Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1892-02-25
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But L have no apron, eApOSJulaIed
Jack.
well, you must shake something;
your coat will do. There, they are in.
Get stick, quick, and should another
chicken try to pas, strike it, ii you can"
Mary gave these instructions with the
utmost gravity. The ludicrous side of
the situation did not appear to her in
the least, and Jack, quite carried away
by the excitement of the chase, had no
time for any other consideration.
you look tired already" observed
Mary, after a few seconds, as Jack
paused from his apparently labori-
Gus efforts to mop his brow. Take
rooster coming up behind you. Send
Shot Sho! Didn't 1 tell you not let
her in?"
as she in?" cried Jack, in distressed
tones. "Confound her, she was out
second ago. Here, you white imp, come
out. No, you don't. Get out! Get Quit"
Say 'Sho,'" interrupted Mary. They
don't know what Get out means. Look,
quick! There's another rooster trying
to get between your feet. I don't be-
lieve you are much help after all. !"
Mary come to this conclusion as the
rooster succeeded in eluding Jacks
stick, and with outspread wings and a
shrek of victory sailed into the forbid
den Eden.
Help" he repeated in disguised
tones, who can help with such slippery
creatures? I'd like to break that things
neck"
"Pshaw, how a man can work himself
up over little thing You've made
more fuss this single morning than I
have done in a hundred.
II think you tremendously ungrateful.
For my part think it worse than break
ing stones on the street. I'll keep on
banging if you say so. The things are
like Pats fly; 1 think I have them, but
when the stick comes down they are not
there"
"Of course they are not. No sensible
chicken would be. I'd be delighted,
though, if you could manage to catch
that old rooster. He is the greediest
thing imaginable, and is always getting
what is not intended for him. He has
the luck of finding the biggest worms,
and when-- Oh, dear, / shan't talk
any more. You have let about dozen
chickens in"
$50 have, was the contrite answer.
them! How shall 1 get them out?"
Impossible, said Mary, with a re-
signed air. Il suppose it isn't SO bad.
Everything is almost gone. Rather
warm, wasn't it?"
you are making game of me-" re-
turned Jack, detecting the spice of mis-
chief in her words. Il call that ingrati-
tude."
ooh, no. Please don't think me I'M
grateful. I am really much obliged,
and to reward you shall take you for a
nice walk and show you some Of the
lovelest views Imaginable"
"You can be kind sometimes" he re-
piled, as she ran Off
CHAPTER Nv.
DEAR BoY-I write this, hoping to
find you in the land Of the living-a pos
sibility I somewhat doubt, in view of
the late unconscionable tricks played by
that thermometer of yours. I find it
quite pleasant, not to say gratifying, to
read that the mercury stands at SO deg.
in New York, and then look abroad upon
my own cool retreat.
Weston is as pleasant a village as
one might wish to see, and it's surround
ings would make an artist wild with de-
light. Not being an artist-a profession to
which my friends here insist upon rele-
eating me-my staid, legal mind man
ages to preserve its accustomed balance.
Before leaving the city, told you
my address would be South Weston,
that being, as I then supposed, the one
given me by Mr.. Willard. I have since
discovered my mistake. A most fortu-
nate incident put me on the right track.
On the car got into conversation with
gentleman who lives in Weston, and
knows Mr.. Willard intimately. He i'm
mediately gave me my true bearings.
This saved me some annoyance, though
I had some slight trouble about my
trunk. 1 have been puzzled to know
how should have gotten South Weston
in my mind. I asked Mr.. Willard about
| it, but he appeared quite unable to under
stand. To admit the plain truth, can
not quite understand him. He is most
pleasant and agreeable gentleman, but
his attitude toward me is certainly not
what his letter led me to expect. They
were more than cordial. He has never
mentioned my fathers name, and the
though they never were. He doesn't
mention them and don't. You will be
surprised to hear also that have been
allowed to take up my quarters at the
hotel, when you know had quite ex
pected something very different. Surely,
[ was never more mistaken in the terms
of an invitation in my life before.
Meantime affairs are very pleasant.
There is a Mrs. Willard, fact that
rather surprised me. She is o most
charming woman, and her daughter,
Miss Ellis, or Miss Kitty, as everybody
calls her, is equally so. Under the cir
cumstances I spent a large portion of
my days at Glendale.
wish you would find time to run up
here for while. This delightful air
would infuse new life into your veins.
The hotel which honor by my resi-
dence is called Fair View, a piece of
conceit and delicate sarcasm which
highly appreciate. It is full at the pres