Ottumwa semi-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1916-1918, 1916-12-29
Eueniing Story
A FEUp AND ITS FINISH.
BY Catherine cranmer.
Copyright, 1916. by Mcclure News
paper Syndicate)

BY Catherine cranmer.
j Downright, 1916. by Mcclure News
paper Syndicate)
'If you really need me, Aunt Vir-
ginia, I'd gladly abandon my plans.
but it does seem such a dreadful
waste to spend ones whole life in
CRANKY That's why want to get out
and be in touch with the big things
that are happening Virgie's voice
was caressing, even is her words were
! bit ABRUPT.
| but | dislike the thought OF your
having an office just as man would
and depending upon that for your very
living. Be careful, dear. that this
career of yours does not careen be-
| fore 1t gets well launched" Miss Car
Isle followed this remark by care
full scrutiny of the tiny stitches in the
monogram on Virgies rough linen art
(! lists apron.
! "Oh. J know how your aristocratic
ear is shocked by the mere words
| commercial artist and you think 1t as
much a paradox for art to lend itself
to commercial uses as for girl of the
/ Carlisle family to adopt anything 9th
er than the conventional social career
! which has been followed by the Car
,lisle women from Colonial days down
TO now.
Exactly so. my dear. and il would
make me verv happy if ! could make
you see it So.
I; Can't he done" laughed Virgie,
| shaking her head. Come. though.
let's not create a family feud over it.
By the way. Aunt Virginia. tell me the
cause of that old feud between our
family and the PolarGs.'
Now what made YOU think OF
that?' asked Miss Carlisle, in puzzled
/ surprise
The news that Stanley Pollard III.
! has bought the old family place. and.
according to the sossips. is over there
now instructine his tenant and sizing
/, up his bargain
Bargain. indeed" shifted Miss Car
isle. "a run down farm with tumbla
down house of pre-Revolutionary or
igin'
But tell me. Auntie what was the
cause of that "uarrel?"
"Oh mere matter of disputed
boundary line between lands in the
first Mace and from that there grow
disnutes over other things. Oh Mr.
Pollard was adamant once he m@de IN
his mind, and you may he sure Grand
father Carlisle would rot b"dge from
his position when he felt it to be
right
"Oh. really. wasn't it too funny"
Vir~io laughed.
Funny? How can you say such a
thing?" Miss Carlisle was stern.
Don't you see that it was clear
case of two adamaut bodies vainlv
trying tr. make dent in each other?
I've no doubt if they had united their
efforts instead they would have
achieved wealth and fame which
would have made II unnecessary for
the great grandson Of one to buy BACK
the old home on time payments and
the great granddaughter Of the otner
to work for her living
"All your idealistic notions would
have been sadly out of place in that
quarrel which led to so much bitter
ness" said Miss Carlisle, with firm
shake of her head.
That's what was needed to temper
the heat of the quarrel, auntie: for
when we come to understand people
who have any sort of caliber we lind
so much in them to like that we want
to cooperate with them instead OF
auarreling Why. last week. when
went up to the Office building to in
spect the Office I'd rented, | got out
of the elevator and went down the cor
ridor to the corner room facing the
river" Virgie planted her elbows on
the sewing table. and leaned far
across toward her aunt in her eager,
mess to make her get the full import
of her story
"Atter I had left orders for my office
walls to be tinted buff she continued.
l.imagine my rage when | walked into
that room and saw workmen doing
those walls in bilious yellow. A tai
young man who stood there as if he
had all sorts OF authority scarcely
deigned to notice me. but | swept into
the room. exclaiming: stop work at
;once until I've seen the manager.
These walls are to be buff, not yellow.
THE young mans eyes blazed bit.
but he said. quite icily: Pardon me
IF I'm surprised at your criticism OF
my taste: hut it really isn't my taste,
for all specified was that the office
was to be cleaned and ready for oc-
cupancy by noon today. I'm going up
now TO give the manager round be-
cause it isn't ready
While | stood there accumuIatins
rage enough to blow up battleship
one Of the decorators turned and drlly
remarked: Both of We seem to be on
a false trail. for this office happens to
be used by an old gentleman for his
law library. and thems his books
there under the tarpaulin. Virgic
paused to laugh at her aunt's Mortified
repression.
That workmen's GOODNESS seemed
to be q sort OF wet blanket on our an
ger" she continued. land when We
turned and looked at the number on
the door it was 1913 instead Of 1743
which 1 had rented or 194S which the
man had rented We had both got on
at the wrong floor and as each of the
nineteen floors in the building had
identicaliy the same arrangement. had
met in the corner Office. When We