Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1916-03-23

never want to see feather. work
with them all day. Please return it to
the street! I'd throw it in the fire
but feathers smell so when they burn
and Miss Crex will think I'm cooking
We're not allowed to cook in oul
rooms"
IT would if I were not Irish. But
can't see green 60 down." He pulled
the feather through his buttonhole
And now l must 60. But, say, will you
do something for me, If it's not asking
too much?''
yves, l suppose SOL" His eyes were
so blue and honest! What is it,"
I'm going to party and my only
pair OF gloves need mending. Do you
think you could put in a stitch?"
Yes, indeed! I'll be glad to-
Then I'll be going by in fifteen min.
utes. l can't come up. Have you any
thing you can let down "
Out of the window, you mean?'
YES
I'll tie string to my hat"
Good"
But when they are done, what will
you do?"
When they're done! Oh! I'll just
whistle"
Then, good night. If you stand
there any longer, Miss Crex will come
up and send you down. She's part1cu'
lar about what we do"
''All right. Don't forget the hat
Fifteen minutes later Clara Jane
drew up the hat, basket like, from the
depths of the street.
ITS heavy. wonder If he's brought
his darning and weekly wash" 49,.
Bump! The hat arrived containing
a large paper parcel that smelled de-
licious when opened.
Sausages, a soft shelled crab, bak'
ed potato, hot rolls, butter, marmalade
and cake from nearby restaurant.
Clara Jane stood awhile and debated.
"The proper thing for me to do is to
throw it into the street. / don't know
his name and he's very presuming. But
how can I when I'm hungry enough 10
eat the heels off my slippers, and have
only car fare for morning? Tomorrow's
pay day, thank goodness! I'll have TO
eat"
So she did-even the potato skin.
Then she waited for the whistle, all
evening, but none came and she was
glad Of it after ALL She was beginning
to like her Irishman.
Clara Jane awoke with the birds,
country fashion, put an old buckle on
her hat where the feather thing had
been and drank some coffee made over
the gas jet. Then she went to work.
Her particular department of the big
store was feathers. 81 hate to go in,''
she protested as she tied on her apron.
81 wonder if they won't give me roses
and flowers instead. That's the floor
above and it would be change Of
scene as we'll as occupation. II ever
get into the trimming department I'll
know the millennium has comet,
She was talking aloud and didn't
know it. It came from loneliness.
think it's here said voice sus-
piciously like the Irishman's. !,
Clara Jane turned and confirmed the
suspicion. Where are the gloves l
was to mend?" r. g.. -
His face fell. 81 forgot all about
Them ~. p, --r-r, ia.
"You told story!" 1885,.
"a downright black lie. It's terrible
sorry am ~.
"You don't look it. Anyway you are
forgiven" .,N
THANK heaven!' -.&
1.-The crab was fine"
"Yes'm!"
"And the sausages were better!"
"YeS'm!"
Don't say that again. And the po-
tatoes and rolls and all the rest OF the
stuff were delicious! 1t saved my life"
She bent her arm. I'm as strong as
Samson this morning. could pluck an
ostrich, much as hate feathers"
Il came to see about it"
About what?"
Giving you another position. This is
my store, Miss-Lady-F rom-the- Country
Who Needs ll-Her-Name.
"My name is Clara Jane Amherst.
suppose you are Mr. Terry if you own
the store .,-
you don't seem much impressed"
I'm not hate the old place. Any
way Id rather work with the flowers"
won't anything else do
"Well can't starve, so can't leave
If you order me to the cellar to shovel
coal I'll have to CO."
Worse than that. I'm going to order
you out of the store and into my house
if you II go. never wanted wife I'M