Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1900-09-27
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In the evening he managed to get
in somewhat earlier than before. The
same vanishing shadow was seen as
he came into the sitting room. For
six consecutive evenings this was re-
peated and his curiosity was aroused.
He could no longer doubt Bridget's
musical ability. Mabel could already
play the air of the song under her in
structions; and he at length expressed
a desire to see her.
Cant you ask Bridget to stay in
the sitting-room until I come in to-
morrow EVENING"" he asked.
81 don't believe she would stay. She
as much as she does about little ones.
If she knew you, I'm sure she would
like you. Can't you come in for sup
per? Then she would have to see
you"
''No, no! I do not want to give her
any trouble. owe. her my thanks for
not pounding up and down stairs at
4 o'clock, as my Bridget did,
''Uncle Jim, l do wish you'd stop
talking like that. You must see Bird
get" said Mabel, excitedly.
''Thank you. / can live if do not
see her, but it would be interesting
to hear her talk. Immigrants are al
ways amusing"
Mabel did not know what immi-
grants were, but felt that Uncle Jim
would not mention them if they were
not nice, so she was satisfied that he
meant nothing really disrespectful
toward her Bridget.
Next evening he came earlier than
ever, but the figure was gone before
he had crossed the threshold.
mabel he asked, do you and Miss
Bridget ever go to the lake after sup
PERI"
Eyes, sometimes. We are to go soon
again and bring our supper with us.
You see, Cousin Clara is better, so
mamma will be home in three days,
and we shall go to town."
"Then I'll tell you what l can do.
I will meet you at the lake after sup
per. Do not tell Bridget of this. |
can carry your lunch basket home. Is
that satisfactory"
Eyes, it's grand! shan't say word
to Bridget, and I'll introduce you to
her myself"
AS Jim Hamilton approached the
lake shore next evening he saw a
graceful figure seated upon the rustic
bench. Mabel was playing near and
Immediately went toward the lady.
where's Bridget?" he whispered.
''Here," answered Mabel, taking him
by the hand. "This is Uncle Jim, Miss
Bridget LOTUS" she said breathlessly,
fearing that Bridget might escape.
'sUncle Jim will carry the basket and
the stones and shells picked up,''
she added in a coaxing tone to Bird
get.
Mr.. James Edwin Hamilton was not
a conceited man, neither was he self
conscious. Yet at this moment he felt
more foolish than school boy in the
presence of a new teacher. He stood
hat in hand, bowling politely, scarcely
knowing what to say, and wondering
if she had heard his rejection of the
greasy kitchen leadpencil. At length
he stammered:
''It was very kind of you to give me
the writing fluid, Miss LOTUS"
He could not bring himself to say
'sbluing bottle to this refined, lady
like woman.
II had found the bluing good in more
ways than one, SO it was only right
that l should, recommend it when
had allowed Mabel to waste the pen
cils,'' she replied.
They returned to the house. Jim did
not intrude further upon Bridget then,
but asked permission to come early
the following evening to sit with her
and Mabel.
81 am going away in few days.
Tomorrow will be my last visit here
this year." he explained.
Bridget did not disappear as he en-
tered the room next evening. He
brought a new book for Mabel, in
which she was soon engrOssed.
Miss LOTUS" he said, will you
pardon my asking question? Why
do you insist upon calling yourself
Bridget?"
1T is my name. I was named for
my AUNT Bridget, one of the best
women ! ever knew, and would not
exchange for any other name"
"You are right" was the hearty an
swer. There was mystery about
this cultivated woman, and he would
try to have it solved. Does your aunt
live near your
.She is not living now. Our home
was in Rochester. My parents died
when was very young, and Aunt
Bridget took me. She was member
of the Society of Friends Tor Quakers).
She did not object to her name; Meth
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