Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1892-03-24
CHAPTER X.

WORDS.
CHAPTER X.
"You won't get no room down here,
sir. There's only one hotel in the place
and that amt nothing to speak of; and
such as it is, it's full There's quite a
big house up to Weston, sir. You might
be able to put up there. AS it's no great
ways, can drive you.
very we'll, replied Jack, in relieved
tone. Il don't feel like getting back to
New York tonight and [ must find
some sort Of a lodging. Get me there
as quickly as you can and I'll give you
| your own price.
Kind 'er unsettled, muttered the old
farmer, as he watched Jacks long, i'm
patient strides before the stable door.
However, the suggestion OF money
| proved an incentive to extra exertion,
and the old horse was soon ready for the
road.
Now, sir, guess we can start.
GAIL right, responded Jack, jumping
into the somewhat dilapidated- looking
vehicle. Il hope your horse is a good
| traveller"
Fair, sir, fair. I can't complain Of
him."
Jack did not hear these words. Light
ing his cigar, he leaned back in his seat
and maintained an unbroken silence for
the rest of the journey.
"At last, he said, as they pulled up
before the door of the worthy Mrs.
| Shrimp.
But here new disappointment
awaited him. Mrs. Shrimp hadn't a
| corner, she declared, with many regrets.
! People had come down on her so, she'd
| been driven to find a spot for John and
| herself.
/ Jack regarded her with helpless air.
/ Il have come from South Weston" he
| said, lin the hope of finding a room here.
[ might return to New York, of course,
| but that would Inconvenience me great
| ~. Perhaps you can suggest some
! hOuS e."
| Mrs. Shrimp shook her head All she
knew of was full. There was the Mil
lers, with as nice and neat q room as one
might wish. The gentleman might have
| had that. But then there was Mr.. Mil
| Ter"
What about him." interrupted Jack.
foreseeing possible lodging.
Nothing, sir. Except he's dead.
Died last night, and, of course, Mrs.
Miller being up to her ears in mourning
and sorrowing. Couldn t."
Certainly not" was the prompt re-
Spouse. II didn't dream the poor man
might be dead. I see, there's nothing
but to return to New York"
At this stage of the conversation a
young man, who had been sitting on the
| other side of the room, laid down the
| paper he held in his hand, and giving
Jack a scrutinizing glance, left his
| chair
Il beg PARDON" he said, addressing
| himself to Mrs. Shrimp. Il have heard
enough of your conversation to under
stand that this gentleman is looking for
a room, and that you are unable to ac-
commodate him. If he wishes to share
mine it is at his service"
Mrs. Shrimp looked relieved and Jack
gratifed. "Mr. Beverlys room is one
of the best, sir, large, airy
"AIr. WHOSE" interrupted Jack with
more force than politeness. beg your
pardon, will you tell me to whom l am
indebted?"
my name is Beverly" answered the
young man.
THE DEVIL" said Jack.
mo relation, I assure you, though I
am what the laity consider the next Of
kin, a lawyer. If you feel disposed,
shall be happy to show you my room.
The gentleman will register first, :"
put in Mrs. Shrimp, with due respect for
this always insisted upon preliminary.
Here, sir, if you please"
Jack took up pen, but paused as a
humping noise was heard in the next
room.
Its only John, " observed Mrs. Shrimp,
with calm reinsurance, Not having no
bed last night he's little upset this
morning" Apparently satisfied, Jack
dipped his pen into il, some rather thick
ink, and wrote in a large, bold hand,
Jack Beverly Mrs. Shrimp, standing
near, regarded him with a slightly be-
wildered air. In her estimation he was
upset also.
you've made a mistake, sir, if I
may be allowed SO to speak. You've
written Mr.. Beverlys name.
Have t. he asked imperturbably.
ct can't be helped, for, if [ may be al
lowed SO to speak, it is mine, too. Are
you Jack also, Mr.. Beverley
Il am, sir, as big a one as you are.
A much bigger one than I ever thought
myself before. Come to my room, for
heavens sake. I want to talk to you.
.s TO BE CONTINUED.
A Valuable Relic.
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