Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1915-12-11
Euening Story
IN WlNNIFRED's NAME.
BY Ellis Graham.

| IN WlNNIFRED's NAME.
/ BY Ellis Graham.
| Copyright. 1915, by Mcclure News
paper Syndicate.)
Dot regarded the telegram In her
hand In utter dlsmay. 1t was there in
simple letters, the message of her
fate.
ARRIVE Tuesday. Could
And it was directed to Winifred, of
! course, and Winifred was down at Old
4 Point Comfort with the Beverlys on
their yacht. She would have to meet
him at last confess the whole thing
and protect Winifred somehow.
She told the boy there was no ans
wer. He had found her In the old
library hunting UP something on Toll
tee sacriflcial rites. Something cheer
full for warm day, when nearly every
one but herself had deserted the col
leg, and even the campus looked like
a cemetery green for solitude and
sanctity.
The dean, Miss Harmsworth, was in
her study and Dot tried to appear mild
and disinterested while she put her
head In the doorway and asked about
leave of absence from chapel. The
| train from Washington arrived at 7:1O
Then she crossed the campus to the
Merope cottage, went up to her own
room and hunted around through Win
ifred's things until she came across his
picture.
1t really was dandy face, she told
herself. standing 1t up against the
lamp on the low reading table, and
studying It, Clear cut and fine featur.
ed - the face OF an idealist certainly.
He was an Australian, Winifred had
told her, with an American mother,
and he had been away from the states
for over q year.
Winifred had met him in Washing.
ton, and he had taken fancy to her.
! Dot could understand why. She was
pretty and exquisitely feminine and
sympathetic. The trouble was she
played the same record with every
new love affair. 1t was said at the
college that Winifred bought "Sonnets
from the Portuguese" and kindred
bits by the gross to give as heart balm
4 to those she sent away.
But Give Gould had not been sent
away. He had written to her from
i San Francisco the day before he sailed
and Dot had listened to the letter az
she had to with every new correspond
ent Of her roommates But there, was
something about the letter that held
her an underlying faith In things, a
sense of humor, something that told
the real man behind the pen.
II won't answer It," Winifred had
4 said, airily. He's too digniied and
slow, Dot"
ooh, you must answer It. He ex.
poets that Wait, I'll do 1t for you'
''You dear old thing" Winifred
laughed over at her. "You never
write to any boys at all Go ahead.
He's perfectly safe, bound for Austria
liza, and don't mind Hold star up
for him to see his way by and tell him
to cheer up"
| But Dot had answered the letter In
her own way, and that It had started a
correspondence that had slipped out
Of her reach and control before year
had passed. Now he was back and In
the letter she had received the day be-
fore he told her 1t was her letters that
had drawn him over the seas to her,
4 and she must fulfill all they meant to
him.
"I'll tell him the hat truth, j" said Dot
throwing back her head with its by
ish mass OF brown hair. sits just as
hard for me as 1t is for him. He'll
never even guess what his letters have
meant to me, and now I'm to tell him
! that I'm not the girl they were meant
4 for. Tell him that Win is engaged to
Bob Beverly. It's nice situation.
And there hasn't been a single word
| of love or nonsense in one of the let
/ ters-"
! She checked herself guilty. No
Love, but all else. Faith and comrade-
| ship. mutual inspiration - all were in
| the letters. She felt miserably alone
already as she waited for him to come.
4 The evening was rather cool. Clad
+ in a white wooden dress, with white
/ sweater and no hat, she watched from
the veranda until she saw a figure
start across the green from the street
] then she went to meet him. Oh yes;
! it was he. She knew him in an Instant
[ from his picture, and she went straight
toward him without compromise.
"You are Mr.. Gould, aren't you p
| She gave him firm hand clasp. II am
I Winifred's best friend, and she has
lgone to Old Point Comfort. Won't
you visit with me awhile? am Dor
othv Page"
Il Up on the veranda they sat, while
she listened to him talk Of the voyage
! and trip over the continental. Couldn't
i he guess at all Of how her pulses we're
u ~