Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1892-02-25

boarded John Shrimp for nothing. Come
and have glimpse of this shining ex-
ample of welded bliss.
Come, say, but don't expect first
class accommodations You may share
my room. 1t is the best that could be
done for me under existing circumstan-
ces. I have this on the authority Of
Mrs. Shrimp, accompanied by one of her
sweet smiles, and prefaced by the re-
quest to be allowed SO to speak.
It has it's drawbacks, however, among
others, a lack of substantially in chairs,
bed, etc. I admire a certain steadiness
in furniture as well as people. II you
fancy the daily routine of my life I can
promise you plenty of it. Immediately
beneath my window is the residence Of
comely SOW, who is at present rearing
thriving family, and my interest is al
ways keenly alive to the interesting, not
to say instructive, spectacle.
Don't let this brief description brighten
you, for I really pine for a glimpse of
your seraphic countenance. It is now
almost mail time, and as l wish to get
this in must stop Immediately. Write
If you are alive, and come IL possible.
Yours, ETC., JACK BEVERLY.
zone duty accomplished, soliloquized
flourish he signed his name. "Astonish-
ing what bore writing is at times. Now
what to do with myself. A distressing
point to consider. / wonder if one
couldn't die Of stagnation here. might
under other circumstances. All! I had
almost forgotten my letter. will mail
that and then run over for chat"
This slightly ambiguous conclusion
was evidently highly gratifying to the
speakers feelings, for he smiled quite
cheerfully as he changed his coat, took
his hat from the peg on the door and
left his room.
Ten minutes walk brought him to the
postoffice, and upon his inquiring for the
mail, one letter was handed to him. AS
the writing was quite strange he turned
the envelope several times, examining it
critically.
Gaining no information in this way,
he went to the corner by the window,
and breaking the seal, read with much
surprise the several closely written
pages.
DEAR JACK-Your letter received and
much appreciated. Under present cir
cumstances 1 scarcely hoped to be re-
membered at all, and my disappointment
in that particular is therefore the more
gratifying.
upon reflection, I don't feel grateful
at all. After your pitching into me I
feel decidedly ungrateful, not to say be-
ligerent. What have I told Mr. Willard?
you ask, with inquisitorial brevity How
under heaven did l find out so much
about you, and why in the mischief
didn' l let you into the secret? Soyou go
on for a page or two. Now, my dear
fellow, just cool off a bit. There's moth
ing in the world to get into Mysteries
about. In substance, told Mr.. Willard
that you were my friend and an exceed
ingly nice young man in every respect.
What more would you have?
"As to family history, relationship,
genealogy, and such intricate subjects, I
know as little of yours as do of my
own. l refrain on principle from becom-
ing interested in such unsatisfactory re-
searches. My own family has never
been particularly distinguished, thank
heaven, and if I should, by some remote
chance, become great, 1 shall not be
subjected to the painful experience of
being overshadowed by my father nor
grandfather. This with all possible re-
spect for those two worthy gentlemen.
Speaking of family ties naturally sug-
gests Uncle John. The old sinner sent
me an article the other day on How a
Young Man Can Live on Ten Dollars a
Week. [ returned it with elaborate
thanks, and the mild inquiry as to
whether it might not be applicable to old
men as well. No answer as yet.
The city gets on pretty we'll without
you. A few people are still left. We
are not deserted village by any means,
though your quarters look dismal
enough. Scenery with you attractive,
you say. I'll warrant you find a certain
pair of eyes attractive, too. Well, I
fore, you know.
BY the way, [ ran across John the
other day. He inquired for you most
particularly. There's young stranger
at his house-weighs ten pounds, and is
said to resemble his father, so far as a
pronounced color permits one to judgeA
If you had married Mrs. John, as we
thought one time you might, this joy
would have been yours. Do you feel no
regret? Answer in your next. In haste,
FRANK"
Frank" repeated Mr.. Jack Beverly,
turning the letter in various directions,
with the air of one expecting Frank to
look out upon him from it's pages.
who in the devil is Frank? And who
is John, and Mrs. John, whom I might
have married, and the young visitor?
Confound it, wonder who is trying to
play joke on me. A mighty poor one,
I must call it. Frank! Frank! Did I
ever know anyone by the name Of Frank?
Never to my certain knowledge"
He knitted his brow over this effort at
recollection, and looking straight before
him, gave vent to a long, low whistle.
Then once more reading his letter with
out gaining any wisdom thereby, he put
it in his pocket, with the words, I'll
find the writer of this brilliant effusion
before die. Now to see if Miss Kitty
is at home"
With this idea in view, he sauntered
out into the shady street. and walked for