Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1901-11-09
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ment upon the picture which presented
itself to BIN on the following evening
In his library natronly looking wo
man, with pale, brick-dust skin, wa.
reading aloud to his children. And tina
youngsters were looking decidedly I'M
comfortable under the infection.
Papa cried the boy, dashing to
meet his father. This is Miss Baxter y
The girl made explanation with fine
courtesy delightful in one so young
Miss Baxter lives directly opposite
She has heard of.us and is kind enough
to wish to help u.s.
The pale brickdust of Miss Bakers
complexion became a deep brickdust as
she volubly explained the benevolent and
disinterested nature of her attempt
Roderick Stanley concealed his aston
ishment as we'll as possible. His charm
ing manners stood him in good stead
in such good stead, indeed, that Miss
Miranda went home with warm glo v
in her left side.
That night she put UP her hair in kid
curriers'.
I'm thinking of having my three fron'
teeth put in on bridge work. she con.
fded to Ste1l, "a plate is so old-fasl'
toned. And I'm thinking, too, of get,
ting new gown. I used to wear law
ender nicely-but perhaps that's rather
quiet Mr.. Stanley seems grateful for
my assistance. You must become &C
quainted with the young girl You chill
dren may have interests in common. l
grieve to remark that-like you-she is
disposed to be frivolous My influence
will remedy this, trust. Do you think
I had better get a tailor-made gown
boned? Or an organdy pink, say. An
organdy is SO feminine"
"Whom do you see there, Aunt Mi
randa?"
The staf-a1l of them. I explained
to the governess the desirability> of in
Guiding moral advice with mental in
struction. The boys tutor seemed some
what indifferent. He is elderly-forty.
perhaps. I made plain to the house
keeper that the improper cooking Of
cereals was responsible for many ply
steal ailments of the young"
When Will Baxter got back from a
trip he remarked to his wife that Mi
randa was becoming downright giddy."
Mrs Baxter murmured something about
second childhood, and went back to the
paper she was preparing for the Fort
nightly" Ste1l had met the Stanleys,
She and the girl had much in common
more than Miss Miranda approved. She
continued eager in giving her unsought
advice. She CARRIED herself quite gor-
geously, and she INDUCED in vanitles she
would have deemed criminal a few
months previous Four months passed.
The Stanleys were going to their sum-
mer home at Waukesha. Miss Miranda
might have accompanied them were it
not for a treacherously early attack OF
her annual complain-hay fever. Stell
went with Iva Stanley. The girls had
delightful time together. Stell's appetite
for beauty was Unsuitable She drank
in with joy every hour of the radiant
days Watching her pleasure in all
things fair, sweet and gracious, Rode--
ick Stanley felt himself grow young
again. L he III VI lIlCIl ISlul II ~ %AAN
city the young folks had fine frolic.
The curtains in the library were drawn
the mimic logs under the titled nlantel
were blazing bravely The place was
little world of Pickering CLEANS and
warm, wavering shadows when Roderick
Stanley opened the door. He stood
amused, looking at his son, Iva,
and few of their companions circl1ng
around the figure in the middle of the
roon-a cautious cropping figure with
outstretched arms. That sound-near the
door! The b1indfolded victim stood
transhxed! Suddenly she dashed in the
direction whence the noise had proceed
ed.
GIVE got your She had flung her
arms around the man standing smiling
there. cts Paul-you're it, Poul!
And she strove to tear the handkerchief
from her eyes.
There was a commotion-a boisterous
shout.
Stanley laid a restraining hand upon
the bandage He stopped until his lips
touched the fragrant bronze gold hair
Having me, will you keep me, Stell?"
he whispered, eagerly.
ooh" she answered ooh! It's you! =
you're fooled, Stell!' shouted Paul
Stanley. Its only papa. You're it
yet"
But Este1la, her lovely face lifted, was
looking up into the pleading eyes of her
lover.
"You don't-you can't want met
There was ring of mockery in her hap
DIV voice. I'm only the silliest kind of
gir1P'
"You're 1aughter-sunshine-all things
SWEET
"Come on" shouted the impatient
young people.
81 haven't any mission, Pm not like
Aunt Miranda"
The quizzica1 velvet eyes laughed up at
him,
Thank God for that! But bless Aunt
AI;roodaI Rut for her I might never