Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1902-10-13
you can tear down the bill, papa

would nave him locked up.
Il should like to hear him." said
Doris. 81 have never heard a really
eloquent speaker. May I go to the
Lecturer"
81 shall be ashamed if you do" re-
piled the lawyer.
But Doris laughed.
mot quite that. Sir John Darke
is going, win his wife and daughters.
I should like to go ALSO"
well, you can go, Doris-that is,
if your cousin will accompany you.
Just once will not matter, and it will
prove to you what nonsense such men
talk. You will certainly hear fine
orator. I have heard that Martin
Rays words fall like fame and set
his hearers hearts on fire. Go, but
do not mention the mans name to me
again"
Mr.. Hatton finished his tea and
went off to the Office, where, in the
intricacies of 'Luvson v. Gother,' he
forgot all about Martin Ray; nor did
he dream that a tragedy had begun
that day.
Harbury was a quiet town, with
very few anus ements, and such
thing as a great political lecture, no
matter on what side, was not to be
neglected.
Doris Hatton was we'll pleased to
go. She had all her life heard her
father speak of Radicals as of a class
OF beings quite different from other
men. Here was a chance of seeing
the enemy. Partly because she had
nothing else to do partly because fate
! or destiny led her, Doris Hatton went
to the lecture.
! Looking over the sea of faces.
changing, frightening, or darkening
under the fire or scorn of his words.
Martin Ray saw one that lived in his
| aeart for evermore-a pale. refined.
pretty face, with great earnest eyes
and tender mouth, the fate Of a girl
Who must, be hero-worshipper by
nature. The expression of it was
| apt and attentive; the eyes never left
MS; the face paled, the lips quivereu.
Che eyes frightened, and the face
| dushed as he changed his theme. It
was like playing on some grand harp:
touch what chords he would. the re-
sponst was certain. After awhile the
SlrTs face held him captive-he found
himself speaking to it, thinking of it.
watching it as it changed and paled.
lie was no longer himself and his
audience, but himself and this girl.
He was explaining to her his
| doctrine; imbuing her mind with his
! ideas.
Martin Ray surpassed himself this
evening" the young face inspired him;
and, although among his listeners
were many who dissented from him.
who believed him to be almost
cTiminally wrong, no one could help
admiring the earnest discourse Of
the Voice of the, People, Those
who disagreed with him regretted
hat so much talent should be abused:
those Who believed in him gave him
an ovation, and Toasted him royalty in
the old town of Harbury.
All night Martin Ray dreamed of
one face, one pair of eyes; and, when
morning dawned, he felt that the com.
mon lot of humanity was his at last
he loved the fair unknown girl with
love that naught could change
He found out who she was: she was
Doris Hatton, the only daughter of
| the stanch old solicitor, who would be
his greatest political enemy. He
| tried to get an introduction at the
house, but failed completely Amos
! Hatton would not receive him. Still
Martin Ray could not tear himself
away from the girl; and he found
means to meet her and to tell her how
well he loved her.
| Doris Hatton was always inclined
to take a romantic view of matters
and she made Of the man a perfect
hero. All the ideas and theories of
her lie were upset. She believed this
man, with his dark eyes and fervid
| thoughts, to be a phophet among the
people. At his bidding, down went
the affairs of her youth; loyalty.
obedience, reverence for superiors-
all vanished, and before her spread
the wide plain of universal equality.
she loved Martin Ray with perfect
love, such as he could have won from
no other creature living. There was
long struggle in her heart between
allegiance to her father and this
swift, sweet, newborn love; but, as
this new teacher told her, the old
landmarks were swept away, they
existed no longer-no father had
right to interfere with the marriage of
mis- children.
Through the sweet month of Nav.
while the hawthorn .bloomed on the
hedges and the clover grew, he con-
tr1ved to see her every evening. He
found that Harbury was a good
school. He wrote to the committee of
which he was the head, and said that
he should remain there while he
founded society, and taught the peo-
pie what were workmen's rights and
wrongs. He labored honestly enough,
and in the intervals of work he