Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1916-02-10

agree on points, so that He heard
his wife's voice In the room off the
library, and broke off abruptly. Con
found It,; the women are coming!
Just step into my room with me, and
We'll go over this little matter, Ma
jor."
General Crandall held open small
door at the left Of his desk and fol-
lowed Bishop through. Lady Crandall
and Jane entered the library at the
same time.
This tea Of Georges is preposter-
ous," the lady of Government House
was grumbling. Said we must have
this man from Egypt here at once.
III you were English, no tea could
be preposterous," Jane countered,
with brave attempt at lightness. she
felt each passing moment a weight
adding to the suspense of the 1nevl-
table event.
"WeN, I'm going to get it through
with Just as soon as I can,' Lazy
Crandall snapped. Then Jaimihr
Khan threw open the double doors
and announced: Captain Wood
house, my LADY,"
SHOW him up!" she commanded;
then In complaint to Jane: Nov
where do you suppose that husband
OF mine went? Just like him to sug-
gest tea and forget to make an ap-
pearance."
Captain Woodhouse appeared be-
tween the opened doors in khaki and
trim puttees. He stood very straight
for an instant, his eyes shooting rap
idly about the room. Lady Crandall
hurried forward to greet him, and his
momentary stiffness disappeared. The
girl behind her followed slowly, al
most reluctantly. Woodhouse grasp
ed her extended hand.
1T was good of you to send the
flowers" she murmured. The man
smiled appreciation.
do you know" he said, latter |
sent them / thought you'd consider
me q bit-prompt."
IT am learning something every
day-about Englishmen,' Jane man
aged to answer, with a ghost OF a
smile.
always something good, hope"
Woodhouse was quick to retort, his
eyes eagerly trying to fathom the
cause Of the girls restraint.
Lady Crandall, who had been vain
ly ringing for Jaimihr Khan. excused
herself on the necessity of looking
after the tea things. Jane experience
ed quick stab of dread at finding
herself alone with this man. Unex-
pected opportunity was urging de-
cision which an hour Of solitude In
her room had failed to bring. Yet
she trembled, appalled, and afraid to
speak, before the very magnitude OF
the moments exigency. "A spy-a
spy" whispered austere duty. HE
will die!" her heart cried in protest.
Miss Gerson, it's good to see you
again and know by your handclasp
you have forgiven me for-for what
was very necessary at the moment
last night-our meeting in the Splen-
dide.' Captain Woodhouse was stand
ing before her now, his grave eyes
looking down into hers. The girl
caught a deep note of sincerity and
personal. Yet her tongue would not
be loosed Of it's burden.
"A very pretty speech" she an
swered, with attempted raillery. II
shall think Of It on the boat going
home"
II say, wish you weren't always in
that horrid state Of mind-on your
way home mentally" Captain Wood
house challenged.
\ IN do off
tomorrow, hope" she replied. Away
from all this bewildering war and
back in comfortable little New York. "
The man genuinely grieved at her
announcement.
New York must be worth while;
but imagine you have nothing pic
turesque-nothing old there. I'll wag-
er you haven't single converted mon.
astery like Government House in all
your city"
Not many things in New York
have been converted" she answered
with smile. "Our greatest need is
for a municipal evangelist"
False-all false, this banter! She
knew it to be. and so she believed he
must read it. And the man-his ease
of manner was either that Of limo
cence or of supreme nerve, the sec
ond not less to be admired than the
first. Could it be that behind his
serious eyes, now frankly telling her
what she dared not let herself read
in them. lay duplicity and a spy's
cunning?
II fancy you New Workers suffer
most from newness-newness right
out of the shop" she heard him say
ing. But the old things are TIE
best. Imagine the monks of a long
apn Yesterday fnastinr themselves be