Dakota farmers' leader. (Canton, S.D.) 1890-19??, 1915-05-14
ABOUT WIDOW DOW
Copyright, 1915. by the Mcclure News
BY CLARICE GAINES.

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ter from the manager Of his houses IN
Dorilton. The houses had been an
inheritance from his Uncle Peterby
and the income from the half dozen
little cottages had been an addition
to his income. Of course, the prop
erty was sadly out of repair and a
great deal of money had been spent
upon it, still the agent had made
many complaints about dissatisfied
tenants.
Jay reread the letter.
About this Widow Dow said the
agent, "she lives in the last cottage
at the very edge of the woods, and
she says hat some Of the trees should
be cut down because the shade makes
her place damp. l tell you she ought
not to make complaints when she IS
behind with her rent"
"Pshaw!" muttered Jay, thrustlng
the letter into his pocket. I'll run
down there myself and have it out
with Mrs. Dow"
The next day, quite unknown to
Agent Green, Jay Dickson alighted
from the train at the Dorilton sta
ton and took a short cut through the
woods to reach his property.
He was not prepared for h huge
black woman who waddled across the
garden with a 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.
Il 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 a young
woman from under the wheels of a
racing automobile.
AS it was, they were both flung
against the c~urbstone, and the young
woman lay pale and white against
Jays arm.
"IM show you" volunteered a
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.
II will 20 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 rio
his mind of that lovely face which had
lain against his shoulder. 1t was a
pale, spirituelle face, framed in rich
red hair hat grew low on her fore
head. The lashes that lay on he
creamy cheek were thick and dark
and curling. What color were hel
eyes?
What allied him, anyway? he asked
himself fercely. Never before had he
cared about the color of women's
eyes!
The doctor came down and spoke to
him.
Her arm is broken" he said
ITS her working arm" shifted
Armada, as she went out.
Mrs. Dow is an artist" explained
the doctor in a low tone. shes been
having hard shedding, I understand
and 1 guess losing the use of hel
right hand for many weeks won't helI
any"
IT am Jay Dickson, the owner Of
these cottages. I came down to see
Mrs. Dow" explained Jay, feeling un
reasonably elated because his divinity
was the Widow Dow-and free!
Strangely contented at the outcome
of affairs, this most Impractical O!
landlords proceeded to visit his Other
tenants in the row., and with them
planned to make such improvements
in the cottages and grounds as would
justify O. change in the name Of the
place.
In the course of time it was trans
formed into Rose Terrace, and it was
due to the good taste of the Widow
Dow, who acted as jays adviser In
the matter Of improvements. During
her ~convalescence the Widow Dow
went to drive in Jays big automobile
while Armada sat, a mountain Of
swelling pride, in the %tonneau.
Green, the agent, was pleasantly
shocked to receive a generous check
when his employer was married. He
never really knew what it was for.
but Jay explained to his lovely bride:
"If it hadn't been for Green's com
planning letter I'd never have gone
down to see the Widow Dow-and
some other chap might have won her
first"
But the widow only laughed in her
delightful way.
There couldn't possibly have been
any other chap" she said, FOR there
is only one you, you know"
And Jay Dickson was supremely
contented with this very lucid ex.
PLANTATION.