Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1916-01-08
CHAPTER II CONTINUED }.

s1irse hundred marks now, Billy
Gapper,s she said. The man echoed
Il tho words lovingly. Three hundred
I now. and my promise to try to get a
n number for you with-my people
That's fatr?"
.Falr as can be-, Louisa" He stretch.
u "a out clavlike fingers to receive the
II thin sheaf Of notes she counted from
e her roll. Here comes the wine-the
n vine I'm buying. Well drink to my
\ Success at landing q job with-your
II people," +.
'.For mo no more tonight" the
woman answered. my cape, please
she rose.
n snnt say!" Capper protested
SsssJust one more bottle-the bottle I'm
@6uying. See, here it is all proper and
d cooled. Marks the end Of my bad
8.iuck. 90 1t does. You won't refuse to
drink with me to my good luck that's
xoming?"
Your good luck is likely to stop
&Short with that bottle, Billy Capper,'
The said, her lips parting In a smile
4 half scornful. SaYou know how wine
ms played you before. Better stop
now while luck's with you"
Hanged II dol" he answered stub
"A bOfnly. after these months Of hand
" ~ mouth and begging for nasty pint
LOT ale IN common pub-leave good
wine when it's right under my nose
Not mel" Still protesting against he1
fefusal to drink with him the wine
Ne would pay for himself-the man
made that point Of injured honor
Capper gYudEngly helped place the
sS oapo of web lace over his companion
white shoulders, and accompanied hel
54eo her taxi.
II ~ you're here this time tomorrow
slight and sober" were her farewell
words, II may bring you your number
I'm tho you understand; that and
sSlOuF commission to duty"
3od bless you, Louisa, grit" Cap.
80 etammerod thickly. 'Tll not fall
W. watched the taxi trundle down
S4he brilliant mirror of Inter den Lin
der. sardontc smile twisting his lips.
hen he turned back to the world OF
|Sll9A& and perfume and wine-the
from which he haQ been barred
many months and for which the
Ss6tArve1 body OF him had cried out in
9s9cuy. ms glass stood Drumming;
n a0ney crina1ed in his pocket; there
s91 ore eyes for him and fair white
9ohcuIders. Billy Capper, discredited
Z ~. had come to his own once more.
The orchestra was booming rag
S4amA and tho chorus on the stage OF
'le Winter Garden came plunging to
Efhe footlights, all in line, their black
800 licking out from the skirts like
4 6fuDting spindles in some marvellous
!2 nxlno of stage craft. They screech-
sSd tho dnal line Of Germanized coon
song. the oymbals Changed "Zam-m-
u sa!r and folk about the clustered
tables battered applause. Captain
y yNoodhouse, at a table by himself,
4 pulled wafer of watch from his
Waistooat pocket, glanced at its face
N md looked back at the rocco en-
trance arches, through which the
# iate-comers were streaming.
Henry Sherman, do you think Kitty
ought to see this sort OF thing? It's
n positively Indecent"
The high-pitched nasal complaint
\ came from g table little to the right
I 81 the one where Woodhouse was sit
ting.
Tnere, there, mOLneT! NOW, Jun
& 90 taking all the Joy outa life just be-
I cause you're seeing something that
would make the minister back In Ke-
4Wanee roll his eyes in horror. This is
EEermany, mother"
Ess Out OF the tail of his eye, Wood
house could see the family group
ENherein Mrs. Grundy had sat down
EfO make fourth. A blocky little
Eman with a red face and pinky-bald
Ehead, whose clothes looked as If they
|ESShad been whip-sawed out Of the bolt;
Ea comfortably stout matron wearing
M bonnet which even to the untutored
Emasculine eye betrayed it's provin-
Eeialism; a slim slip Of a girl Of about
Nineteen with face like choir boys
kz4these were the American tourists
whose voices had attracted Wood
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