Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1915-05-01

10 'lSl dIlu USSdil. WHlppiuS TIC otiCoh'
systematically, while he did the same
mechanically. They caught one or
two speckled beauties, or Bob did. She
couldn't land hers. They always got
tangled in something which she
thought very cute of them. She didn't
feel annoyed at all when they got
away, but just laughed as if it were
the best kind of a joke, while Bob
looked at her amazed. She called that
sport"
Then she made him build a cum
ming little fire. on rock and clean
fish and cook them and set them be-
fore her. She graciously let him sit
by her side and partake Of few over
done titbits and a sandwich or two
they had brought in the basket. But
she also made him jump up every once
in a while to do something, finding
plenty of pretexts to keep him busy. In
fact she had never been more waited
upon in her life, which was just what
she wanted. Bob however, didn't
complain. for the minutes and hours
went by and she asked no embarrass-
ing questions. She didn't make her
self disagreeable In that respect, and
as long as she didn't, he didn't mind
helping her over rocks. or toting her
At least, this was respite. His head
ache wasn't quite so bad: the fresh
air seemed to have helped it.
AS for her thinking him one of those
high-class society burglars. or social
buccaneers, it didn't SO much matter
to him. after all. He was getting rath-
er accustomed to the idea. OF course,
she would be terribly disappointed if
she ever found out he wasn't one, but
there didn't seem much chance of his
ever clearing himself in her mind, of
that unjust suspicion. At least, he re-
flected moodily, he was capable of
making one person in the world not
positively miserable. Last night when
he had parted from Dickie. he had
found a small grain of the same kind
of comfort in the fact that he Cor
TRUTH had not harmed Dickie. But
today Dickie had appeared saddened
by Dams and Clarence's troubles.
Then. too Bob had been obliged to
walk off. right in front of Dickie's eyes
with the temperamental young thing
whom Dickie wanted to marry the
worst way And here he (Bob) was
helping her over stones, "toting'
frizzling trout for her. and performing
hundred other little services which
should. by right. have been Dickie's
pleasure and privilege to perform.
Bob murmured few idle regrets
about Dic!Sie, but Miss Dolly dismissed
them-and Dickie-peremptori She
was sitting now. leaning against
tree and the slave, by command, was
lying at her feet
did you know she said dreamily,
81 am new woman?"
He didn't know. He never would
have dreamed it, and he told her so.
Yes she observed, 81 marched in
the parade to Washington. That is, l
started, went mile or two, and then
got tired But | marched there, in
principle. don't you see? think wom-
en- should throw off their shackles.
Don't syou?" Bob might have replied
he didn't know that Miss Dolly ever
had had any shackles to throw of, but
she didn't give him time to reply. 81
read a book the other day wherein
the women do me proposing" she
went on. Its on IN island and the
women are ssuperwomen.' All women
are super nowadays" She regarded
him tentatively. Her glance was ap-
praising. do you know of any rea-
son why women should not do the
proposing, Mr. Bennett?"
Cant say that do answered Bob
gloomily, feeling rs if some one had
suddenly laid q cold hand on his
breast, right over where the heart Is.
Her words had caused his thoughts to
fly back to another She might not be
proposing to the hammer-thrower at
that moment in that "super" fashion,
but the chances were that the ham,
mer-thrower was proposing to her. He
didn't look like chap that would de-
lay matters. He would strike while
the iron was hot.
The temperamental young thing
eyed Bob and then she eyed dreamy
looking cloud She let the fingers Of
one hand stray idly in Bob's hair as
he lay with his head in the grass.
at tries hard to curl. doesn't it,"
she remarked irrelevantly.
"What?" said Bob absently, his mind
about two miles and half away.
"Your hair You've got lovely hair
Bob looked disgusted. 1T started to
curl and then changed it's mind, didn't
it ?" she giggled.
Bob muttered disagreeably
II suppose you were one of those
curly-headed little boys?" went on the
young thing.
81 don't know whether was or not,
he snapped. He was getting back into
that snappy mood. Then 1t struck him
this might not be quite the truth, the
whole truth, and nothing but the truth.
for he added sulkily, Maybe I was"
81 can just see you" said the tenn
peramental young thing in a far-off
voice Nurse must have thought you
a darling"
The slave again muttered ominously.
He wished the temperamentaI little
thing would take her fingers away. |
They trailed now idly over an ear.
You're tickling said Bob ILL
She stopped trailing and patted in
gently and carelessly-
as if she were patting a big Newfound- |