Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1915-06-03

forgotten the beauty of the morning
the song of birds, the ripple of the lake
everything in the fascination of watch
ing Dunston's strong arms as they
rose and fell with each dip of the pad
die
Turn your head to the left - don't
move suddenly = you will glimpse a
deer whispered Dunston.
! Isabel Obeyed. For an instant she
saw the beautiful brown head with soft
startled eyes fixed on the canoe and its
occupants. Then it vanished and rhere
was crashing of underbrush along
the shore.
J Isabel laughed in sheer delight
Wasn't it lovely" she asked impul.
sively.
.Dunston's reply was amazing.
! why you are a real girl after ALL
he exclaimed, and Immediately bit his
F, lip with annoyance
! Isabel blushed to her fair hair. In
her establishment at the guides out
burst she forgot their relative positions
and spoke quite naturally.
"Of course I am real girl Don't
] always act like one?" she questioned
curiously.
II beg your pardon, Miss Ortiz" he
said contritely, "but = somehow, it
seems to me that you take your pleas
ures rather seriously for young girl
81 am twenty-four,' admitted Isabel
! frankly, "and I am never so stiff and
, disagreeable as I am when in your
company, Dunston!"
Dunston concealed a smile Miss
Ortb's naughty demeanor masked a
very agreeable simplicity
II am sorry" he said humbly, Per
haps I could change places with Hank.
Mr.. Luttrell has asked me if | could
not break my contract with your faith
er. Hank is considered the best guide
In the Loon district, and l know he
would be glad to come back to your
father"
mo-" cried Isabel sharply. 'You
cannot go, Dunston; my father would
not like it. You are bound to Orth cot
tage until November"
Dunston bowed his head in acknow-
ledgment, but his brown eyes showed
golden sparks as if some flame burned
within
AS was customary on pleasant days,
the guide took Isabel to certain tiny
island in the lake where a hammock
swung under a tree At shutdown he
would come after her and their silent
trips to and from the camp and the
island held a growing significance be-
cause Of the girls quite unnecessary
aloofness and the mans cool indiffer-
ence beyond the mere performance of
his duty.
Isabel never forgot that she was
Henry Orth's daughter, and John Dun
ston never failed to remember that she
had relegated him to his place - and
he never presumed.
deuce take it, she treats Joe and
Hank like brothers compared to me"
Dunston had grumbled that very morn
ing as he plunged into the lake for
his early swim, and his smothered re-
sentiment had found expression in his
surprised comment on her actions
when she saw the deer.
The canoe bumped against the moss
grown logs that served as a landing
place and Isabel disdaining assistance
stepped ashore and received her books
and little lunch basket from the guide.
you will come for me at sunset,
FUNSTON, she asked.
yes, Miss Ortiz was his terse
reply as he padded away
Isabel went up the path to the ham
mock and fell to day dreaming. Strange
to say, her thoughts had nothing to do
with her host Of friends, her devoted
family circle, or several insistent suit
ors. They persisted in dwelling upon
John Dunston's handsome eyes, his
we'll knit form and his rather grim
young face.
How much did she know about him.
Very little save that he had told her
father he had spent two years in the
North Woods Beyond the additional
information that he was earning his
own living, Dunston had been noncom-
initial
"Of all the idiots" Isabel's eyes
flashed at her own weakness. What
does 1t matter who he is = it cannot
possibly interest me. I am going to
marry Freddy Moore I've quite de-
cided to answer his letter this evening.
Let me see a honeymoon yachting i'll
the West Indies. How I shall adore
it and Freddy is a perfect dear!"
A vision of Mr.. Freddy Moore, plump
fair, pink checked and blue eyed. pant
ing breathlessly in her wake as she ex-
plored the unknown delights Of foreign
countries, had rather a dampening eff
feet on Isabel's enthusiasm. She
frowned and picked up a book
Noon came and went. The dainty
lunch was disposed of. The book was
nearly finished in the late afternoon.