Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1915-05-11

/ ~
walk the plank. Should she put him
in jail and then come and weep peni.
tently? At least, it would be thrilling.
that CASTOR feeling She felt no better
than cast-off clothes. This great big
brute of handsome man, instead of
jumping at the chance to elope with
one who had everything to offer such
one as he, had just turned around
and brought her back home.
Maybe he thought she wasn't wor-
thy Of him. Oh, wasn't she? Her
small breast arose mutinously, while
that CASTOR sensation kept growing
and growing. After rescuing him and
: saving him, instead OF calling her
"his beautiful doll' or other pet names
and humming glad songs to her-how
they would ROW, row. row" on some
beautiful river of love-or stroll,
stroll, stroll through pathways of per-
fume and bliss-instead of regaling
her with these and other up-to-date
expressions, appropriate to the occa-
sion. he had repudiated her, cast her
of, deposited her here on the front
steps, unceremoniously, carelsssly, In.
differently.
Her cheeks burned at the affront.
It was too humiliating. The little
hands closed. The temperamental
finger nails bit into the tender palms.
At that moment the monocle-man
sauntered out Of the house and on to
the veranda, near where Miss Dolly
was standing. She turned to him
quickly. Her temperament had about
ron chod tho R0r1ia MITCH
Bob went on down to the village and
to the taxi stand near the station
where he had promised to leave the
machine. The last train had just
passed by, after depositing the last
OF late:comers from the gay metropo-
lis. Most of them looked tagged; q
few were mildly 'corned." Bob re-
garded them absently and then gave
a violent start.
"Gee-gee!" he gasped.
There she was, In truth, the beau.
teous Gee-gee, and the fair Gid-up,
too! Bob gazed in CONSERVATION from
reddish hair to peroxide. The two
carried grips and were dressed in their
best-that is to say, each wore the
last thing in hats and the final gasp
in gowns.
Guess none of those society danes
will have thing on us, when 1t comes
to rags Gid-up murmured to Gee
gee, as they crossed the platform with
little teeny-weeny steps and headed
toward a belated hack or two and
Bob's machine That young man yet
sat on the drivers seat of the taxi;
he was too paralyzed to move as he
watched them approach. Where on
earth were Gee-gee and Gid-up going?
He feared to learn He had an awful
suspicion.
chauffeur Gee-gee raised be-
gloved finger as she hailed Bob. The
glove had seen better days, but Gee.
Gee-gee didn't bother much about
gloves When she had attained the
finality in hats and the ne plus ultra
in skirts, hosiery and stills (you asked
for "shoes'') she hadn't much time, |
or cash, left for gloves which were al
ways about the same old thing over
and over again, anyway. Chauffeur"
repeated Gee-gee.
Meaning me?" inquired Bob in !
muffled tones. Why didn't she take |
a hack? He had drawn up his taxi |
toward the dark end Of the platform. |
Yes, meaning yOu IcplAou Neo-eoe
sharply. Cant say l see any other
human spark-plug in this one-night |
burg"
What can do for you?" stammer-
ed Bob. He was glad it was so shad.
owy where he sat, and he devoutly
hoped he would escape recognition.
"What can he do? Did you hear
that?" Gee-gee appealed Indignantly
TO Gid-up Il don't suppose great
link like you knows enough to get
down and take lady's bag? Or, to
Bears tine. the ~ u~z