Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1897-02-22


Fancy Wynter, of all men, dying rich
actually rich. The professor pulls his
beard, and involuntarily glances round the
somewhat meagef apartment, that not all
his learning, not all his success III the
scientific world-and it has been not I'M
noteworthy. so far-has enabled him to
improve upon. 1t has helped him to I've,
no doubt, and distinctly outside the line of
want, thing to be grateful for, as
his family having in a measure aban-
doned him, he, on his part, had aban-
doned his family in a measure also (and
with reservations, and it would have
been impossible to him, of all men, to
confess himself beaten, and return to
them for assistance of any kind. He
could never have enacted the part of the
prodigal son. He knew this in earlier
days, when husks were for the most
part all he had to sustain him. But the
mind requires not even the material
husk; it lives on better food than that,
and in his case mind had triumphed over
body, and borne it triumphantly to Il
safe, if not as yet to victorious. goal
Yet WINTER the spendthrift the erSt-
his master, has died, leaving behind him
a fortune. What was the sum? He
glances back to the sheet in his hand
and verifes his thought Yes-eighty
thousand pounds! A good fortune even
in these luxurious days. He has died
his daughter is sole heiress!
Before the professors eyes rises a Wis
ion Of old Wynter They used to call
him ''old" those boys who attended his
classes, though he was as light-hearted
as the best of them, and as handsome as
a dissipated Apollo. They had all loved
him, if they had not revered him, and.
indeed, he had been generally regarded
as a sort of living and lasting joke
amongst them.
Curzon, holding the letter in his hand,
and bringing back to his memory the
handsome face and devil-may,-care ex-
preston of his tutor, remembers how
the joke had widened, and reached its
height when. at 40 years of age, old
Wynter had flung up his classes leaving
them all plante la as it were, and de-
clared his intention of starting life anew
and making pile for himself in some
new world.
Well! it had not been such joke after
all, if they had only known. Wynter
had made that mythical pile and had
left his daughter an heiress!
Not only an heiress, but a gift
to Miss Jane Ma5endie of some
where in Bloomsbury. The pro
again. 1t even occurs to him that he has
not eaten his breakfast. He SO often re-
members this. that it does not trouble
him. To pore ever his books that are
overflowing every table and chair in the
uncomfortable room( until his eggs are
India rubber, and his rashers gutta-per-
cha. is not fresh experience. But
though this morning both eggs and rash
er have attained a high place in the
leather department, he enters on his
sorry repast with a glad heart.
Sweet are the rebounds from jeopardy
to joy! And he has so much of joy!
Not only has he been able to shake from
his shoulders that awful incubus-and
ever-present ward-but he can be sure
that the absent ward is so we'll off with
regard to this worlds goods that he need
never give her so much as a passing
ought-dragged, torn as that thought
would be from his beloved studies.
The aunt, of course, will see about her
fortune. He has only perfunctory duty
to see that the fortune is not squan-
dered. But he is safe there. Maiden
ladies never squander. And the girl, be
ing only II, can't possibly sQuander it
herself for some time.
Perhaps he ought to call on her. how
ever. Yes, of course, he must call. 1t is
the usual thing to call on ones ward.
1t will be a terrible business no doubt.
All girls belong to the genus nuisance.
And this girl will be at the head of her
class no doubt. Lively, spirited so far
went the parent. A regular hoyden, may
De redu between LuOSe XIII, pdfeuIdI
lines.
The poor professor feels hot again with
nervous agitation as he imagines an in
terview between him and the wild,
laughing, noisy, perhaps horsey they all
ride in Australia) young woman to whom
he is bound to make his bow
How soon must this unpleasant inter-
view take place? Once more he looks
back to the solicitors letter. All! On
January 3 her father, poor old Wynter,
had died. and on the Goth of May she is
to be ''on view" at Bloomsbury! and sit
is now the ID of February. A respite!
Perhaps, who knows? She may never
arrive at Bloomsbury at all! There are
young men in Australia, hoyden, as
far as the professor has read (and that
is saying good deaD, would just suit
the man in the BUSH
CHAPTER II.
A maid so sweet that her mere sight made
glad men Borrowing.
Nevertheless the man in the bush
doesn't get her,,
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