Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1915-04-06
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"Of course, l could give you a little
advice, Bob" said the governor soft
lily. ''If you should find hustling bit
arduous for one of your luxurious ma
ture, there's an alternative. 1t Is al
ways open to young man upon whom
nature has showered her favors."
Don't know what you mean by that
last" growled Bob, who disliked per.
sonalities. But what Is the alterna-
tive to hustling?"
Get married" said dad cody.
Bob changed color. Dad watched
him keenly.
There's always the matrimonial
market for young men who have not
learned to specialize. I've known
many such marriages to turn out nap
PLY, too. Marrying right, my boy, IS
practical. not a sentimental busl-
ness"
Bob looked Disguised.
"There's Miss Gwendoline Gerald.
for example. Millions IN ner own
name, and"
Hold on, dad" cried Bob. His face
was flaming now. The blue eyes
cleaned almost fercely,
II knew you were acquainted" OBJ
served dad softly, still studying him,
Besides she's beautiful girl and
Drop it. dad!" burst from Bob.
We've never had quarrel but
Suddenly he realized his attitude was
actually menacing. And toward dad
his own dad! II beg your pardon,
sir" he muttered contritely. I'm
afraid | am forgetting myself. But
please turn the talk.
..All right" said dad. | forgive you.
I was only trying to elucidate your po
sition. But since it's not to be the
matrimonial market, it'll have to be
hustle. my boy. I'm too old to make
another fortune. I've done my BIT
and now I'm going to retire on my
son. Sounds fair and equitable,
doesn't it, Bob?"
s.Pd hate to contradict you, sir" the
other answered moodily.
Dad walked UP to him and 'aid an
arm affectionately upon sons broad
shoulders 1--WE the utmost confidence
in you my boy he said. with bland
smile.
Thank you, sir" replied Bob. He
always preserved an attitude OF filial
respect toward his one and only par
ent. But he tore himself away from
dad now as soon as he could. He
wanted to think The average hero,
thrust out into the world, has only
single load to carry. He has only to
earn a living for himself Bob's load
was a double one and therefore he
would have to be q double hero. Me-
he walked on and on, cogl.
tating upon his unenviable fate. Sud
denly he stopped He found himself
in front of the club. Bob went IN. And
there he met Dickie, Clarence, Dan
the doughty commodore" and some
others.
That Impecunious Bob should have
said at could be done to Imperial
Dickie's ut couldn't" and have allowed
himself to be drawn further into the
affair was, in itself, an impertinence.
For Dickie was person OF import
ance. He had string Of simoleons
so long that a newspaper mathematics
an once computed II you spread them
out, touching one another, they would
reach half around the world. Or was
it twice around? Anyhow, Dickie
didn't have to worry about hustling,
the way Bob did now. At the mo-
ment the latter was In q mood to con-
tradict any one. He felt reckless. He
was ready for almost anything short
of an imitation Of that back-to-nature
hero of papular novel;
They had been going on about that
could" and couldn't" proposition for
some time when some one staked Bob.
That some one was promptly called"
by the "commodore"-as jolly sea-dog
as never trod deck. Dan was q land
commodore, but he was very popular
at the Yacht club, where something
besides waves seethed when he was
around He didn'tgo often to the Uni.
yersity club where he complained
things were too pedagogic. (No one
else ever complained of that lie
liked to see the decks-or hoors-
wave, Then he was in his element
and would issue orders with the bilthe
abandon Of a son of Neptune. There
was no delay in "clapping on sail
when the commodore was at the helm.
And if he said: "Clear the decks for
action" there was action. When ne
DID Occasionally uEilI lAto .AAS 49, -
sity. he brought with him the flavor
of the sea. Things at once breezed up.
Well, the commodore called that
some one quick.
give thousand he can't do IT,
'..For how long?' says Dickie.
"a week." answered the commodore.
Make it two
"Oh. very well"
"Three, if you like" from Bob, the
stormy petrol.
They gazed at him admiringly.
ut isn't the green garden taking,
is it. Bob?" asked Clarence Van Duzen,
whose sole occupation was being d.
rector in a few corporations-or, more
strictly speaking, not being one. IL
took almost all Clarence's time 10 .di'
rect" his wife, or try to.
Bob looked at Clarence reproach-
fully NO. he said. I'm still mas $,
ter of all my thoughts" Gloomily. i
couldn't forget if I tried
"That's all right, then said Dlckle.l
Then Clarence "took" some one else
who staked Bob. And Dickie did like
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