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

DTOdu, Ucep WIuuOWS.
He required some seconds to accustom
his eyes to his new surroundings, then
bouncing out of bed and dressing with
unusual haste he found his way to the
garden.
"Ah," he said, inhaling with keen en-
joyment the pure, fresh air about him,
what contrast to the city! I wonder
If she is about"
You shouldn't speak your thoughts
aloud, if you don't wish people to hear
them. Have you just come down? I've
been up for hours. MAZE and l have had
glorious gallop."
Jack turned with a slight start, to see
Mary standing in the path beside him.
How did you get here without my
seeing or hearing your" he questioned
with some astonshment. Did you rise
from the ground or drop from the clouds?"
Neither, inquisitor. L am only an
ordinary mortal, so ordinary that am
about starved at the present moment.
Do come to breakfast, please"
Certainly" returned Jack, following
obediently, with great pleasure. / have
not been riding, but my appetite has as
sumed extraordinary proportions, con-
Tess"
Mr.. Willard was seated in the dining
room reading, but as they entered he
laid his book aside, and after kissing
Mary greeted Jack with kindly warmth.
Il hope you are both in good appetite, ="
he said, as they seated themselves about
The table. L can safely count on Mary,
| think"
Always, grandpa. More particularly
this morning [ am ravenous, and 1 see
mullins. Under the circumstances I
must begin my breakfast.
Grandpa" she added, when the first
edge Of her hunger was borne away,
Mr.. Beverly has confessed to being
something Of an artist. That something
is his qualification, not mine. He has
also promised to show me some Of his
sketches, provided l show him some
views worth copying. think that must
ne pleasant way of making ones liv-
ing. Painting pictures, mean"
Yes, my dear" smiled her grand
ment, rather than profession.
He turned his eyes questioningly upon
Jack
Il must confess to having made it my
profession" returned that young man,
pausing in the act of buttering his muf
fin.
The old gentleman appeared puzzled.
You surprise me. l understood you
practced law. Is it possible [ imagined
it, or could [ have been thinking of your
father? How well I remember his first
case. What q fine start it gave him. [
told myself then he would surely sit on
the sbench some day. Vain prophecy.
Alas, how time flies; it seems but a few
years since, and yet"
He sighed and fell into musing
mood
Evidently off his mental balance"
thought Jack, surprised at the informa-
ton he had just received. Father
never had a law case to my knowledge.
Perhaps I'm off too. 1t would not sur
prise me in the least. | wonder if l
shall hear any more new points in my
history"
In this he was disappointed. Mr.. Mil
lard preserved an almost unbroken ST.
lence during the rest of the meal, and
Immediately at its conclusion withdrew
10 his library, telling Mary to take good
care of Jack.
That leaves me to your tender NOR
cies," said Jack when they were alone.
What do you intend to do with me?"
Il don't know" she said quite serious
Iy. What would you like?"
suppose we Wdlh, ITO SuSStSuSu
We'll. Oh, forgot, have not fed
All right: let me help you"
YOU" she repeated with an ire
pressible smile. well, yes, you may,
but 1 warn you in time. You don't
known what you bargain for"
I'll bear the consequences. Lead
on"
Thus commanded, Mary tied her hat
under her chin, and with Jack in her
wake, proceeded to the kitchen.
is the chickens breakfast ready?'
she asked, walking in upon the aston
ished Jeanette. MIR. Beverly made
me forget the poor little things. hope
they have not starved to death"
Il wonder what you can be thinking
of, Miss Mary, was the answer, as jean
nette gave a comprehensive glance at
Jack standing meekly in the doorway.
OF the chickens, of course" re-
sponded Mary, composedly. Mr.. Bev-
erly intends to keep off the old hens and
roosters. He will be useful as well as
ornamental
Jack bowed gravely at this allusion to
his double capacity, while Jeanette
continued to look mildly shocked.
I'll feed them chickens myself" she
finally declared, with ungrammatical de-
cision.
You'll do nothing of the kind" was
the equally decisive reply. Here is the
pail, Mr.. Beverly; please carry it."
Certainly" was the prompt response,
as Jack brought down pile of kettles
and pans in his effort to reach Mary the
more readily. ANY damage?" he added,
stopping short.
No, SIR" answered Jeanette; but
do feel SO ashamed of Miss Mary"
Come" said Mary, with imperious
brevity; and, Jack obeying promptly,
they were soon the center of group Of
expectant chickens.
Evidently this pail appeals to their
appreciative minds and palates," re-
marked Jack; or is my manly beauty
the attraction"