Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1916-09-09
EOening Story
WORTHY OF REMEMBRANCE.
BY Elsie See.

| Newspaper Synd1cate.)
! Talk about the quiet of village"
muttered Larry Elliott, as he sleepily
arose on the second morning of his
vacation at Anglersville, but if
there's a quiet moment from the time
the first robin chirps at daybreak un-
til the village band quits practicing at
midnight haven't been able to locate
it." r-r ..~"@
A few moments later Larry was out
for walk before breakfast. Ignoring
the narrow strip Of concrete sidewalk,
he was swinging along in the middle
OF the street when he gave low, M
drawn whistle, for coming toward him
from the dusty road which led down
| by the railroad was a slim girl in a
soft white waist and khaki skirt. The
tints of her copper colored hair blend
| ed with the brown centered yellow
| daisies she carried and Larry's delight
| ed admiration shOne in his frank,
brown eyes.
Just then the village quiet was brok-
! en- by the excited yells Of small boy
whose three cows being driven to pas
ture decided to bolt their keepers
care and dash back to the lot where
: their lately weaned calves stood bawl-
ing. Along the road just behind the
girl, the clumsy animals swung, moo
ing humblingly and tossing their
heads angrily. The girl turned her
head and took one glance at them, but
stood motionless with fright. On
ward lunged the COWS and the small
boy continued to yell excitedly. Lar
ry bounded to the girls side. With
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with the other heDwaved his Panama
hat wildly back and forth in the faces
of the cows, whose numbering move
ments came to a sudden halt. The
next instant, though, they swerved to
either side and went on toward their
crying offspring. Larry could feel the
girls arm trembling but he looked at
her with such a friendly, amused
smile that she laughed.
Thank you for rescuing me- Her
voice was a bit trembly. "Ive had
foolish terror Of cows all my life.
though never before have had any
real reason to fear them"
"Glad to be of service" said Larry
and hoping to prolong the converse
tion he ventured to add, For fear the
ogres renew the attack at some other
point on your Journey, won't you let
me go along to wave them away
again?'' He held up his hat threaten :
ingly and both of them laughed
"Ogres are as nothing to the
tongues of village gossips, Sir knight
of the Panama. said the girl demure-
ly.
"Oh, bother the tongues and the
thousand other things in this burg
which won't keep quiet |
But every moment we stand here
makes material for those tongues"
said the girl, taking a backward step |
80 I must move on. Thank you, |
again"
For your sake I'll move on, too, |
according to the ethics of the gossips, |
have l your permisson?' Larry's eyes |
were pleading so earnestly that the |
the girl smiled and pulled long |
stemmed daisy from the bunch she !
carried.
Yes, and here's a mascot" tossing i
him the flower May it bring you
luck!"
Larry returned to his breakfast |
with a contented smile and ravenous
appetite AS his landlady hustled
about the sunny, rag-carpeted dining
room, he longed to ask her about the
girl he had met, but knew it would
be unwise. He felt that the charming
girl was in the sleepy village. but not
of it.
Would that I had been hidden to
call upon her instead of upon the
prim spinster who was my grandmoth-
er's boarding school chum." Larry
sighed at this thought. but stoically
drew from his pocket the note of in
PRODUCTION his grandmother had ad-
dressed to Miss Arabella P. Mortimer
He resolved to make the promised
call that afternoon so that he might
pursue the pleasures of his vacation
without qualms Of conscience for
duies unperformed.
He set out that afternoon expecting
to be received in a darkened drawing
room by an oppresively dignifed spin
ster, and his expectations were fully
realized. Miss Mortimer was just as
he had pictured her, even to the way
she folded her thin hands across each
other in her lap. While listening cour-
teously to her precisely worded re-.