Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1916-02-17
CHAPTER XVI. fContinued.)

CHAPTER XVI. fContinued.)
70 Consul Reynolds, who swore he
would have to pay for thus neglecting
his consulate for so much as two
hours, had fallen the honor Of escort
ing Mrs. Sherman to table Willy
KimbaN, polished as to shirt bosom
and sleek hair, had eyes and ears for
none but the blithe Kitty. Next to
General Crandall sat Jane Gerson,
radiant in dinner gown of tricky
xauae oyerlaid on silk At her right
was Captain Woodhouse, In proper
uniform dinner coat faced with red
and gold. OF the whole company
Woodhouse alone appeared constraln-
ed, The girl by his side had been
cool in her greeting that evening; to
his conversational sallies she had an
sswered with Indifference. and now at
table she divided her favors between
#General Crandall and the perky little
consul across the table. 1t seemed
to Woodhouse that she purposely add
ed q lash of cruelty to her JOY at the
approaching departure on the morrow.
"Oh, you must all listen to this.'
Kitty Sherman commanded the atten-
'tion Of the table, with a clapping OF
hands. go ahead, Will; he had the
funniest accident-tell them about It,
Young Kimball looked conscious
and began to stammer
You're getting US all excited,
Willy" Henry ]. doomed from the op-
posite side of the table. What hap
pened?"
Enthusiastically quite ridiculous,
you know Hardly matter to-ah-
talk about" Willy fumbled the rose
in the laped of his jacket and search
ed for words you see, this morning
6I was thinking very hard about what
ID would do when | got back to Ke-
gwanee-oh, quite enthusiastic l am
about the little town. now-and L
well, mean to say. | got into my
bath with my wrist watch on
Shouts of laughter added to the
youths confusion. Sherman leaned
sfar across the table and advised him
In a hoarse whisper:
Il BUY a dollar 1ngersoll, Willy. 1t
hoats."
well, you might give him one of
yours, father" Kitty put in, in quick
defense ANYBODY who'd carry two
WAICneS around
1.-TWO watches?" Lady Crandall was
interested.
Henry J. beamed expansivefy, pulled
away his napkin, and proudly lifted
4 from each waistcoat pocket a pom
derous watch, linked by the thick
schain passing through buttophole.
This one"-he raised the right
hand time piece--"tells the time of
1.-THE place happen to be Unchanged
gsit so often I guess the works'n never
gbe the same again. But this one is
my pet. Here's Kewanee time-noG
atouched since we pulled out of the
NC. B. & @. station on the twentieth of
last May" He turned the face around
for the others to read. Just three in
Ethe afternoon there now. Old Ed Por-
tiers got the Daily Eenterprise out on
the street, and he's tilted back in his
office chair, readin' the Chicago Tri.
bune that's just got In on the two
Shve train. The boys at the bank are
sgoin' out to the country club for golf
young Pete Andrews wearin' the
knickerbockers his wife cut down
fronl his old overcoat; sort of a horse
4 blanket pattern. you might say. The
towns Just dozin' in the afternoon sun
and and not givin' hang whether
Henry J. Sherman and family gets
back or not
You're an old dear Lady Crandall
I dubbed. Some day Kewanee will
sserect statue to you
The talk turned to art and the man
1 from Kewanee even had the stolid
general wiping the tears from his eyes
by his description and criticism OF
some of the masters his wife had trOt
tied him around TO admire.
willy, youll be interested to know
we got painter in Kewanee now,
Henry j. cried 81 Member young
I Frank Coales-old Henry Coales' son
well, he turned out TO be an artist
BB92Too bad, too; his folks was fine peo
i pie. But Frank was aWfully head
strong about art. Painted . war pic
turs about ~ sis as that wall there