Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1915-07-31
the quarrel had been about. It was

the quarrel had been about. It wa
known that Frank Edgarton was in
drunken frenzy after the club dance
it was certain that the two had die
agreed, to Lorry's defeat.
After Edith Vantine had 1mparte,
the news to Nancy she moved alonl
over the putting green; Name.
watched her with wide open, smart
ing eyes.
The golf links, the dazzling whit,
of the clubhouse, tho distant glimps'
of the sound all blurred together in {
Pickering rainbow. How she missed
Lorry's tall, white-clad figure swing
INK across the field, his deep voice
the fire in his glance when their eyes
nett
And now that glance was dead =
forever.
With a choking sob Nancy brushed
away the tears and swung a club tt
her shoulder. She grounded it clum
silly as Frank Edgarton's voice sounded
close beside her.
Good morning, Nancy. Waiting
for me7'
NO." said Nancy carelessly. "In1
Just thinking"
II have a penny to spare" he sug
gested.
"You may have my thought fol
nothing l was thinking about Lorry
Graham. They say he is blind"
Edgarton paled under his tan. He
was a dark, lean-jawed man with
onyx-black eyes and hair. His brown
hands fumbled nervously with his
clubs.
His own fault" he muttered sui.
lenly.
What did you say?" asked Nancy.
"His own fault" repeated Edgarton
in clustering tone. II warned hin,
not to drink SO much that night Of
the dance. Then when he tumbled
over the cliff people said I quarreled
with him and pushed him over!"
What did you quarrel about?''
asked Nancy quickly.
"You!" he flashed back, and then
bit, his lip with chagr1n, and added
hastily: That's just joke, Nancy.
Believe me, we didn't quarrel about
lover the edge"
is tQdC Cuc LTuLu, EIduh Hu6oA
TOM" Nancy looked him full in the
eyes.
ION my honor!" he acclaimed trag-
ically, his glance shifting.
The girl laughed contemporary.
Don't swear by something you
haven't got!" she retorted, and turned
her back upon. II pity you'll"
Edgarton stared at her relocated
back for some time. His face snarled
lin an ugly frown. Suddenly he
smiled sardonically.
"They say pity is akin to = a ten
lderer feeling!" he insinuated.
TITS sometimes close to contempt"
was Nancy's last retort, as she saun-
tered back to the clubhouse
She sank down in a corner where a
|high-backed settle hid her from chat
ting groups Of people Voices reached
her now and then. Once the clear
tones Of Mrs. Armory came to her,
holding her captive in her seat, an
unwilling eavesdropper.
''Lorry Graham is not only blind,
but he Is poor as we'll" said Mrs.
Armory "1t's hard luck!"
"Poor!" echoed mans voice.
what has happened to him? J
thought he was as safe as Gilralter."
"My husband told me this morning
that Lorry was bankrupt: that's all
Il know about It, Isn't 1t dreadful. on
top Of his blindness? Certainly, trou-
bles never do come singly."
Nancy slipped out Of the nearest
door, her heart in q tumult Lorry
Graham not only blind, but poor as
we'll!
She crossed the lawn and entered
the woods beyond which lay the estate
owned by the Grahams. II Mrs. Amory
spoke truly, the great landed property
would 60 to strangers.
Nancy slipped through the hedge
and entered the grounds. Under a
wide-spreading maple she discovered
Lorry reclining in hamock chair
and leaning over It's back was his sis
ter Mabel.
Mabel saw Nancy coming, pu: a
finger to her lips and tiptoed away,
meeting Nancy out Of earshot OF the
man under the maple tree.
go to him, DEAR" whispered Mabel
Hes awfully down and he would
rather see you than anyone else"
Nancy squeezed Mabel's hand, and
the latter went toward the house
Nancy approached the lone figure un.
der the tree, her heart in a tumulr OF
fear and pity.
She had always liked Lorry - they
had been firm friends, and there was
even something more than ordinary
friendship on the way when the quar-
-, ~ +ha cliff with its disastrous "a