Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1915-05-11
CHAPTER XIV. (Continued.)
Guess that settles It, observed tn
PETEY DINK

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kdriver
You mean" began Bob cycling
him.
TT means obey orders. She's my
fare. not you. We just picked you
up.
4 And that's your last word?" omin.
Eously.
b Say. lady"-the driver turned wear.
FLY have got to suppress this crazy
Imam you got out Of the bug-house?"
Maybe that would be good plan
answered Miss Dolly, militancy now
lin her tone ''That is, If he doesn't
&get in, just sweet and Quiet-like.'
a "It'll be twenty dollars extra" said
Eahe man, rising. He was big fel-
bow, too
Make 1t thirty returned Miss Dol
IN spiritedly. It was an issue and had
Ito Be met There was an accent of
On-to Parliament" in her voice. One
Scan't show too much mercy to a
slave" when he revolts. One has to
SSuppress him. One has to teach him
who Is mistress. A stern lesson, and
THE slave learns and knows his place.
Now mind the lady and get back
where you belong" said the driver
roughly to Bob. your tiles are loose,
and the lady knows what is good for
10 ding-bat like you" Possibly he
thought the display Of little author
lily would be quite sufficient to tntim1-
date q recent patient" They usually
became quite mild, he had heard. when
the keepers talked right up to them
like that The effect Of his language
and attitude upon Bob was not, how
ever. quieting; something seemed to
explode in his brain and he made one
spring and got football hold; then
he heaved and the big man shot over
his shoulder as il propelled from
scatapult He came down in ditch,
where the breath seemed to be knock
ed out of him. Bob got on In front.
AS he started the machine, the man
sat up and looked after him. No doubt
he had had the surprise of-Ais life.
"I'll leave the car in the village
when I'm through with It," Bob called
back. "A little walk won't hurt: you
The man didn't answer Gee! but
that's a powerful lunatic for a poor
young lady to have on her hands,"
he said to himself.
u An hour or 80 later Bob drew up in
front OF Mrs. Ralston's house. He
opened the door politely for Miss Dol
~ and the temperamental young thing
sprang out The guests were still up,
indulging in one Of those late dances
that begin at the stroke OF twelve,
and the big house showed lights every
where. There were numerous other
taxis and cars in front and Bob's ar
rival attracted no particular attention.
Miss Dolly gave him look, militant,
hut still adoring She let him see she
had claws.
Maybe III tell she said
&s "Go ahead" he answered.
Aren't You afraid?'
sf "No." He hadn't done anything
wrong.
Aren't you even sorry?" she asked,
lingering.
For WHAT"
u Being so rough to that poor MANI"
"I'm not. Good night
Good night-darling." She threw
out that last word as challenge. 1t
had tender but sibilant sound. 1t
was a mixture of caress and
scratch. 1t meant she hadn't given
UP her hold on him. He might have
defeated her in one little contest, but
she would weave new ways to entrap
him. She might even manage to make
him out murderer-he had been SO
many things since embarking on that
mercurial truth-telling career-and
then she would give him the choice
Of the altar or the chair.
He started the machine and she {
watched him disappear. musingly.
There was steely light. too, in her
ewes. He was a mutineer and mutt