Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1902-07-05

I recognized It instantly when she cams
to speak to me. felt of it to see; but
I didn't dare ask her, though was dying
to. She's just like her father-too proud
to know anybody except just to say
How e-doT to them. I don't like that
kind myself. Most girls, nowadays, arg
so chatty and interesting"
''I'm sure YOU are firing yourself, Mrs
Letcher," said Mrs. Darlington, with q
sigh, giving Hugh a despairing glance.
"What were you reading?"
"a most interesting and instructive
Book. People do write such exciting
books nowadays. This is all about a
vendetta, and the language is SO beau
tiful! I love to read about lords and
duchesses; superior people, all the char
acters are, and so we'll bred" She hand
ed her novel to Mrs. Darlington, while
Hugh escaped to his girl cousins, in an
other room, industriously sewing for a
coming party.
Dinner was not served until half-pase
three o'clock. The fire wouldn't burn, or
something, and then dinner had to be
saved for poor James, who, as a matter
Of fact, had fallen asleep over his crack
ers and cheese at the store. It was the
most unsystematic and disorderly house
Hugh knew, but he was fond of his
aunt, and knew that anything she had
would be given him if he needed it..
James and his sisters, too, would be as
ready as the mother to make sacrifices
for the honor of any member Of the fam
lily.
Hugh, whose visit had been made for
the purpose Of speaking to his aunt about
his affairs, without letting her know what
he had learned from Mr.. Henry, found
it hard to introduce the subject. She.
on her part, was shy of questioning himl
for in doing so she must make it appar-
ent that she had listened to gossip, which
she abhorred. just before leaving, the
next day, he managed to say to herr
'You know I have rented my place. I
was a little in debt, but see my way
clear now"
II am so glad to hear it," she answer
ed; "but, Hugh, if you get into trouble,
don't fail to come to me. You know :
will always help you in any way l can"
and the tears shone in her eyes.
He kissed her faded pink cheeks, more
moved by her words and expression than
he cared to show, and rode off hastily.
"Oh, these silly women!' he said to him
self; II believe I'll have to pay those
bills, after all. Why can't they let me
run my own show?"
He took a book from his pocket, and
made a few figures in it, as his horse
running-walked swiftly along. II believe
I had better pay them. It's becoming a
bore lodging them; but it's a lot of
money. 1t certainly will cut out good
slice. But what can l do? If 4 don't
pay them, she will. I'll try a compro-
mise. Lucky the farm is mortsaged."
A grin spread over his face; sour sort
Of smile, and he put his horse into a cam
ter. Major Tazewell had sent word by
a ragged negro boy, asking him to stop
by.
Major Tazewell's was quite as unthrif-
ty looking a plantation as Mrs. Caring
toms. The Carringtons were dlGorderly,
lazy, and unsystematic. Major TazeWell,
| proud, stiff, aristocratic, punctual to
minute, was in most respects the very
opposite to James Darlington; but,
though he was learned in manures and
chemicals, he had no more business fac
ulty than James. Besides, he was grow
ing old among changing conditions of
which he did not approve land he felt out
of sympathy with his neighbGs. He
lived a lonely, isolated life, with his only
daughter as a companion. People 9sed
to pity her, though never to her faces for
she had the same high temper and IN
compromising manner as her father.
Hugh did not remember to have seen
her since her childhood.
(To be continued.)