Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1902-06-28
CHAPTER II,

the march of progress. The railroad had
gone farther inland on the peninsula and
the river traffic had disappeared at it's
coming. The town had never numbered
three thousand souls in it's most prosper
Gus times, and since the war none of it's
citizens had taken the trouble to look at
the census. 1t was like many another
Virginia town, slumbering away undis-
turbed by the activity and rush north of
the Potomac. To the older planters there
were still only two cities, Richmond and
New York. Richmond meant the usual
winter holiday when the tobacco was
sold; New York was to them what Lon
don is to the Englshman. Other places
did not count. Sons and daughters had
grown up, married and gone away Many
had become citizens of the new South.
Eastover Court House was shabby
little town-a dirty little town, if you
like. The blacksmith's COW ranged at
will through the streets, and the hogs of
several worthy citizens made a good liv-
ing on the main thoroughfare Genera
tons of horses had stood many days of
their lives at the horse racks around the
court house yard and before the hotel.
Deep hollows were dug where they had
it's yard was the stately brick court
house, with its white pillars, surrounded
by smaller brick structures, the lawyers
Offices.
One bright morning, early in the spring,
yelloW-haired young man, Enthusiastically
English, clambered up an outside stair
| case that led to one of the offices. His
| face had the stamp of gentle breeding,
o,,I n1n+ ho fOJ1 sna -oA
| breeches and boots affected by the gen
| tlemen of his nation from Leicestershire
| to Calcutta. Broad in the shoulder, thin
in the waist, he was a good type Of his
class and people.
| He knocked at door on which hung
a defaced sign. Sun and wind had blot
| ted out many of the letters of the name,
| but the Attorney at Law had been
freshened within q decade. The name
was not even that Of the occupant of
| the office, but of his uncle.
Come in" called CHEEKY voice.
''Hold on! wait a minuter' The lawyer
fumbled at the door inside. "Hulloa!'
he said, as the door swung open. Come
in, Mr.. Maude. l have to fasten this
door with a peg stuck in the crack. The
| catch seems like it don't want to work
TazewellT'
Eyes" answered Maude. 81 rode out
there yesterday, but can make nothing
out of the old chap. He did the agree
able all day with a grand monarch air,
refused to talk business and told me sto-
ries all night. 1t was quite good enough,
but didn't get anywhere at ALL"
HE was too polite to refuse, I sup
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two other places, though I don't expect
you can rent 'em-still you never can
tell. One is Gen. Tazewell, the majors
brother. The other place belongs to Hugh
Darlington. Know him?"
GIVE met him, 1 believe. Tall, dark,
Notwithstanding fellow, isn't hep
THAT'S the man. He's a crackin' good
| farmer. He can get more work out of a
niger than any man in the cyounty. He's
| tobacco always brings the highest price.
His living costs him nothing much. He's
as close as the bark on a hickory, in
| money matters; but he's always in debt,
and just now is so near being sold out
that if he were to shut his eyes he might
fall over the cliff"
"Ah!' said his auditor. "Why?"
81 swear don't know what he does
| with his money. He can't lose it all gam
bling and horse racing"
"Ahr' said Maude, suddenly interested.
"Does he know anything about horses
Can he ride. and that, you knows"
BEST judge of horses in the cyounty;
| and ride! there amt better fox hunter
in Virginia, l reckon"
"That sounds better than anything you
| have told me of yet"
81 don't know. There's only one house
on the place fit to live in, and 1 don't
believe he would give it up to any one
renting. He might SELL"
The Englishman shook his head.
AZ don't blame you. Be suited before
you buy. But I don't think he'd give up
| the house. You see. Gen. Tazewell S
house is only about three-quarters of a
mile away"
"Why couldn't 1 have part of the
house? I shan't be here all the time.
| l shall be away with my horses q good
| deal, and we might strike up some sort
of an arrangement with him to help me
| train and fit"
DO you raise ACKNOWLEDGEMENT the law
yer asked, his eyes twinkling in his fur
| rowed face.
"A few" answered Maude. "Why?''
Because. sub, l have been breeder
of thoroughbreds, and can tell you my
| experience. Get a more comfortable
| chair"
Maude stretched out his feet to the
| dirty stove.
Mr.. Henry, the lawyer, had been one
of his first acquaintance. and amused
the Briton considerably. He was a new
type to him; versatile, good-humored, lazy,
always entertaining; as jury lawyer he
stood high in the State; in trial where
a mans life was at stake, no one could
work harder than he; but ordinarily he
| was slack, careless, unambitious.
| II like a good horse" said the lawyer,
land l always raised good ones. You
know the one l ride"
what. that shutting grayT put in
| Maude.
Shutting gray!" cried Henry with q
sweep of an indignant arm. That's
the best ridin' horse in the State. The
gheriffs Chunk can't out-dog-trot him
when he gets warm. Oh, l forget! Sou
| all don't know a ridin' horse when you