Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1898-08-11
CHAPTER I.-(Continued.)

Hold your tongue, you old vixen"
commenced James Moray, but his brother
stops him.
BE quiet, Jem, and let us go upstairs.
You're not in fit state to speak to any
one"
No, that 'es not, nor ever is" replies
Mrs. Timson, witheringly; take i'm up
with YOU do, sir, and precious bargain
you've got. And if you don't mean to
stay here all night yourself you'll be good
enough to turn out again sharp, for I've
waited up too long for you already, and
81 don't mean to trust my 'ouse to drunken
sOt like that ere
James Moray here makes futile dash
at the landlady's cap, but nearly upsets
81 his balance in the attempt, and his broth
er with some difficulty guides his totter
81 ing feet up to the comfortless sitting room,
d where Della has already preceded them
with the boy.
When at last they reach it they find her
knecling before the fire, taking off WHY'S
wet garments and chatting his feet and
hands, which are as cold as ice. The
look of anxiety and reproach upon her
face is quite sufficient to raise her hus-
i bands choler.
Leave that brat alone,'' he says, au-
bed as best he may. | require your serA
vices"
But Della can be angry, too. The meek
spirit with which she bears his insult to
herself does not extend to his behavior to
her child.
Il cannot leave him yet" she answers,
determinedly. He is wet through to the
skin, and heaven only knows what harm
you may not have done him by taking him
out at night in such weather. If | do not
see that he is thoroughly warmed and
dried he will have an attack of int1amma-
ton before the morning"
do you mean to disobey me?' cries
James Moray, as he advances toward her
thrcateningly.
He is Il slight, cffeminate specimen of
his race, with pale blue eyes and reddish
hair; but even an effeminate man is an
alarming antagonist for a woman when
he approaches her intoxicated and with
upliftcd arm.
sudden resolution seized Della to ap-
pal to the protection of her brother-in-
law. She has never been intimate with
William Moray. for though he constantly
visits her apartments it is generally dur
ing the evening, when she is away from
home.
Della OlSIlkcS ulll updEllig, Will LIS
aburly wel-fed manner and pompous
speech, bu. surely, she thinks, he can new
err stand smilingly by and listen to her
husbands abuse of her.
Mr.. Moray, | beg you to interfere with
your brother on my behalf. This child is
exceedingly delicate, and most subject to
violent attacks of cold that endanger his
life. He ought never to have been taken
out tonight: no father who had the least
consideration for his health would have
4 done so: but since the error has been COM
mittcd l will not be deprived of applying
the remedy. Pray reason with James
4 ana show him that am right"
"Well-really-" stammers her broth
cr-in-law, Il scarcely feel justified in-in
8 -opposing-your-that is, my brothers
j claim to what he thinks best with his own
chdr'
"Of course not intcrposes her hus
land, loudly Zone would imagine, to
hear you speak that the boy didn't be-
long to me- Drop those clothes. / say.
Drop them. Leave the brat to himself!'
Il shall not leave him" replies Della,
also raising her voice, as she resumes her
occupation.
The men are equally amazed.
WHAT exclaims Mr.. William Moray.
Were you speaking to me?' demands
the other.
Il spoke to both of you!" she answers,
rising and folding her arms closely round
the child, as though to protect him. 1T
i is | that work for this child All the
y money that comes to this house comes
through my labor. and l do it for WHY'S
sakc-no one elsc's. Therefore l refuse
U TO give up the right to attend to his wants
q the common right that every mother
81 has"
I'll be whipped if you shall attend to
81 him now" says james Moray, as he
# SEXES the child by the arm and twists
8 him out of her embrace.
2 The action is violent and makes the
S# boy scream. and the sound of his voice
81 in pain madderS his mother.
Mr.. Moray she exclaims vehemently,
81 'if you stand by and let your brother
81 treat us in this way l will never forgive
81 YOU. You don't know the tyranny he ex-
crcises over me and my poor child. Only
Yesterday he beat Willy cruelly-ooll at
81 his back and judge for yourself-and
81 threw me from the top of the stairs to the
81 hottoSl-
Really. my dear lady, these little do
j nestle differences can have no interest for
q third party Taey are so much better
kept to ones self.
Little domestic differences" she echoes
scornfully Would your wife call it 4
little domestic difference if her arm was
bruised as mine is?'
Il should much prefer Mrs. Moray's
81 name being kept out of the conversation
altogether
oh. yes. / suppose her name is too
8 good in your estimation to be mixed up
s. with such disgraceful affair as Il tipsy
man beating his wife. But my name is
q Mrs. Moray, toos>and l have not only to
hear of it, but to bear it.
L think, James," says William Moray,
turning TO his brother. 'it would be as
81 vel. Il | wished YOU goodnight"
"All right" replies james. in half
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