Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1914-01-06

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visited upon the third and fourth gen
Grafton?
CHAPTER XII
The Coming Of Greet King.
When he reentered the library the
candle was guttering in the burned
wings OF night moth. The place
looked all at once gaunt and DESC
late and despoiled. What could Vir-
ginia, what could Damory Court, be to
him without her? The wrinkled note
lay on the desk and he bent suddenly
with sharp catching breath and
kissed it. There welled over him a
wave of rebellious longing. The can
die spread to hazy yellow blur. The
walls fell away. He stood under the
moonlight, with his arms about her,
his lips on hers and his heart beating
to the sound of the violins behind
them.
! He laughed-a harsh wild laugh
that rang through the gloomy room.
Then he threw himself on the couch
and buried his face in his hands. He
was still lying there when the misty
rain-wet dawn came through the
shutters.
1t was Sunday afternoon, and under
the hemlocks, Hickey Snyder had
! gathered her minions- a dozen chill
dren from the nearby houses with the
! usual sprinkling Of little blacks from
the kitchens There were parents, of
course, to whom this mingling of color
and degree was a matter of conven-
tional prohibition, but since the ad-
vent Of Hickey, in whose soul lay a
| Napoleonic instinct of leadership, this
was more honored in the breach than
in the observance.
my! Amt it scrumptious here
now" said Cory Cabell, hanging yell
low lady-slippers over her ears. 81
wish we could play here always"
"Mr. Valiant will let US" said Rick
ey. II asked him."
"Oh, he WILL" responded Cozy
gloomily, "but he'll probably go and
It,"
Everybody doesn't get married"
said one of the Byloe twins, With
masculine assurance. Maybe he
won't"
Much a boy knows about it," re-
torted Cozy scornfully. women have
to, and some one of them will make
him. (Greenville Female Seminary
simms, if you slap that little niger
again, I'll slap you'll"
Grennie rolled over on the grass
and Uttered Miss Matte Sue didn' ,"
she said. "Ah heah huh say de yud-
dab day ct wuz err moughty good
feelin' ter go ter bald Mistis en- git
up MARSHALL"
WELL" said Cozy tossing her head
till the flower earrings danced. Pm
going to get married If the man hasn't
got anything but character and a red
mustache Married women don't have
to prove they could have got husband
If they had wanted to-
Lets play something" proposed
Rosebud Meredith, on whom the dis
cussion palled. Lets play King.
King Katiko."
cts Sunday!"-this from her small
or and more righteous sister. Were
forbidden to play anything but bible
games on Sunday, and If Rosebud
does. I'll tell"
"Jay-bird tattle-tale!" sang Rosebud
derisively. Don't care If you do!'
"Well," decreed Hickey. We'll play
ISunday-school then. 1t would take
saint to object to that. I'm superin-
tendent and this stump's my desk.
| All you children sit down under that
tree"
They ranged themselves in two
rows. the white children, in clean Sab
bath pinafores and go-to-m Getting knick-
erbock rs, in front and the colored
ones, in gingha1ns and cotton-prints,
in the rear-the habitual expression Of
differing social station. "Oh!"
shrieked Miss Cabell, land I'll be Mrs.
Merryweather Mason and teach the in
fants' class"
There isn't any infant class" said
Hickey "How could there be when
there aren't any infants? The lesson
| is over and I've just rung the bell for
silence. Children, this is Missionary
Sunday, and I'm glad to see so many
happy faces here today. Cozy," she
said relenting. you can be the organ
| list if you want to-
81 won't" said Cory sullenly. '1f
I can't be table-cloth I won't be dish
rag
"All right. you needn't retorted
Hickey freezingly. "Sit up, Grennie.
People don't lie on their backs in Sun
day-schOol."
GREENE .yawned dsmally, and
righted herself with injured slowness.
"Ah diffuses ter 'cep yo' insult, Rick
ey Snydah,' she said "Ah'd ruthah
lose nah 'ligion dan nah laz'ness. En-
All 'spises yo spissable dissistion!"
! "Let us all rise" continued Hickey,
unmoved, land sing Kingdom Coming
And she struck up Justify, beating time
on the stump with stick:
From all the dark places of earth's
heather races,
O, see how the thick shadows feel"
and the rows of children joined in with
JUNCTION, the colored contingent COM
ing out strong on the chorus:
de yerf shall be full oh de wunduh-
full story
| AS watahs dat covah de seal"
The clear voices in the quiet air
startled the fluttering birds and sent