Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1901-05-23

4 lle Face in the Sand. {
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!, Hartwell strolled along the beach
1l.ntic City, that early summer
,rc drinking in the air and watch
tF slow. green waves break with
roriction that she was deriving
trencth for her Settlement work.
! ~ir some If those poor East Side
,+srs could have a little of this
If tool But they would reap the
.4d all she got, and there was COM
7 which stage of her reflections she
d "a TO look with smiling curiosity at
II eI;rg in the sand. 1t was the pro-
a ia Young girl, fashioned very clev-
e out Of the damp material. AS she
: rped gazing it grew on her that the
: es were quite like her own.
MAS a mere coincidence, of course.
didn't know anybody in the place,
rg all the company she needed in
Cunningham. After their break
t he would get her friend to walk
way, and see how the sand image
! 1ed her.
/ he waves of the incoming tide were
, M tapping it, but her companion
, st sight of the alto relieve, modelled
n the unstable material, and stop
10 look at it more closely.
Why, Margaret! !" she exclaimed after
1ment, raising her eyes to the others
1t looks like YOU! Turn your
There! Now take off your hat.
/ Iii a fair likeness of you. Who
be world could have done it?'
1t is enough of a likeness to merit
returned the other, stamping the
late profile into oblivion. 1T is a
IL Of impertinence p
the sun parlor of the Casino that
noon she noticed a man regarding
There was a contented, well-fed
about him which she did not like,
ough he was a good-looking man in
heavy way. Earnest, practical in
ut IN the thin poor made her a little
erant Of stated idleness. At dinner
1rening She caught his eye upon her
BIN as he passed her table. She avert
her face Miss Hartwell was a very
&ty girl, but fastidious one, with no
2e for a seaside filtration.
This is Burlington, the sculptor" she
3,d woman remark to her neighbor,
That face in the sand! Her face
@s was the man!
Mss HartWell got a note from her
liner Tom that day, saying that he
q oo not come before the end of the
S You girls want a man to fetch
- carry Tor you. You mention half a
I'm women you have met, and then
.Eiam that the place is restful, but a
8T GULL Here's your chance. | hear
81 Hammond, a Boston man, class
~3 OF NINE at Yale, is at Atlantic
sE! tie IS a good fellow-rich, family,
5'S-bnt IS shy of the girls. l shall
luz nm miserable by sending him a
..s OF introduction 10 you and Miss
nnlnghun.7
Gay or two later the young fellow
.NVAted the note. He was a charming
..-S man. From an acquaintance, he
s'%uy developed into an acquisition. He
h. quiet and dignihed, not shy. Miss
IA ',TI"cI got to like him very well.
..n IS a good athlete, but not strong
Il analysis of character, she laughing
| Va @d TO Miss Cunningham.
MISS Hartwell had not encountered her
II. ~{ On the sand again. and was reapmg
lung but health and pleasure from
h. vacation, especially since young
.s~linond had become such an interest
! part OF II Then, one morning, she
y. ~Iv upon 1t again. AS before, it was
ny morning. She stamped 1t out even
T W alphabetically.
uSr brother arrived that day, and she
,.lIsalately confided to him how much
,-''yance the sculptor was occas1oning
H. Iom lost no time in getting after
: man who denied all knowledge OF
I mater.
l am here for rest and amusement
a 4; me last thing | am likely to do is to
aAG faces in the sand l work in more
tabIc material"
But the likeness was unmistakable
y You are the only sculptor here, y
ssd Tom doggedly.
hat may be. l had nothing to dc
II it. My word should offset a mere
picon. do not know your sister
II she is the young woman l think
can assure her that I will not mode
face in the sand" the man conclude,
castically.
Hiss Hartwell was incredulous wher
heard her brothers report. 81 dom
E the mans face" she said.
That doesn't prove he did yours II
sand, Maggie, returned her brothel
'Foachtully. Il gather from his re
TkS that he doesn't like your face
Miss Hartwell tossed her head. Ton
IS so easy going. She might catch thi
N at work. Then, she knew she coult
INT on Tom. She strolled along The
Dad walk, occasionally approaching TIL
and looking down on the beach. fo
next two or three mornings, early
Ut She saw no one. Perhaps he hat
en- frightened off. If she could ont
tch him!
The next morning she did! There
ou,hed on the sand, working in it, s.
Sorbed that he never glanced around
as a man! He and she were almos
L sole persons abroad at that hour.
Nhe recnnnizad the clandAsfi1e model