The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1897-12-01

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papers bristled with pro and con. Tn
nation held its breath. Would sectiona
hatred or large idea craftsmanship I'll
the beam? Who might say?
With feverish eageness the oil,
man, who had once held the helm him
self. with steady nerve and true. fol
lowed the wild tossing and pitching O
the ship of state Union or secession
Would the good ship founder or would
she ride the stormy pillows in safety
Into this rapt frame of mind Mrs
Strong's soft, cultured voice penetrated
confusingly.
II think l shall have to talk to Eliza
Martin 4"
They the people of the big house,
were sitting at the breakfast table in a
pleasant, loftily ceiled room. with a
highly ornate fresco Immediately over
head. Long, large PANIED windows open.
ed upon low side gallery. LamarQue
roses, big, creamy, fragrant, rioted from
the foot of its steps to the comb of its fan
ciful roof. Through the near rose festoons
and the farther shining green screen of
the Usage oranges that fringed the prem
Uses vivid flash of red had caught Mrs.
Strong's disappearing eye. Quick as the
darting of swallows wing in upper
ether it had come and gone.
The lady frowned severely. Six weeks
now since Seth and Strong had brought
the girl home through the starless small
hours and oni,' by the flashing of that
red wing, the central ornament of an
immensely chic riding turban, had her
presence been made known to the mis-.
tress of the big house
The governor glanced over the edge
of his paper impatiently His daughter.
ln-law's voice was an arresting sound
always. Being a woman. she was en-
titled TO consideration. But the inter.
ruption was especially untimely Just
then.
She had disposed of her share of the
mail promptly, 1t was mere scrap of
letter from Adrien, who had only re.
manned in the rose scented ribbon fes.
TONED chamber long enough to secure a
suitable travelling companion before
leaving home again on supplemental
tour of all that was best worth seeing
III his own country. When the governor
looked over the edge of his newspaper.
Adrlen's mother was twisting his letter
into smooth white cylinder
Il beg your pardon, my dear" Mrs
Strong repeated her remark with un-
conscious arrogance.
II said l think shall have to talk to
Eliza Martin She is assuming rather
all unbecoming attitude. "
Little Eliza?"
The governors right hand went up to
his black velvet skullcap and set it in
rotary motion--a sure sign of perturba-
ton with him. He glanced restlessly
around the room and wistfully at the
pile of yet unopened papers beside his
plate. What was Eliza Martin or any
other girl in the universe by comparison
with the matter discussed in those coil
ed sheets? Mrs. Strong answered the
question of his eyes
oh she is not here i'm the flesh. I |
shall have to send a special messenger
for her, i presume. She has just dashed
by on that little mare Seth has had in |
training for her. She spends half her
time on it's back. "
The governor had been swallowing
his coffee in cold installments; he now
gulped it by way of economizing time
"She is a pretty little thing, " hc took ]
time to say
'The pony or the girl?''
1.-THE girl Dear me, of course the |
girl. Quite a style, my dear l saw her |
standing at the dish shelf OF the gallery |
at Eben's. Trimming lamps, believe
Unfortunately pretty, ] should say -
Decidedly very unfortunate Ireally |
call it pity
Mrs Strong was emphatic She was |
thinking of Adrien. She was rather glad |
he was away just now. Eliza would |
have lost some of the freshness of a nov |
city by the time he returned
II am afraid she is sulkng am |
told she goes off on that pony and is
gone for hours at time -
Il imagine she does not go off the |
plantation. i suppose she is renewing |
acquaintance with the old place No
harm in that, my dear No improperly |
that can perceive. F"
mo, no harm. "
Nor danger. -
Neither harm nor danger, father, in
the act itself, but it indicates restless
ness and dissatisfaction with her lot |
generally. That is what l want to judge |
of for myself. -
But what have you to do with it,
Adele? Have we not already meddled |
with Eben Martins family affairs suff-
ciently?'
"Meddled?"
Mrs. Strong repeated the word in soft
voiced wonder. How was it possible for
her to NEEDLE? Gould sovereign med
die with the affairs of his own subjects?
Sans Souci plantation was her kingdom
Within its boundary fences she was alb
solute sovereign. Its menservants and
it's maidservants, its oxen, it's sheep,
its asses and all that therein was, were
her subjects. She had done autocratic-
ally just as she pleased, with man and
beast, on Sans Souci, ever since the
hour that Adrien's father had installed