Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1891-02-26

was still burning, and she looked shyly
"Mr. Pollard, this is Cousin LOU"
said Mrs. Hewitt.
eve have already met" said Pollard,
whereupon she blushed and looked
angry, and he regretted his want OF
tact.
Pollard had been there but a short
time when he felt that after all there
were worse places in the world; and. as
for Cousin Lou, there were worse girls
Miss Aspin wall-Jones for instance.
There were walks on the beach, drives
and chats after tea every day, and he
came to know Cousin Lou better in a
week than if he had met her in society
for year.
There was peculiar charm in her
presence, witchery in her manner
that aided her physical charms. Her
mind was treasure house that day by
day yielded its store, and Pollard began
to feel ashamed of his ignorance of many
things this girl knew better than he.
The inevitable happened one day.
They were returning from a walk on the
beach. A ou'wester was blowing and a
mist lay at sea; rain had begun to
drizz}e when they reached the house
and light streamed from the front
windows.
"This is much like the first night l
| met you," he said.
"Yes," she said, with rising infec-
ton that was peculiar to her voice.
"And it seems so very long ago." he
added.
"Yes?'
and since then 1 have dcovered
something tell you what it is p
Silence.
II love you very much-may I hope?
May | hope that some time you will tell
me that you love me "'
"Yes"-this time without the rising
infection.
That was all there was to it, or nearly
all, and the next day Harry Pollard
went away.
"Now for the governor" he said to
himself as the train neared Boston. He
found him at the office and was met
with frown.
"What's this l hear from Lenox 2" his
father said.
From Lenox ?" and the younger Pol
lard looked as innocent as lamb.
"a person by the name of Mrs: As
pinwall-Jones writes me that you have
proposed to her daughter. Is it true? 20
"WelI, yes; | suppose it is" replied
the younger man desperately.
"You won't marry her. sir-dO you
hear?"
"Eh q" replied Pollard the younger,
sadly beWi!dered.
81 have broken off the engagement,
sir, wrote, 10 her and told her you don't
Get q cent OF my money unless you mar
ry as direct. She wrote back that it was
very cruel, very wicked in me to wreck
two young lives, but | wrecked them.
There, sir, is a package the young
woman sent me, containing a few jim
cracks you sent her." and the elder
man handed the astounded youngster
a package. "NOW, don't let me hear of
any more such nonsense"
at seems too good to be true" al
most shouted the exultant youth.
THANK you, governor, awfully," and
he grasped his fathers hand enthusi-
astiCally.
Good bless my soul, what do you
mean, I say ? What do you mean ?"
He had scarcely gained the street
when he remembered Carolyn Cannon,
and he hadn't said q word to his father
about Bob's cousin Lou. Perhaps he
had better wait.
But what did his father mean by say
ing that be must marry as he should di-
rect? If he went against his wishes he
would not get cent of money from his
IdIhci, anu lHoliey you kLOW, lS dL 6A-
tremely necessary article, even if it is
Glove in a cottage" But Lou-his faith
er must see her to agree with his son
that she was the most glorious woman
in the world.
And that Carolyn Cannon affair-hoW
could he get out of that? He would 60
to LenOX, at all events, and face the
music. Perhaps something would turn
up. But how could he explain his sud-
den departure Business?-yes, very
important business took him away.
When he got to Lenox it was about II
O'Clock in the morning, and he felt very
seedy, having had but little sleep the
night before.
He went to the hotel and freshened
up a bit, and then started to walk to
Miss Cannon's cottage, which was but
a short distance away.
On the way blackboard drove by,
and he saw Miss Aspinwall-Jones and
her scheming mamma. The latter
bowed coldly, the former etfusively, as
if to show she didn't care much, after
all. Pollard returned her bow little
awkwardly. He felt sheepish, remem-
bering what had passed in the brougham
that night. AS he neared Miss Can
mons cottage he nerved himself up as
to what he should say. Should he deny
the existence of their engagement, say
she misunderstood him, or should he
throw himself on her mercy and say
they had both made a mistake?
About hundred yards ahead of him
he saw her turn corner-how we'll he
remembered that tall, graceful figure
and that languid, deliberate gait. He
FASTENED his steps to overtake her, but
she turned into her gateway before he
could catch up with her. He would
have called out to her, but some people