Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1915-08-14
Evening Story
CUPID GOES CUNNING!
Copyright, 1915, by the Mcclure
Newspaper Syndicate.)
BY Louise Oliver.

Newspaper Syndicate.)
The man before the easel Jumped q
good yard and grabbed his arm. Look
out, there" he shouted. What are
you dotng?"
"Oh, did shoot you" came a start
led feminine voice through the bushes
II saw something move and thought
you were bunny or 4 partridge OF
something, and fred l should have
looked first"
''It's generally done,' remarked the
man dryly, rolling up his left sleeve to
inspect the damage. Suddenly he
stopped. Most men did when they
first saw Sally.
She pulled aside the bushes and
came up close. Its your arm, isn't
it,"
yes. Above the wrist here"
"Ill tie it up. I've got two handker-
chiefs and you'd better give me yours,
too"
II think only couple of the little
pills went in. Thank you, but really
you don't need to bother about it at
ALL can get back to my tent nicely,
I'm sure, and i can fix it up there"
But she was paying no attention,
only tearing the handkerchiefs into
strips and binding them around the
wounded arm. He watched her, fas-
cinated, looking eargly from her to
the background he had just sketched
upon the canvas. She saw the look
and turned.
II was Just thinking" he explained,
that you would make a splendid
heroine in the book am illustrating.
l imagine that Andruth-"
"Who?" started.
"Andruth, the girl in the book. l
imagine that you
But Sally didn't hear what he
imagined, for she was thinking how
absurdly things sometimes come
about. Here was q man illustrating a
book she had written herself, and she
had shot him while recruiting her
forces in the woods. On second
thought, she knew who he was, her
publishers having told her the name
of the artist who was to do the work.
He was really too famous man to be
shot promiscuously by novice in
cunning.
"I'll help you carry your things to
your tent and call doctor on my tele-
phone. There is one in my bungalow
on the bluff"
That's lucky, by George! The tele-
phone, mean. I've been wondering
all morning how I could get in touch
with the author of this manuscript.
There Is something I want to consult
her about. 1t will change the pictures
ma terially."
81 have the telephone, an automatic
gun and watch dog. All three are at
your service
"Thank you. Why the garrison?"
Pm alone"
"Alone!"
Yes. It's a whim of mine to run
away from civilization occasionally
and get acquainted with myself. Do
you think you are ready to walk now?
It's foolish of you not to let me carry
more. I'm very strong. Here, Duke!"
The little procession moved slowly
tentward and all went we'll. A doctor
from nearby town speedily removed
the bits of lead, and by the next day
little remained of the accident but a
bandage.
Sally was digging bait when her vic
tim Of the day before came up the hill.
II was just going to stop for you to
go fishing If you are able she called.
I'm glad to see you about. Have you
forgiven me YETI"
"Twenty-four hours ago. And shall
be delighted to accept your kind in
vitation. May l use your telephone
frst?"
Sally changed color. Should she tell
him who she was? She had come to
the woods for another reason besides
that of recuperating spent nerve force.
Back in the city tailors and dress
makers were busy making things for
her wedding. man had come back
out of the west, her girlhood sweet
heart, whom she had promised years
ago to marry. She had come here to
be alone, to think things out, as she
had a habit of doing when troubled.
She decided in the negative. 1t would
lessen the tension If she did not tell
who she was.
use it by all means and welcome"
she said. smiling. And as he thanked
her and turned to enter the cottage
she added in a mischievous under
tone, For all the good it may do
you'll
In few minutes he returned frown.