Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1899-12-14
By Ruth Ransom.

By Ruth Ransom.
he stormy winter twilight at a soil
little Gothic gabled railroad sta.
four passengers alighted, as the
made its momentary pause-a
Il, elderly man, in black, with his
Il. elderly wife; tall, STOPPING
he man, with eyeglasses, and a
I under his arm; and an erect, griZ-
beaded parsonage, in an ancient
Sernut-colored coat and a NANCY
cap
Eh-what?" crustily demanded this
&leman, as the driver of the one
L team-who had come down in
zforlorn hope of turning an honest
BY out Of sOmebody-proffered his
ices. Ride. What should I ride
Haven't | got a pair of legs of
pwn:"
Ehy-yeS-sir ,7 said Jethro Cam
slowly surveying the sturdy
Is, Il s'pose you have. Most folks
unless they've been SO unfortu-
as to meet with an accident. But
Acomin' on for a good old-fashioned
E.stOr1n.'
Jet it snowtlet it snowr brisk1y
Frupted Mr.. Paul Copperfeld. Il
afeard Of snow! And [ guess
every ways able to find nay own
saying, he pulled the brim Of the
leap an inch or two more over his
and set off up the hill.
thrO Camman got into his carry-all
drove away, for he knew that
re T0pliff and wife would sooner
ten miles than pay ten cents, and
likewise we'll aware that Percival
Ord, the theological student, had
ries on the subject of physical ex-
Be that precluded all ideas of horse
iumph. humph"' grunted old Mr..
perfeld to himself, as he trudged
me hlll whose steepness nearly
away his breath, chow ones life
Jade up of contrasts! Regular mo-
pattern, as they say in Florence!
am |, after twenty years in China
Ten IN Europe, back again among
very old huckleberry pastures and
walls used to know as a ragged,
looted boy. It's surprising how
things have changed! I'm the
one that is changed-worse luck!
" Years. Id give all the gold I've
yes, and welcome-to be the
iVOted boy once more bringing the
red COWS home at night, with
Jug IN his pocket but holes! ]
'ich then-rich in a thousand
y mat have melted away from me
IKE morning mists in the sun
faith, Hope, Charity, and all
Oe''ef part of ones life! Heighe--
'naE a fake of SNOWY
and soft, the floating flakes be
|" cloud the air. and the winter
WIS setting down over the bleak
Tape IN earnest.
NOl care. said old Paul Copper.
sioualng Oh. There's a warnl
YIe waiting for me, if l may trust
+,paeWs letters. There'sllet nae
w turn off here? or ought I to
" Tue next cross roads? Things
,u"nsed SO just hereabouts, the
G a hl'li gone, the finger post
Srgv"n-nothing as it used to be.
T., :" ris6 it. Whew! how fast ID
n, ! "elIeyc it's settling down
Aoi1., 0,I man stood. puzzled and
h wv, hsht streamed from a farm
IN wiz" ",naow across the bleak fields
e4, - ,Aefe and inquire" said old
botE 'u !, 1t can't be far, anyhow
sr5 n TIE boys live night together
aug over the stone wall, no,
b ,go o'iSkly as he used to do fifty
L@ ~ taui Copperfield hurried
On IL. Heids to the house and rap.
llips I ~, door, 1t swung open on
F0l1SP asnSes, revealing an interior
Ma < ya.ndlelight and blazing logs
essb t IT. Simon?' squeaked a
shon. female voice. Tell him r.
as f.. MS business! We've 90,
vbiS Ipppertield, a sharp nosed
bis har, individual, hesitated
bin ~ a. eyed him keenly beneath
''e NANCY fur cap, and
aigb noOE traveller, friend; 1 ash
rosiIsa ' best best bed room all made NJ
va By tS hui. : shrilly uttered thu
sorid 5 ho, fire, "A pretty Motor
DE door, SIMON, why don't 70,
aan, " 60 about your bust
~ lusNms'ss don't d, keep tavern. m,
~ hear what my wife says