added, smiling
almost roguishly. But-mercy, be
careful man-you almost smashed my
jewel! ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS broken
1t out-beautifully. Give 1t here quick
| sha'n't rest easy till have 1t with
the rest
They both stood up. AS she took
the chipped stone from him she slid
something into his hand something
round and heavy, and cool--which vet
burned. He knew she had mistaken
him for a trainman- -unknowing any
other presence. He ought not to be
angry; there was nothing in a. blue
shirt and faded corduroy trousers to
proclaim the fact that he was we'll.
born and college bred, il he had work.
ed for a. living with his hands. That
mad been matter Of choice after the
crash that had swallowed the most OF
ms fortune. He had wanted to know
the feel OF labor. and knowing II he
was more than glad OF the knowledge.
You mean to be kind thank YOU
Tor that. But ! can't take money I'M
DER false pretenses badly as I want
It, he said holding back toward her
the coin she had bestowed.
In the light he saw that 1t was gold
SheNcaught her breath at his look and
cried contritely, Forgive me. did
truly mean to behind"
After that 1t took just minnie -
set them at ease-,in five they were
cnatting like old friends In ten he
was leading her toward the stream.
beIore she left 1t, she knew every
tnlng-his plans, his hopes and their
lrustratlon-also in measure his des-
palr' somehow since he had found her
the despair was not nearly so cr1sh.
ing. sympathy Is a wonderful solace
when 1t chimes with other things
ELLISON walking beside the girl toward
the stalled train, could hardly credit
himseif the same man that had stroll
ed aimlessly over the shale.
hundred yards of the train she
naited, waved him back, but said over
her shoulder, Don't you do one thing
mot until you hear from me-"
+ He bowed obediently, wonderino
not little when that would be. mt
back In his hut he had sense OF peace
as delightful as 1t was new and strange
He was reused from fitful sleen Al
daylight by thunderous knockines----a
messenger outside summoning him tn
Montieth.
In the presence he found a new mar.
albeit one still trifIe er,In
"Tve decided to let you have your way.
young fellow" Montieth began. A pair
OF tanned hands fell down over his lips
as a soft but saucy voice said:
BE honest dad-say I've decided.
I've showed you SO often 1t was best
to let young folks have their way"
Ellison could hardly gasp. Mon
tieths daughter-the heiress to his
millions with millions other own! She
had tipped him, talked with him.
laughed, coquetted in the humanest
fashion. Looking up he caught her
eye.
The girl blushed under his gaze. but
said no more than "You see the luck Of
leisure?'
Two years later Mark Ellison. the
romantic young millionaire philan-
thropist. married Langley, only daugh-
ter Of James Montieth, Esq.