Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1892-03-03
CHAPTER ".

TINS place coulo DoaSG IHe PoSSo9ShoA VI
one"
But now that you know it can, your
opinion of US is raised, dare say. We
are slightly civilized, you see"
Jack made no comment upon Mary's
decidedly sarcastic words, but throwing
himself upon the grass beside her, he
began to unfold his paper. Presently
changing his mind he refolded it and
turning toward her said, somewhat il
relevantly:
DO you ever grow lonely here?"
She looked at him with some surprise,
and answered with unusual decision:
Never 1t is just the life [ love. I
have grandpa and the horses. If [ were
obliged to live in the city I firmly believe
/ would lose my mind. But of course
you can't understand such perverted
taste. You think New York heaven"
THE next thing to it, was the imper-
turbable answer. IF one could only have
all the money one could spend"
Most people don't know when they
have enough, returned the wise Mary.
The more they have the more they
want. What is money, anyway? If
have enough to eat and horse to ride
/ am satisfied. I don't care for dressing
not 2 snap of my finger. L could have
Il
for them. but don't, and / haven't met
The man or woman yet whom L would
take the least trouble for. Now l am
going to join grandpa. / see him in the
walk over there. You may do as you
please.
Thanks, said Jack, gravely, rising to
his feet; then | have an ungracious per-
mission to fellow you? Won't you try to
treat me a little more kindly? Make an
effort, as Mrs. Chick would say. Blythe
way, you are not acquainted with Mrs.
Chick"
NO. think should change my name
were l in her place"
DO you dislike it? TO me it is pleas
antly suggestive.
Il dare say, since she is your friend"
Now that you put it quite plainly, I
believe that she is my friend. l have
sometimes considered the ACCESSIBILITY Of
falling in love with her
The love that stops to consider is
scarcely worth having. commented Mary.
L suppose Mrs. Chick is a widow. l
don't admire widows. Does she live in
New York;"
This question, put in all sincerity, was
rather too much for Jack. Throwing
back his head he laughed uproariously.
May watched him with growing anger.
Why do you laugh?" she asked, as
calmly as her feelings would allow.
Jacks only reply was another uncon-
trollable burst of mirth.
You are laughing at mel" she cried
with blazing eyes. How dare you
laugh at me? Tell me, this instant, what
have said or done Tell me, say"
Her passion sobered Jack.
Please forgive me-, he said peni-
tently. Il am not laughing at you.
Rather at what you said Not that,
either-that is Pshaw! I'll tell the
truth. Mrs. Chick doesn't really exist.
you know. She is a character in one of
Dickens novels, and your"
Never mind explaining any more,
she interrupted, biting her lips fiercely.
read. | haven't the slightest idea who
on the subject"
Il hate him!" she cried fiercely to her
own reflection in her mirror that night.
Il do thoroughly hate him. He thinks
me an ignorant little goose, and so l am.
| never go truly despised myself. But
he sha mt remind me of E.y shortcom-
ings; indeed, he sham / suppose he
thinks | will take anything from him,
because | am country girl and know
nothing of city ways and manners. He
shall find out his mistake. He sha'n't
patronize me. If it were not for grandpa.
] d make this place too hot to hold him.
With this conclusion she walked to
the window, and, locAing down upon the
line Of light from the library window,
once more began her self-comments.
just as | thought. They are together.
[ wonder if grandpa by any possibility
could grow to like him better than me. If
| thought that. would hate him in
earnest"
She compressed her lips tightly. and
leaving the window she paused in the
center of the rocm with an air of irreso
luton.
Then, growing suddenly determined,
she thrust her bare feet into pair Of
well-worn slippers, and made her way
down narrow back stairway into the
the room where Jeanette was making
preparations for bed,
Mercy, save us, cried the somewhat
startled woman, as the flying figure
burst rather precipitately upon her.
You've nearly frightened the wits out
of me. Miss Mary. Why amt you
asleep"
Because I'm too much awake. want
to talk" Jeanette sighed audibly. For
her to so to bed under present circum-
stances, was out Of the question. you
see | grow tired of talking to myself"
explained Mary, seating herself on the
bed and dangling her feet from side to
side. so 1 decided to come down and
have a chat with you. Do you say you
are not sleepy"
"There'd be no use saying was, was
the answer, with commendable resigna-
ton.
True, returned Mary with reflect
i've air How lcng has Mr.. Beverly
been here, Jeannette?"
Mr.. Beverly" repeated Jeanette,
surprised at the unlooked-for question.
A week, / believe. No, more than
week. Ten days.
Ten days. That all? 1t seems more
like n month. DON'T Won think ba has