Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1892-03-17
CHAPTER VIII.


CHAPTER VIII.
Grandpa, you have not admired my
new hat. [ have been here five min
utes, and you have not noticed it.
Haven't I, my dear? [ find the face
| beneath it SO much prettier that must
! spend ali my time on that.
SOh, grandpa, what fatterer you
arel"
Mary's arms were about the old gen
tleman's neck, and bear-like hug was
the recompense for his compliment
But to return to my hat, because [
must be going in minute. Do you like
it?"
"Very much. Is it your selection?"
| He pretended to examine it critically.
NO; really had nothing to do with
| it. Jeanette took upon herself to buy it;
and what do you suppose she did with
my old one?"
Il really cannot pretend to guess.
Well she burned it; actually put it in
the kitchen stove. [ was SO mad. [ did
not care for the old thing, but her i'm
pudence was more than [ could stand
"She thought it had outlived it's use
fulness, Mary. Certainly this one is an
! improvement. Where are you off to
! nOw?"
ITO drive with Mr.. Beverly I should
have been ready a half hour ago, but
| life's too short to hurry"
Better late than never" declared
Jack when Mary found him two minutes
later. I've been practicing patience
for the last quarter of an hour
a good thing 10 practice, commented
Mary, as they drove off. What did you
think about while you waited?"
We'll, | thought it about time for me
to be leaving, for one thing. I've staid
an unconsci0nable time. Do you want
| me to go?"
What strange question. Do you
doubt grandpa's sincerity?"
by no means [ wish [ were equally
sure OF your feelings"
Il have no feelings to be sure Of" she
reioined, with some haste, and the con-
| seriousness OF q new strange sensation
at her heart.
Il fear Frank has proved himself
poor student OF human nature. May I
tell you what he said of your"
You may, but shall not feel greatly
interested, as [ have not the slightest
idea who Frank is"
Not know who Frank is" he repeated,
turning surprised look upon her. "Of
course you DO"
But you must" insisted Jack.
you've forgotten him. He's fine fell
low, but rather light. He likes you i'm
mensely, and admires Mr. Willard more
than any man he knows, he told me-"
Does he? He is an appreciative
youth. [ begin to like him."
Then please watch this growing at
tachment, or | shall become jealous.
There's a fine view, but to appreciate it,
we should be out of this carriage"
LET US get out then. Tn tired Of
sitting, anyway. Aren't you?"
"Slightly. You never tire of sitting
on a horse, though. Do you? Who
taught you to ride, Miss May?"
Toby. When I was a baby he used
to take me to the fields and tie me on
the horses back. [ loved it even then. !"
L certainly congratulate your teach
er. He should go to New York and go
in the business.
You forget his style is not New York
style"
True, we must consult fashion and
not taste"
Il don't see why. I have no respect
for people who think only of fashion.
Besides, don't like the New York style
of riding. prefer even mine"
do you?" he asked quizzically, and
then with daring he regretted imme
diately, he added, Which style? You
know you have two"
which," she repeated, unable for one
brief second to comprehend his meaning.
"Ah," she added, with lips quivering,
and eyes filled with passionate reproach,
You are generous"
Il am a Brute" he answere1 penitent-
~ Forgive me, Mary, am so sorry"
He approached her as he spoke, but
with gesture OF adherence she moved
away from him.
Don come near me-" she cried in a
| half smothered voice. Don't dare to
come near me. won't believe you are
sorry. You-you are only too glad to
pain and embarrass me. YOU Don't
interrupt me: I will have my say. You
talk to me as you wouldn't dare to talk to
those other girls you think SO much Of.
They are not q bit better than I am
not one bit. I hate every one of them.
l hate you, too. hate you so much it
almost suffocates me-"
And as if to verify her words Mary
sat fiat on the grass and gave way to an
angry burst of weeping.
Mary" pleaded Jack, somewhat I'M
steadily, you are making me feel aw-
| fully bad"
i wish / could make you feel thou
sand times worse" she returned indig-
nantly, dashing the tears from her eyes.
L am a little fool to care. I don't care
! for what you said, but it is because you
dared to say it that I feel ready to kill
! you"
"Mary---" he began again.
Don't call me Mary" she interrupted
with passionate emphasis. 4 will never
be Mary to you"
I have hoped to call you by dearer
name," he answered in voice whose
| tenderness thrilled her, despite her de-
| termination not to be moved.
He came closer to her, and took one
of her trembling hands.
| She snatched it quickly away.
L told you not to touch me, she said,
but her voice was not as firm as she
tried to make it.
| Evidently Jack found some slight en-