Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1899-06-29

withdrew from the supper table, and they
heard Samuel, the chore boy, setting down
the pals of warm, foaming milk on the
bench outside
Il fear | am OBTAINING you," he said;
then, with the ready courtesy which was
one of his charms, 81 will take a stroll
down your pretty road; twill seem good
to stretch my muscles after many hours
astride a horses back
BoWlng to Mistress Townsend and smil-
ing broadly at Sylvia, he sauntered out of
the house.
5" lis a fair-spoken lad. I'll warrant
his mothers heart grieyed to send him
50 far away with many chances that he
does not return. War is hideous thing
"a barbarous, cruel thing, which women
would never allow if they could have
their say!''
The good woman sighed deeply as she
hustled about clearing the table and with
Sylvia's help doing up the evening work.
When it was all finished, twilight was
fast growing into dusk. Usually Sylvia
was well on her way home before so late
an hour.
Run quickly now, child, lest your moth
err be uneasy. [ should not have kept you
81 iO1S' tICudlCe you udy meet lllLie
Joseph. He has grown so thoughtful
since he alone is left to be the man of the
house," said Dawes mother, bidding the
girl goodnight.
Yes, auntie, will hurry, and shall
not come again tomorrow? l may be
able to help you with the sick man, and
I am sure my mother can spare me-
Twill surely be pleasure to me to
hovn hpra an1 7
both be kept busy"
With another good-by, Sylvia ran across
the yard out on to the highway The
evening was very still, save for the croak-
ing Of frogs in the meadow and the anx-
ious chirping of some belated bird. She
walked with brisk step along the dusky
road, meeting no one. There were no
houses between the Townsends and her
own home, so no lights shining from win
dows kept her company. But she was not
lonely, for she was thinking of the gay,
voluble young officer, who was quite UNI
like any man she had ever known. The
glance of his brilliant eyes as it came to
her memory did not seem altogether pleas
ant.
He isn't bit like Dave" was her final
conclusion.
Just then she stopped. Was she mis-
taken, or had she heard again Harry
Reads musical voice? Yes. She was
sure But where could he be? She MOTTO
ed a slight movement under some trees,
standing a little distance back from the
road She saw figures and caught one
word:
Somerset" and quick "Sh!'
Darling swiftly to the shelter of some
bushes, she crouched there trembling. She
knew well enough that the Somerset
was a British man-ofwar lying in Boston
harbor, and that no true patriot would be
speaking of her in this secret way. Sus-
pecting she hardly knew what, frightened,
but watchful, she waited Several min
utes passed No further sound came to
her ears Then two figures approached
from the clump of trees. She could hard
ly make them out as they walked slowly
past her place Of concealment.
81 knew you heard nothing" said a
voice. which she recognized as that Of
Ebenezer Badger, a suspected Tory, liv-
ing in Lexington village. "'Tis the lone
Hest road after nightfall you ever trod."
1--WE do we'll to be on our guard" was
the answer. Sylvia's heart leaped to her
throat for this speaker was Harry Read.
He went on, taking less care to modulate
his tones:
"We're in clover here. One dull lad, one
old woman, one pretty little girl-all good,
kindly, unsuspicious souls. I blush to
deceive them, but all's fair in love and
war, and daylight will rid them Of us, for
we must not tarry longer. The nights
rest will put the captain on his legs again.
We expected to find Malcolm waiting for
us here, but no message"
Go be continued)
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