Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1894-11-29

I fear" said Mrs. Campbell, glancing
outside, as the raindrops now began to
beat heavily against the tall, narrow
windows. II fear, Cecil that there is
not much chance of your having fine
day for the moor tomorrow. | con-
suited our weather wise old gardener
Macdonald on the subject, and he
shook his head. Unfortunately for you,
we have had long spell of fine wealth
er; it has been really too fine of late,
and every one began to fear it could
not last much Logger. You know that
August is never our best month, and
one cannot expect summer weather to
last forever"
"No, we can't, grandmamma," Cecil
only smiled to himself, and only smiled
to remember how often he had heard
the same before. 1t seemed to him
that he had heard it ever since he
could remember the time-worn apol-
ogy for the mists of lnchmarew. And
yet how dearly he loved the place, and
its inmates. Its very rains, and floods,
and Handicapped mountainpeaks were
sacred in his eyes, and he would not
have let Bellenden into the secret of
it's infrmity for the world. Who could
say but what the morning might see
glorious sunshine and melting warmth;
and if so, why not have been prepared
for it? 81 have no doubt it will clear
by-and-by," he said readily; land let it
rain as much as twill tonight, there's
no harm done. Grandmamma, can we
have a fire in the billiard-room this
evening? dare say Capt. Bellenden
would like game of billiards after
dinner"
Certainly, my dear And the or
der was given. ''And let the fire be
lit at once" added the Old lady, anX
ious to do everything we'll. 1.-The room
may be a little damp" in explanation
to Bellenden, ''for 1T has not been used
this summer
mot been used this summer, Good
heavens" inwardly e. CALCULATED he.
And | am to play on a table not used
this summer 1t was a blow. and he
was only just able to avoid showing
that 1t was one.
II am afraid it will not be in very
good condition." continued Cecil Ray
mond, who was but half degree more
learned on the subject than his grand
mother "But you must make allow
ances: and anyway, it's better than do
ing nothing"
"And, anyway, it is very great
deal better than sitting in the midst of
peat-reek and whisky at the Ferry
Inn" reflected his friend. And the
thought restored his former eluanim-
ity as if by magic.
He had, as he was wont to say of him.
self, the knack of being civil. Accus-
toned to luxury, and courted by pros
perity, he was yet of SO happy IL tenn
permanent, that ill-fortune could not
daunt, nor adverse circumstances ruftle
him. To escape either, he would, in
deed, as we know, exert ingenuity and
address; but, had these tailed, no one
would have heard more of the matter.
He would have smoked philosophical
cigar, gone to bed, and proceeded on
his journey the next day without an
oath or grumble, He was by no
means bad sort of fellow.
He now dressed himself for dinner
serenely, with scarce moments re-
greet for the services of the valet, who
had been sent on to Kincraig by an-
other and a sWifter route, and whose
absence had been a real satisfaction to
his master during the terrible anticl-
pations of the afternoon, He was not
by any means so dependent on the very
uUc SeuUlCllldu DIS NlCllSlCtlE lCIIC sup
posed, and could calmly pack his own
portmanteau, and put on his own coat
when compelled by necessity to do SO.
BY nature he was very handsome
man and cared singularly little about
it, BY art he was perfectly dressed
man-and that, he considered, was
every ones business rather than his
own. He went to the best tailor hat
tor, hair-cutter, and boOt-maker in
town, and he could do no more. If
the result was not satisfactory, it was
no fault of his, and in consequence, no
misgiving nor uneasineSs on the sub
ject ever disturbed his mind
Sooner than any other person, he
now descended to the drawing room.
''Oh, I'm the first" he began, half
aloud. "What has become OF my little
tisher-lassie, wonder? Is she going to
give me the slip? Or-stop: here she
comes"
1t was, however, no fsher-lassie who
now appeared. 1t was the daintiest
little maiden in the world, shy and
rosy, half pleased, half frightened,
and altogether charming, who ad.
vanced up the room. To be more ex-
act, it was Jerry in the very best Sun
day trock she could muster, starched
and crimped till it stood out on every
side; Jerry with the fleece of golden
hair brushed and smoothed and SHIN
ing, with little gold chain round her
plumb arm.
ITO BE CONTINUED.