Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1899-06-05
The Tanning of a Shrew.
CHAPTER I.

Crowds of trippers were pouring in
to Dunoon, that picturesque little town
that has won for itself a name as a
watering place second to none on the
Firth OF Clyde.
On the fine June morning when Mr..
Sam Forbes first set eyes on it he
thought it one of the prettiest and
Quaintest places he had ever seen.
But then Mary Dawson had taken up
aer temporary abode there, along with
her father and her younger sisters, and
ne was probably looking at the town
through Cupi0s spectacles. At any
rate. as he stood on the deck Of the
steamer, bearing rapidly down on
Hunters Quay, and looked out on the
town stretching along the western
shore of the Firth there rose before
MIN a mental vision Of fair girl with
O. pretty face in a loose frame Of golden
locks. with a dimple in her cheek, and
the seriousness of sage in her beau
tifuI brown eyes. 1t was picture well
calculated to throw a glamour over a
LESS romantic town.
But indeed Dunoon possesses many
charms Of it's own. bringing the
sweeping curves of Milton and Bolgay,
the town stands partly on the low plat
form of the Firths old sea margin,
partly on gentle ascents, with a back
ground Of broken, heather-clad braes,
and the heights of CoWal aspiring to
the sky in the distance. 1t exhibits a
charming Indifference to tOWn-l1ke
regularity, villas and cots being blend
eu with gardens and trees, with sea,
wood and mountain all within easy &C
cess
Sam Forbes had followed the Daw-
SONS to Dunoon, and Mary was the
magnet that drew him hither. When
she left Glasgow the light seemed to
vanish from his LIES horizon, and he
Gurned his face Dunoonwards as natur-
ally as the flower turns its petals to the
suns eye.
He had a fixed purpose in his mind
He had determined to ask Mr.. Daw-
sons permission to pay his addresses
TIC Mary, and to have done with uncer,
&ainty.
He had no difficulty in finding Heath
cottage, and he walked boldly up the
garden to the door.
well, I declare! If there isn't Sam
Forbes cried Lottie Dawson, who
happened to be at the window, to hel
sister Mary What can have brought
him here?"
Mary opened two lovely eyes, like
GuIl-blown violets.
How can 1 telI?" she asked limo
gently.
Lottie regarded her with skeptica
%u0k-
You're a deep one, Poll, she said
admiringly, "and would have thrown
dust in Solomon's eyes
The remark fell On mary like IDLE
air
Lottie ran to the door and looked
1ut into the passage.
He has mysteriOusly disappeared,
she said, turning to her sister with G
look Of comic disappointment on hel
pretty face.
Dear me, what fuss you make
aab1ut nothing at ALL said Mary. "IS
There anything more strange in Mr.
For8es calling upon father here thar
IN Glasgow"
Calling on father" said Lottie, witt
"a 1erisive little laugh. yes, there is
and you know it, Miss Prim, Ora
Eious, Poll, what a face you've got
Well. I'll spare your bushes, but
must find out if he is with father"
And she crept along the passage lik
a cat on a wall tipped with broker
glass, till she reached the door of he
Fathers room. She did her best II
F6lay eavesdropper, but, though she rec
c0gGIzed Sans voice, she could no
make out a single word of what h
said
~EOh, 7 know what it means" she sal
10 herself as she stole back again
Father will say Bless you, my chill