Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1901-03-19

who might have rightfully expected it.
And John instinctively comprehends her
feeling, knows what has happened just
as well as il she told him, for Love is
very elear-sighted in seeing its own re-i
Elections in the loved one. With impul-
siYe, passionate fondness, he throws his
arms about her, presses her, to his breast,
aud kisses her feryently, demonstration
that ELECTS no further opposition than the
gently uttered protest:
"Oh, John. don't.'
And she has to say: "Oh, John, don't''
at least four times more before the back
door is opened and he is gone.
When Hetty returns to the sitting room
she notices that Rufus has assumed
sulky expression, probably resentful OF
her absence with John. which, however
short. may have seemed long to him. 1t
amuses her inwardly, but very demurely
she sits down, not in her former place,
but upon the chair John has vacated
twice as far away from Mr.. Goldie. He
says something, but she does not under
stand what, for she is listening to the
tinkIe Of sleigh bells, out at the barn, go
ing down the lane and far away On the
road, repeating over and over melodious
message to her, so plain that she faneies
Rufus must hear and understand it:
"Good night! It's all right, Coming
again next Sunday nightp'
But to egotistic Rufus the sounds are
merely those of jingling sleigh BELLS GO
ing away with the rival he has driven
from the field, and he becomes more at
bax fai for in tho or NO
At length, he felicitates himself for this
evening, at least, his troubles are over.
He would not think so could he know
what Danny is doing above his head; he
might justly have doubts about it if he
only remembered Danny's existence.
Passive loyalty is an unthinkable con-
dition to 'the Imp" Activity is an in
herent attribute of his being, and acct
dent determines its manifestation in good
or evil. Having voluntarily declared al
legiance to John Cameron, it is with a
noble joy that he has become aware of
an opportunity to do partisan service. He
had gone to bed, up in the garnet, before
Rufus Goldie came, but was not yet
asleep, and heard the sleigh bells an
nouncing his coming as soon as anybody.
And when Rufus entered the sitting
room, Danny's eye was upon him as soon
as anybody's, for the puncheon floor of
his garnet, which is at the same time the
ceiling of the company apartment below.
is full of crevices and knot holes. With
characteristic preeOeity, he comprehend
ed the situation below him as clearly as
did either of the participants in it-and
found it delightful. Fate, to indemnify
him for his self-restraint toward John,
had brought another predestined victim
directly to his hands. The only question
was what should he do with him. Hur-
redly dressing himself he glded out to
the barn and opened the campaign by
pouring a pail of water over Rufus lap
robes in the cutter, and 'skagging" the
vehicle by tying stout rope securely be-
tween the stanchions supporting its body
at an oblique angle from left to right,
near the runners, a happy device that
rendered capsizing, on a rough country
road, almost certain. Then he ran back
to his observatory in the loft to watch
and wait. When he saw John go away,
another inspiration came to him, and
now, while Rufus is allowing his soul to
sink into the content of fancied security
and resigning himself to the mere sensu-
Gus charm of pretty girls companion
ship, which he enormously imagines love,
Danny is busy on his account.
BY common consent the loft is Danny's
domain, where he stores up his wealth of
unconsidered trifes and miscellaneous
odds and ends" things absolutely val
ueless to older eyes, but in a boys hands
a very arsenal of witchcraft for mischief.
Out of this mass of crude material he
quickly selects and with deft fingers COM
bines, working by the light of his soli-
tary tallow candle and unconscious Of
the nipping cold, an amazing and terrible
looking spider. Its body, which must
have weight, is made of a large bullet,
cleft to hold a string and wound around
with a fluffy bunch of red wooden yarn
Half a dozen black feathers, their vanes
trimmed to near the stalks and roughened
up to give a hairy look, make the legs. A
strip of India rubber between the bullet
and the long string attached gives the
thing elasticity, so that, when he makes
a slight jerking motion as it hangs from
his fingers, it's body seems to leap and
its legs to culver with hideously life
like semblance. AS a homemade taran-
tula the thing is an artistic triumph.
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