Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1899-11-23

with her. And know we shah goa
along spiendidly though, to be sure.
shall have to ask Lawyer Goodale for
copying to do at home In the EVENINGS
for ! must be laying up q little some
thing against Willie's future ed,,ca,
tion."
FOR It never occurred to Catherine
More that she was doing a brave and
heroic thing in denying herself for the
benefit of one whom she deemed vet
poorer and more helpless than herself
nor to Millicent that she was acting
the part Of recreant.
The little room in the front of the
cottage second story was fitted up
prettily for the orphaned Australian
boy-Catherine had sold her cabinet
organ to buy the furniture and Dor
cas- in clean white apron and rib
bons was busting around, while Mrs.
Hopper had already arranged her
stock of bonnet frames, ribbons and
artificial flowers in the lower win.
dows.
1t was-a lovely June day, with the
SKY blue and clear as a baby's eyes and
the air full Of scents from the blossom
ing buckwheat fields, Catherine More,
having, not without difficulty, obtain
ed a temporary substitute in her
school, went to New York to meet her
new charge in the steamer Harvest
Lass, which had been telegraphed
from Sandy Hook the day before.
Little Willie will know me- she
said to herself, because I sent my
photograph by the last mail. wanted
my face to seem familiar to him, poor
lone lamb"
She stood on the pier eagerly scan
ming the countenance of every child
that landed, her face frightening once
or twice as she saw a boy whom she
thought might be Willie, when all of
a sudden a hand was laid lightly on
her arm and she found herself look
ing up into handsome, bronzed face
far above her.
..Sir!' she cried, starting back.
81 beg your pardon" said frank,
pleasant voice, II did not mean to
alarm you. But is this Miss MoreY
She inclined her head.
81 am your cousin William"
And this time Catherine started back
in more surprise than ever.
"Sir," she said, "you are mistaken.
William is little boy"
Hardly" returned the tall stranger,
unless you would call me little boy.
Dear cousin Kitty, no one ever told
you was a child or poor. It was
your own inference. Thank heaven.
I am independent and wealthy, and as
I have come to mans estate, think it
is rather my duty to take care OF you
than to allow you to take care of me-"
Catherine looked at her handsome
cousin in mute amazement. This
grand upsetting of all her theories
and ideas was more than she could
comprehend just at once.
"But, Viii"
'sBut, Catherine. Nay, my dear little
gray-eyed cousin, the lawyers have
told me how willing you were to adopt
and care for the homeless orphan, and
how my cousin Millicent shrank from
the task. And from the bottom Of my
heart I thank you for what you are
ready to dc"
How Dorcas started when she saw
what sort of fellow little Willie"
had proved to be. How Mrs. Hopper
giggled behind her bonnet frames
when she thought of the little child's
crib and the picture books upstairs.
o1nOQnf v011nQ
gentleman as that will go to the no
tel" said Mrs. Hopper. But he did not.
He stayed at the cottage, sleeping on
the back parlor sofa until other &C.
commodations could be provided for
MIN. And when Millicent came over
with her prettiest smile and outstretcn-
ed hand the young Australian received
her with an odd, curt GOODNESS that
made her feel EXCESSIVE uncomIort-
able.
"You see. Cousin Milly," said he,
"vou didn't want to be bothered with
| me. You thought the Australian au-
thorities ought to be compelled to pro-
vide for me-"
| And when Mrs. Hopper heard that
little Catherine More was 70 marry
her rich cousin she wasn't at all sur
prised. ~.
"It's the most natural thing In the
world" said she, "only it's pity that
Cathie isn't little prettier."
Rut Catherine More was satisned
with her lovers declaration that 70
him her plain face was the sWeetest
in all the world.
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