Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1916-01-06

and delight in her racy nervous
speech, in the dexterity of her idiom
and patness of her Characterization.
Here was a new sort of girl for him.
Not the languid creature Of studied
had known, but virile, vivid, spark
ling woman of new land, whose I'M
pulses were as unhindered as her
speech was heterodox. She was a
new type, too. Unafraid, she threw
herself into the competition Of a
mans world; insensibly she prided
herself on her ability to make good
expressive Americanism, that-un-
der any handicap. She was woman
with Sob; Captain Woodhouse had
never before met one such.
Again. here was woman who tried
none Of the stale arts and tricks OF
coquetry; no eyebrow strategy or
maidenly simpering about Jane Ger.
son. Once sure Woodhouse was what
she took him to be, gentleman, the
girl had established frank basis OF
comradeship that took no reckoning
Of the age-old conventions Of sex al
lure and sex defense. The unconven.
tionality of their meeting weighed
nothing with her. Equally there was
not hint of sophistication on the
girls part.
So the afternoon sped, and when
the sun dropped over the maze OF
spires and chimney pots that was Par
is, each felt regret at parting.
"To Egypt, yes" Woodhouse rue
fully admitted. "A dreary deadly
place in the sun for me. To have
met you, Miss Gerson; it has beer
delightful, quite"
81 hope" the girl said. as Wood
house handed her into taxi, II hope
| that If that war comes it will find you
still in Egypt, away from the firing
line" .a..
"Not fair thing to wish for mar
in the service" Woodhouse answered
laughing. Il may be more happy
when / say my best wish for you Ii
that when the war comes 1t will fnc
you long way from Paris. Colby
Miss Gerson, and good luck"
Captain Woodhouse stood, heels to
gether and hat in hand, while her tax
| trundled off, farewell flash of brown
eyes rewarding him for the military
correctness of his courtesy. Then he
hurried to another station to take
train-not for Mediterranean por1
and distant Egypt, but for Berlin.
CHAPTER II.
From the Wilhelmstrasse.
ut would be wiser to talk In Ger
man." the woman said. I'm these
times French or English speech. ir
Berlin" she finished, with lifting
of her shapely bare shoulders, sufflci
emily eloquent. The waiter speedec
his task Of refilling the mans glass
and discreetly withdrew. ......-
ooh, I'll talk in German quick
enough" the man assented, draining
his thin half bubble of glass down te
the last fixing residue in the stem
"Only just show me you've got the
right to hear, and the good fat bank
notes to pay; that's ALL" He proppec
his sharp chin on hand that shool
slightly. and pushed his lean flushed
face nearer hers. An owlish caution
fought the wine fancies in his shift
ing lynx eyes under Redeemed lids
also there was admiration for the
milk-white satin skin and ripe lips O.
the woman by his side. For an in
stant-half the time of breath-s
flash of loathing made the woman's
eyes tigerish: but at once they chang
ed again to mild bantering.
80? Friend Billy Capper of Brus
sells has a touch Of the spy fever him
self, and distrusts an old pal?' She
laughed softly, and one slim hant
toyed with a heavy gold locket on hel
bosom. Friend Billy Capper forgets
| old times and old faces-forgets ever
the matter of the Lord Fisher letters
| -" ... ...
"Chop it. Louisa" The man called
Capper lapsed into brusk English a!
he banged the stem of his wineglass
on the damask. mo sense in rakins
that up again-just because I ask yol
| a fair question-ask you to identif.
yourself in your new job"