Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1893-06-01
CHAPTER XIV.-Continue


The door opened and Dita bounded in,
followed by her little dog. On seeing
the stranger she stopped, and assumed a
demure pace. 1t would be difficult to
imagine q prettier sight than this child,
with her great rare dark eyes and the
boating cloud OF golden hair, which
made her like fairy child.
Mr.. Norton held out his hand, and she
went up TO him with q natural grace all
her own.
Your little girl, Mrs. Love?' he said,
inquiringiY.
Eyes, our little daughter" answered
Mamie, stro1ing down the wild hair
lovingly.
Mr.. Norton felt surprised that any
thing so refined and fairy-like should
have been born of humble PARENTS but
he said no more, and the rest Of the
party returning, they took their leave.
They were driving through the woods
when Miss Lee Aston cried out
ooh, look, mamma, there is an odd
fgurew
Against a tall shadowy birch-tree
stood jacques with his violin in his hand
waiting till the carriage should have
passed. before he resumed the music his
soul loved. fJaques' large hands and
feet, his uncouth face, which looked
rough-hewn and not finished off, caused
an Irresistible laugh. He heard, and even
in his gentle soul arose Il feeling of bit
terneSs; but he comforted himself by the
widest and most fantastic maneuver on
his pet violin.
One day Dita came running into her
mothers room with her face full OF the
excitement of news.
hnx f,t,hi
may | speak to him? oh, mammie,
may II"
Mrs. Lowell looked at her flushed,
eager little face, and seeing how much
it would delight her, consented; the boy
could be no other than Edw ward Norton
Jacques was away in London transacting
business for Andrew and Dita was with
out playmates. Away she danced with
Fluff at her heels, far outstripping the
sober pace of her maid.
The boy sitting on the edge of
the stream in the wood looked up
at her with a furious frown as she
danced up to him; she was SO taken back
that her poor little face fell pitouSly; he
saw it, for he turned round and said
Never mind, you've frightened him
away, and he won't come back; what do
you wantM'
hut Dita was quite subdued she only
crept a little nearer and hung her head
"Well, out with it, little 'un."
Dita's courage came back as fast as it
was gone, and she sat down by him, and
let piece of string she held in her hand
go into the water.
II fish, " she said
You arc funny little thing" said
the boy, who was about twelve years
old, and very handsome. 'What is your
manner"
''Dita" she said II caught a fish,"
and she drew out dead leaf.
'sWould you like to see my fish," said
the boy; and opening his basket he
showed to her wondering eyes the gilt
seriag silvery back of pretty trout;
bet alasl the sight proved too exciting
Tor the inouisitive nature Of Fluff; he
tiarted forward and would have thrust
his nose into the basket, when a sharp
push from the boy thrust him back.
Fluff was clumsy spoilt pet; he rolled
over, gave a little squeak, aud subsidized
into the trout-Steam
s'Oh, Fluff" shrieked Delta.
..Be quiet" said the boy; ''he will
swim all right" and he stood for mo-
mcnt watching; then he saw to his con-
sternation that Flutf's superintendent
coat was pulling him down, that the
hair covered his head-like eyes, and that
he was fighting with his paws above his
head instead of below him, He stretched
out a branch, but Fluff took no notice.
Dita stood motionleSs with her little
hands clasped together in despair. There
was no time TO lose, and the boy jumped
into the water, and waded after the
poor pet, catching him just in time to
save his life.
He carried him out and Dita received
Fluff wringing wet as he was into her
lap and covered him with kisses and
tears.
..You must run home" said the boy,
standing dripping beside her; land
change your things, or you will catch
cold"
Come home too" said Dita, rising
aud pulling his hand; but the boy drew
away roughly, and said with bitterness
Not lit is your homo now, not
mine
"Shall you be here tomorrow, boy"'
said Dita.
Eyes | will come and see whether you
have caught cold"
nta held up her face to be kissed, and
then trotted away with Fluff in her
arms, meeting her terrified maid on her
way.
Just as they reached the door, Mr..
Lowell came out and met them. His con-
Sternation was great on seeing the
dripping condition OF the child; her
frock, everything in u deplorable condi-
tion, aud he severely scolded the maid
for losing sight of her charge, while Dita
flew away to tell her story TO ''mammie y
The little adventure bore important
fruits Dita must no longer run wild;
her education must begin. For one more
happy unshackled month the child was
Tree, getting into innumerable scrapes,
and always spending thoroughly happy
part OF the day with Edward Norton, who
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