Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1892-02-18
CHAPTER L.

know Just how far his opinion goes.
However, the scenery is promising, and
dare say can stand few weeks of
this SO far so good. Now to see about
my trunk and then"
Hello! where is my trunk"
With the question on his lips the
speaker moved down the narrow plat
form without encountering the familiar
object he sought.
A small trunk Of black leather, bear
ing his initials but no further resem
blanee to his property, was the only OBJ
feet in sight.
a nice piece OF business" he NUT
tered. What's to be done, I wonder.
All, q man at last Perhaps he can
throw some light on the subject"
Your trunk, SIR" repeated the new
conner, when the grievance was ex
planned. isn't that it, sir?"
THAT thing." jack gave rather an I'M
complimentary glance toward the small
object Of black. No, mine does not
resemble that. in the least. They have
failed to put it off evidently, and mean
time am greatly nyenienced."
| am very sorry, sir NO mistake III
checking it, l SUPPOSE"
"MiStake--no. l bought my ticket Tor
Weston, and received my"
"Ah," interrupted the man, with
smile Of intelligence, this is South
Weston. Weston is five miles above"
Jack looked slightly bewildered.
South Weston he repeated, in per-
picked tones; Il don't understand"
No sir: a very natural mistake.
Two names much alike. I'll telegraph
tor your baggage. What name, please?"
Name? Oh, my name-Beverly, but
wait (; second. There's no necessity to
send for the hing. I'll take the next
train TO Weston"
IF you are Mr.. Beverly, sir, you don't
need TO go to " eston."
Jack turned with Il decided start to
see the station master nodding famil-
Early TO a short stout man who had
come rather nOiSeleSsly upon them.
Tn sorry Tn late, Sir" continued
The intruder MAZE was in one of his
tantrums The carriage is right here,
# you'll follow me"
"Carriage, repeated Jack, knitting
his brows in grave perpleNity. Whose
carraGe?"
e. An expression of surprise passed over
the mans somewhat stolid face.
Mr.. Milard's, sir" he answered,
"Your letter was delayed; we didn't get
IL until this morning. The old gentle
man and Miss Willard expect YOU"
THE deuce they do" muttcred Jack
under his breath. Willard! Willard!
All, the name Of Franks charming
friends; and my letter? Oh, Franks, [
dare say. Peculiar, though, L declare. l
wonder if this fellow is perfectly sane"
Look here" he added aloud; ARE you
quite sure that Miss, that is, Mr..
Oh confound it. Are you sure 1 am ex
pected?"
The old man evidently thought he had
wasted sufficient time in idle question
ing, for his answer was somewhat short.
Mr.. Beverly is expected, sir; l was told
80 meet him."
"All right" was the agreeable answer.
II cannot be mistaken in my own iden-
1ity. Under the circumstances, [ sup
pose, ! should telegraph for my trunk.
What is your name? Toby, eh? And
shis is the carriage and Maize. Well,
Toby, let me know when we reach our
destinations"
With these words Jack stepped into
Che carriage, lit cigar, and settled him.
self to enjoy the picturesque scenery
about him.
Here we are, sir"
After twenty minutes riding Tobys
head was thrust through the window
with this information.
Are WEI" questioned Jack, recalling
his wandering thoughts and turning his
attention to the house before him. 1t
was u long, low structure of stone and
wood surrounded by broad verandas and
quaint, old-fashioned garden, whose
beds and borders were a medley of
bright hued flowers.
Here comes Miss Willard. sir.
Again was Toby's head thrust through
Che window, and Jack found a fresh OBJ
sect to engage his attention. This time
St was girl riding towards him.
Whether she was pretty he could not
decide after his first brief scrutiny, but
her attire was highly notwithstanding.
The faded, ill-titting waist and skirt had
evidently been diverted from its original
use, and dignified into a riding habit,
and the battered straw hat, confined be-
meath her chin by an almost colorless
piece Of ribbon, bore ample proof of long
and hard service.
An addressed woman is always an
'abomination, commented Jack, but
that rig rather beats anything I've yet
come across. | begin to think this fam
lily slightly OFF their mental balance.
Confound that hat. 1t hides her face
completely"
Back already, Toby?" asked fresh,
clear voice, in lowered tone, as the
owner of the old hat came to a stand
still.
Yes, Miss Mary and I've got him."
"Oh, Toby" was the answer in half
whisper. What way to express it.
He may think we have some designs up
0n him. Is he in there?"
Yes. MISS" returned Toby, glancing
%hrough the carriage window to assure
himself on this point.
Mary slipped from her saddle.
Il suppose you are Mr.. Beverly" she
said, looking rather curiously at Jack
Z am glad to see you, Mr.. Beverly.
Won't you come in. will tell grandpa
you are here"
The tone was warm and cordial and