Ottumwa semi-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1916-1918, 1916-12-26

I'm captain OF my soul. l nave mace
my protest. father-I have taken my
stand!' She spoke the last words
aloud, and so. real was he to her that
she heard his answer:
go on, little Chloe; l bless you!"
CHAPTER VII.
Chloe found her mother and sister
apparently as she had left them, wait
ing for her in the dining room. They
might justifably have met her with
GOODNESS. but Mrs. Cages well, my
little grill" was the tender welcome
of all her life, with only note of
anxiety added as though her little girl
had possibly been hurt. Sabra was
tranquil and pleasant as usual, and not
till long afterward did Chloe rSalize
the faint aloofness that had begun on
that day, and was never to change.
1t was not resentful, perhaps not even
conscious; merely the instructive,
cautious withdrawal of a person who
carries something very precious, but
fragile, from a jostliDg neighborhood.
In her gratitude that they did not hate
her, Chloe made a happy tale of her
application for work and it's startling
ly immediate result.
Il do love it, she said THE house
won't be so nice. mother; but wait till
give you my first pay envelope!"
81 think we might get a better girl
than Lizzie Mrs. Gage began reluc-
family.
"Oh | wish we could" Chloe ex-
claimed. "She isn't a friendly girl
oh n1 will
a laugh at herself Cant we change
right now"
Mrs. Gage had an objection. but
found difficulty in wording it, "she is
nice about waiting for her money" she
said at last. "Some~sgirls are cross
if it is day late. You see, it was just
time for Sabra's check when Mr..
Lindsey died" She was apologize,
as though confessing to bad manage
ment
"Never mind I shall have money
soon," Chloe comforted her. and felt
la new and thrilling pride in her own
power 81 do love Uncle Harry" she
cried.
In the morning Chloe jumped up
with forgotten buoyancy and went
off importantly-to her work She was
gone before Mrs. Gage had opened her
mail, and so knew nothing of the curt
notice that ended the hope of saving
Serene Gage The statue was to come
down in two days time, and the sug-
gestion that it be put up somewhere
else had been found impracticable. A
dry official regret closed the subject.
Mrs. Gage and Sabra discussed it over
a late breakfast, agreeing sadly that
there was nothing to be done. They
were careful not to speak of it before
Billy, feeling that only Chloe could
make the loss comprehensive to him.
The mail had brought better news
to Sabra. The ladies of the eugenics
board of managers, hastily called to-
gether, were coming to her relief with
a course of drawing room lectures. Al
ready they had the drawing room and
to sell the tickets and compose the
lectures. Sabra was in conference
over the telephone half the morning
and she walked as though an endless
platform stretched under her happy
feet.
"Afterward can give the same
course through the west she told her
mother. Il shall write to prominent
club members and ask them to work it
up for me. And these will lead to 9th
er drawing room courses hefe-it will
grow very fast. | shall earn good
living with fraction Of my time"
Mrs. Gage gave her unfailing glow
ing response. splendid, dear.
You're launched now, and | am sure
you deserve it. What shall you lee
ture about?' she added.
ooh, that will be easy said Sabra.
Billy found the day rather long.
Granny was good to him, but she an
swered his stirring communications
with her love rather than with her
attention, and he missed his Toto's
ever-ready interest. Granny took him
down to the statue for good night. but
the excursion lacked SAVIOR, and then
she had visitors. SO Lizzie had to give