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

gicks BIDS "a" sonn as Jack comes III
am sO.ns who Mr.. wicks Is ara "a s a.,
hi9 y him. 1t will be deiis In;ut ~ ne pa "a
about nlr'i ard l don't think ne Is
him puSA' snd out, unless, OF course
likely 70 ~. INV obatterbox tells him.
certain h''i1 ~ o. Miss Matilda Cherry ]
Inc r ,r faced, smiling oia iaoy.
ton, a.oomed to find life very smooth
who s ,auaut looked across the lunch,
and plsa' a. her charge, pretty girl OF
con taOlo g ether her only relation, was
absent , ~ mysteries out of everyday,
10 n was little weakness Oh
icc%Lorrvton's, and the present OPP
Miss Vn. scemed to her too good to be
| lost. 1T M Wicks will have
"po yOu nucbY" asked Sylvia. But
c1an errso he won't. It's only a month
Oh OOT' last saw him. 1t seemed SO mucn
longer lnn von find it SO very dull. Sylvia,
IN this rambling ora pia0o'
c q anxiously' ,..,o.. ., ma 70
OD "No no. How thoughtless OF me 10
uode YOU think thatl Why, It's
have i nsuT here. and / am perfectly
happy ,u..od-o iovous little
laugh. -. Mr. Wicks come.
Misc Cberrvton:" she presently asked
W. "At 4 o'clock, just in time for tea
n. horo comes Jack, and l give You
tull leave Sylvia, to puzzle him apou'
NJ Wicks to your hearts content.
NJ iocL strolled in to luncheon full OF
.rOlogies and golf records, and after ne
S pY eexnatiated for a considerable time
on the virtues of his club and the con-
Sition Of the ground Miss Cherryton
Sroocbed the subject of Mr.. Wicks.
"sylyia has a friend coming here,
sbo hogan. "He is also Q friend or
nine and | think you will like him.
"Wbo is he?' asked Jack, not feeling
particularly pleased to hear OF this
friend.
"He is a Mr.. Wicks," replied Miss
Cherryton.
"And, added Sylvia, "he is extreme
lyamusing
Jack became thoughtful at this mo-
ment and looked out of the window
and presently asked:
"What is he like, aunt, and what
does he do to be so amusing? Idon't re-
member the name at all.
"You mustn't be too inquisitive,
Jack, but this much l will tell you, he
is young and handsome. 7"
'Oh, indeed; young and handsome
and extremely amusing. What an envia-
bic young man." and Jacks lip curled
slightly.
"Miss Cherryton and were going to
meet him at the station" said Sylvia,
blushing little-Jack noticed the
blush-''but, after all, we are going to
stay at home. You know, Mr.. Wicks is
rather an important parsonage, and Miss
Cherryton thought she would rather be
here to receive him.
"Does he hunt, play golf or shoot?'
asked Jack, hoping that these accom-
plishments did not belong to Mr.. Wicks.
'None Of them," replied Sylvia,
with gay little shake Of her head.
HE has lived in town most of his life,
but he is quite clever enough TO have
learned them all" and Sylvia blushet
again.
Jack began quite to dislike this I'M
known Mr.. Wicks. 1t was an unreason
ing, indescribable antipathy. but it ex
listed nevertheless, and during the res
Of luncheon he was very silent ant
monosyllabic.
But Miss Cherryton and Sylvia KEEP
Up lively conversation between them
selves.
Jack, I've addressed you twice
Where are your thoughts, my boy?"
Il do believe he was thinking of Mr.
Wicks, b" suggested Sylvia.
Exactly" said Jack, waking from
his reverie with start.
i asked you if it would be safe t
let James fetch my jewels from tn
bank, " continued Miss Cherryton.
Perfectly, " replied Jack, and then
asking to be excused, left the table.
Miss Cherryton was disappointed
She would have liked Jack to have ask
ed host of questions about Mr.. Wicki
Jack, jack" she called after him
you have not asked where Mr.. Wick
JACK turned around, tugged at hi
mostache and said, "No, aunt" the
sau something beneath his breath, ant
s'riding out of the house, he sought rel
uge at the golf links.
ne drew out from his golf bag til
heaviest driver he possessed and droy
.ne ball as it had never been driven b,
lure de vented all his i'll feeling upo
mat ball, anu between the hits burl
Out into short sentences:
Wlcks. What namei Why didn
aunt Matilda tell me more? Pooh, can
play golf; handsome, don't believe il,
anu again the ball shot across the field
Nov, NOW I'll go home" he exclaime
T almost savagely, "and see this fello
III ne was just passing the stables whe
s e'e was a sound of carriage vince
ano a clatter of hoofs and then ~