Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1915-05-27
Evening Story
JUNGLE PETER"
ev Martha Observation-Disclosures

BY Martha Observation-Disclosures.
What are you going to call him,
jenny" ...
Uncle Peter. What else?"
you'll never dare - with the fell
low Just day older than YOU
Listen, sister! My other name is
Daring"
Then - it's good-by to the grand
tour"
st is not. + Contraiwise, here's my
double copper rivet."
You'll see. Widowers are mighty
touchy even your daddy"
Also they love quiet lives - espe-
cially through the honeymoon year.
Thus Jenny Gray and her gossip and
sister-in-mischief, Lula Carter, pratt
tied one to another on the Gray piazza,
which had a look OF spick-and-span
w-furnishedness to match the at.
fections OF it's lord and master. who
was coming home that day, bringing
"a new wife and newer young brother.
Jenny, raging against the change.
had yet been too sensible, withal too
thoroughbred, to be otherwise than
passively disagreeable. Her motto
and rule of action had been, While
he's single there's hope. Hope being
guillotined by hard fact, she felt JUS
titled in more aggressive campaign
one that should yield her up year
abroad at the very least, maybe even
an indefinite stay among the Partisan
ateliers.
She had certainly an eye for color;
also for effect. You saw that in the
sea greens, the dull blues, with daring
If delicate reIiefs of pink, wherein she
had swathed herself, Notwithstanding
she had a crown Of dull copper red
hair, skin powdered thickly with fine
golden freckles and eyes as green as
her garments. Their cut was not Of
the mode, yet undeniably they set off
her 1.-THE slenderness which fashion
would have made angular.
She had looked herself over approx
ingly at the end of dressing. then flung
enviously at Lula: Lordy! but you are
lucky! Look well in anything and
everything Just stock size All the
ready mades fit you like gloves. I'm
going to be born that way next time
If know myself Then won't have
to lie awake nights studying not to be
a maypole nor trump. Dressy things
generally are so mighty frumpish. Yet
you have somehow to fill up holes and
corners"
Lula. all cream white, barely touch
ed with scarlet, helped wonderfully
in giving Jenny the proper background.
Since the train got in at and the car
would take but twenty minutes to
fetch in the travellers, the tea table
stood invitingly ready, but delicately
ambusned by huge tall pot of aura
tum lilies. Jenny had shaken her fist
at the lilies as the florist delivered
them. Then had laughed spitefully,
saying in her grimest voice, "My re-
spected parent is making himself an
awful bill to foot"
Yet she had done her very best with
everything = even the willing, fretful
August roses. Her thought was, "The
new Mrs. Gray will find out It's none
so easy to live up to my blue china
But when she saw small, wispy
creature half lifted from the car and
set upon the steps, insensibly her an
tagcnism lessened. The wispy one
was clearly very tired, rather nervous,
wholly insure of herself and her posi-
ton She blushed prettily when her
husband led forward his capable
daughter saying, You're always pet
ting things - here's the best ever
forcibly joined their two hands, and
himself turned to Lula. She was dimp-
ling behind her fan, not daring to look
a second time at Uncle Peter, who was
his sister over again, only twenty
years younger, and healthy as she
was frail.
Jenny also looked at him; long
measuring gaze, imperturbably. She
turned to her father saying amiably,
please, sir. I'd rather have the other
one; it looks somehow more thriving.
Uncle Peter, how will you like to be
my little -"
Jenny" Thunder does not begin
to express the paternal voice. Mrs
Gray gasped, turned red, turned white
shut her eyes tight, trying to wink
back tears that spilled over in spite
of her, trembled so she could barely
stand, seeing CULTS of black unhapp1
ness ahead Lula even grew compass
Lsionate. Jenny looked steadfastly at
the floor.
Across. the tense moment came a
gay, keyiAN voice crying: Fine! Bull