The Richfield recorder. (Richfield, Idaho) 1909-1931, 1915-12-03
ABOUT WIDOW DOW
BY cLARIcE GAINES.

inheritance from his Uncle Peterb
and the income from the half doze
little cottages had been an additio
to his income. OF course, the prof.
erty was sadly out Of repair and
great deal of money had been spen
upon it. still the agent had mad
many complaints about dissatisfie'
tenants.
Jay reread the letter.
About this Widow Dow" said tn,
agent, "she lives in the last cottage
at the very edge of the woods, ant
she says that some OF the trees SHOULD
be cut down because the shade make:
her place damp. l tell you she ough
not to make complaints when she /:
behind with her rent"
"Pshaw!' muttered Jay, thrusting
the letter into his pocket. III rur
down there myself and have it oul
with Mrs. Dow"
The next day, quite unknown tc
Agent Green, Jay Dickson alighted
from the train at the Dorilton sta.
ton and took short cut through the
woods to reach his property.
He was not prepared for the huge
black woman who waddled across the
garden with heavy foot Her woolly
hair was tied up in a snowy turban
and her white gown was immaculate.
Are you Mrs. Dow" asked Jay.
The woman looked at him shrewdly.
81 am Armada Dow" she admitted.
"Mr. Green wrote to me about you,
Mrs Dow; he said you wanted some
trees cut down. l will see him about
the matter"
Jay, puzzled at finding his agent
had rented one of the cottages to
other than white people, pursued his
way through the street toward the
agents office. Near his destination
he was just in time to snatch young
woman from under the wheels of a
racing automobile.
AS it was, they were both flung
against the curbstone, and the young
woman lay pale and white against
jays arm.
"T'll show you," volunteered
woman, and she led the way toward
jays row of cottages.
She passed them all until she came
to the last one, the abode of the
Widow Dow.
Il will go inside with you The
doctor is on his way now" she said.
as she opened the gate.
Armada Dow met them in the porch,
and she took the slender, unconscious
form in her arms and bore her up
stairs, where the village doctor ar
rived in a few moments
Jay Dickson, wandering restlessly
in the little garden, could not rid
his mind of that lovely face which had
lain against his shoulder 1t was
pale, spirituelle face, framed in rich,
red hair that grew low on her fore
head. The lashes that lay on her
creamy cheek were thick and dark
md curling What color were her
eyes?
What allied him, anyway? he asked
himself fiercely. Never before had he
Jared about the color of women's
eyes!
The doctor came down and spoke to
linn
Her arm is broken" he said.
TITS her working arm" shifted
Amada, as she went out
MRS. Dow is an artist" explained
he doctor in a low tone. She's been
Iaving hard shedding, | understand
nd I guess losing the use of her
light hand for many weeks won't help
n.y."
Il am Jay Dickson, the owner or |
hese cottages | came down to see
IRIS Dow" explained Jay, feeling I'M
easonably elated because his divinity
as the Widow Dow-and free!
Strangely contented at the outcome
{ affairs, this most impractical of
Indlords proceeded to visit his other
,nants in the row, and with them
tanned to make such Improvements
the cottages and grounds as would
lstify q change in the name of the
ace.
In the course of time It was trans
rmed into Rose Terrace. and 1t was
lie to the good taste of the Widow
ow, who acted as Jays adviser in
e matter of improvements During
er convaIescence the Widow Dow
ent to drive in Jays big automobile, :
lille Armada sat- a mountain of
Yelling pride, in the tonneau
Green, the agent, was pleasantly +.
ocked to receive a generous check
hen his employer was married He
ver really knew what 1t was for.
It jay explained to his lovely bride: S
IF it hadn't been for Green's COM ,
aiming letter I'd never have gone
wn to see the Widow Dow-and
me other chap might have won her
St"
But the widow only laughed in her
lightful way.
There couldn't possibly have been
y other chap" she said, for there
only one you, you know T.
And Jay Dickson was supremacy
ltented with this very lucid ex-
nation.