The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1896-12-12

never mlnu, MISS bruce, sdlu |
Jack cheerfully after Aunt Matilda had |
left the room. "I'll try again. Mr..
Wicks mustn't be banished if we can
help It"
"rhank you." said Sylvia demurely.
"Mr. Wicks will be grateful. "And |
now, Mr.. Cherryton, if you have really
nothing better to do, come and give me
another golf lesson.
Jack ran into the hall and seized his
golf bag, saying that it was the best
thing he could do.
"Not quite, retorted Sylvia, laugh
ing. "The very best thing that you
could do would be to persuade your
aunt TO let dear Mr.. Wicks stay.
"And so / WILL" exclaimed Jack
with great earnestness.
"How serious, said Sylvia, glancing
quickly at him, and then there was
pattering of feet and painting behind
them. 1t was Mr.. Wicks.
"How nice! We shall have an audi
ence. Mr.. Wicks has come to look on, F"
said Sylvia, holding out her cleek for
the dog to jump over.
| But Jack thought differently. I'm
afraid we shall find it quite impossible
to play if he does look on, he suggest
ed
"And why?"
"Oh, Because he'll stand behind you
just when you're going to hit, or come
in front and get killed, and many other
things"
Every WELL" said Sylvia, with a
shade of annoyance in her voice. "Rath-
er than that Mr.. Wicks should lose his
walk I'll give up golf, and please, Mr..
Cherryton, will you take my clubs back
to the house? Thank you. F"
And at that moment Jack felt that
he positively hated Mr.. Wicks.
Come along, Mr.. Wicks, dear, "
cried Sylvia gayly.
Jack said never word but stood
staring after Sylvia as she walked away
with Mr.. Wicks by her side, and has old
enemy-jealousy- within him.
Two or three days passed by. Sylvia
seemed just as devoted as ever to her
dog, and Jack became more and more
gloomy and silent.
''Mr Wicks must really go tomor-
row, 4" said Miss Cherryton, looking at
her morose nephew. "My dear Jack,
for goodness sake say something, do
something" she cried, jumping up and
bustling about the room. But don Z
sit there so solemn aud sphinXlike.
"Send him away, aunt, send the dog
away. But what am I saying? Keep
him, mean, oh, keep him. Miss bruce
is so devoted to him." And Jack flung
himself out of the room.
"Well," laughed Miss Cherryton,
"young men are strange creatures, es
pecially when they are in love. Never
theless, shall send the puppy away.
Jack strolled out of the house in the
cool of the evening In his state o.
mind the rooms seemed oppresslvely
hot. Again and again he asked himself
if Sylvia cared for him, but he coulC
find no answer, and the tall trees, wav
ing their branches in the night breezes
, seemed to sigh in sympathy with him.
He walked slowly across the soft
velvety lawn and out of the garden in
to the long grass of the park. He look
ed up at the starlit heavens and at tn
faint pink light just above the horizon
but the silent beauty of the evenln
r made him the more sad.
At this moment there was shar
!, little bark of delight, rustling III tn
grass, and Mr.. Wicks came dancing Q
Jack s side.
7 "Go home" cried Jack, pointing
. the house. $50 home. What are 20
doing out here?"
Most dogs would have skunk ava
with their tails between their legs, by
Mr.. Wicks looked up solemnly at JAG
:. and almost seemed to speak the WORD
= "Why are you angry witk me?" the
!. held up little paw, as If to ask TO
piveness, and stump of q tail waggt
> pleadingly.
Presently, without any apparent re
: son, Mr.. Wicks began to growl.
Close by, Oh slight rising OF Il
ground, were three old oaks, veteran
gnarled and weather beaten. Towal
|, these Mr.. Wicks trotted slowly; then
:. stopped, put his head ON one side, ii
- tened and growled again, and, scampe
ing toward one of the oaks. barked I
no riously.
- Jack whistled, but Mr.. Wicks seer
= ed engrossed in gazing up into the tire
n Then strange thing happened. L
:. branches of the old oak were push
~ roughly to one side, and man, leapil
~ down from the tree, looked rapid
~ around him and ran with might al
- main across the open ground. Like
wind, Mr.. Wicks, followed by Jack, W
=, after him, had reached him, and tn
- there was yell of pain. for Mr.. Vic
~ had used his weapons with good effe'
- With a volley of oaths and curses, t
- tramp dropped square parcel ne h
- been carrying, and then the stick tn
he held in his other hand fell with
49, heavy thud, and with just the faint'
-" little cry Mr.. Wicks relaxed his nc
No and rolled over ON his back.
- The burglar ran for his life. =,
Jack knelt down at Mr.. Wicks' sic
"a called the dog by his name, and the
~ covery of the jewels seemed nothing