Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1898-03-17
THE END OF THE STORY.
By Elizabeth A. Moore.

frOWning heavily anu UlltlHS NlClOuSly
at his mustache.
Things stood in this way. The edi-
TOR in chief had been called hastily
awav leaving Hugh Elliot in charge;
and, as that young man was ambitious,
this had been much to his delight.
Before leaving the editor had placed
before Hugh the matter to be used in
the next issue, including the conclu-
sion of a story begun the previous
week. This story it was which had
proved the snare to Hugh.
On looking over it he discovered to
his dismay, that the final pages were
missing He had looked for them anI-
iously, but in vain-hence the confu-
sion about the desk. The story could
not be left unfinished, neither could he
take it upon himself to substitute an
other. Suddenly his brow cleared, and
good natured smile lit upon his
face
'"Ha. the country's saved!" he ex-
claimed I'll write an end to the
hanged thing myself"
Brushing aside the cluttering papers,
he placed what there was of the chang
ed thing" before him.
He laughed to himself as his ever too
ready sense of the ridiculous caught
the humor of the situation.
Evidently the personages in the story
we're approaching a crisis. The charac-
tiers who seemed to be the most prom
inent were a tall, dark man and short
light one; beautiful young lady and a
peculiar parsonage named Nosmo King,
who seemed to be treated by all with
exceedingly familiarity.
Hugh pondered over the situation
and vainy endeavored to find the nat
ural ending of it all. He had not read
the first part, and consoled himself by
hoping that very few others had. 1t
occurred to him to read it now, but as
luck would have it, a copy of the last
] issue was not at hand, and he did not
take the trouble to look one up, think
ing, gloomily, that quite likely 1T
j wouldn't be any help if he had it; and
then, too, he thought longingly of the
] club grounds
Things went swimmingly now. Each
character made several Understanding
remarks and went off the stage. The
beautiful young lady had a pathetic in
teryew with the light man, in which
they resolved to part. The tall, dark
man, who was no doubt the villain, as
Villains were always darn in stories $50
Hugh reasoned, and, of course, no
story was complete without one, made
some malicious remarks about retribu-
ton and vengeance, and bowed himself
OF with all the smiles and grace that
accomplished villains are supposed to
Possess Then Nosmo King sang a
Muching song and ended the whole
hing with a general remark on the
vanity of life, and the story closed,
RaVlng the heroine in a swoon.
The manuscript, thus artificially COM
peted, was handed in with the other
Materials for the next issue of the
journal, and then Hugh put the desk
order, and, much elated by his Sue
cess as an author, started for the club
grounds.
The paper came out on time with
very department up to it's usual stand
I'D of excellence. Hugh read his part
IEoduction with great delight and was
FORMULATING himself on having so
NceSsfully gotten out of a hole" as
expressed it, when the unexpected
laQpened in that peculiar way it has of
lang.
The unexpected in this case came in
IL shape of young lady, who walked
aao the office the day after the paper
ane out and demanded of Mr.. Elliot
see the editor.
Hugh was not unaccustomed to the
Ssht of young ladies; neither was he
%uStomed to such peculiar mingl1ns
chills and apprehension and thrills
admiration as he experienced when
%S Particular young lady appeared on
le Scene.
me was a sweet-looking girl, in d
~aty toilet of pink that suited her
%OSn eyes and hair to perfection. But.
w. look that called into existence the
WIS of apprehension which he was
NT y, forced to acknowledge.
regret to say the editor is out OF
49, replied Hugh, courteously, and
>@ ruthfully
il 'lueed, and may ask who is taking
place."
49, Ner, /,
SIS ns'e the ehills of apprehension rose
I@. ~ III the ascendant, as the coming
20 yrt cast its shadows before"
,t nave the honor" he answered,
as lug heartily all the honor there
IN m II belonged to anybody else.
liz s ,4en 1t is you I have to thank for
IS. sr ,s the story published yester-
's5s ~aI even its author can scarcely
h. sDze 1t. May 1 ask If you con-
Eeo,,. Your alterations an improve
.S. was, then. as he had guessed.
N'u0s Of that unended story.