Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1902-06-14

Keeping wary glance over his Shout
der for q possible pursuer. Proceed
ing in this skirmishing order, they
reached a turn from which could be
seen little bridge, spanning a peace
full brook, and on the bridge a girl
with a green sun umbrella She was
holding the umbrella over something
behind her, and she did not observe
the two pedestrians.
Hey, Miss Farrer," yelled Cuppy.
Miss Farrow turned and Shepherd
waved his hat.
Hello, LYDIA" said he. What in
the world have you got there?"
Il have pig here" answered the
young lady. Il am afraid the pig is
overcome by the heat. How do you
do, Walter?"
There's a sight more chance that
you are overcome by the heat your
self" retorted Shepherd, wrathfully,
and, in spite of her protesting gasp,
he seized the umbrella and shaded her
pretty head with it. This maneuver
gave him a chance to shake hands
with her, and left the pig exposed in
the glow.
"Say, he's a dead one," remarked
Cuppy.
The small animal lay apparently
moribund on the planking and emitted
feeble wall when Shepherd poked
toe gingerly against his somewhat
emaciated flank.
"Oh, dear, what shall we do?" said
the girl. do you think it is going to
die? Auntie is so severe when fail
in my duties"
Good heavens, Lydia, do you mean
to say that pig more or less"
But you don't understand, Walter
i must show myself trustworthy in
every detail. Aunt Elizabeth says so.
She knows girl who couldn't stay at
the RiVington Street Mission-that's
where I want to go-because they
couldn't rely on her to clean milk
cans. Do you believe that if we
sprinkled water on the poor thing
Lets throw him in the brook NUT
tered Shepherd between his teeth.
He'd appreciate it, and so would l."
"No, no, no." cried Miss Farrow.
Your handkerchief"
Shepherd gave her one wild look
and vaulted over the low railing at the
side of the bridge. He soused his
handkerchief in the stream, clambered
up the bank and squeezed out the
water over the pig, who was reduced
by this demonstration to the last ex-
tremity of terror. He rolled about, in
volving himself in the cord around
his neck; he squealed; dissolution
| seemed imminent.
II don't know much about pigs"
said Shepherd, desperate because of
the genuine trouble in Lydia's big
gray eyes. "Do you, Cuppy?"
cav, seen one in Jones wood, an
say, think this fellows fakin'. Stan
up Bill" ordered Cuppy, grabbing the
leading line. "Lemme take him erlong
| fer yer, Miss Farrer."
81 couldn't let you, Cuppy, really
couldn't" protested Lydia. aunt
gave me this to do, and every failure
counts against me. Besides, you ought
to be at botany. Give me the cord"
She leaned rather YEARLY against the
railing and contemplated the hot
stretch of road. But 1 am tired and
thirsty" she added.
whats that place up the slope?"
inquired Shepherd, pointing to the
right The place was where rude
hanging trees on the neighboring hill
side The clear water of a spring
spouted generously out Of rock close
by it, splashing into pool, and the
dark green of the foliage surrounding
it made the spot stand out on the
knoll, like bower.
"Thats the-that's a-why, a
spring." faltered Lydia.
THE farmers call it the Lovers
Well,'" explained Cuppy.
Miss Farrow blushed slightly. She
could not help it; Shepherd was look
ing straight at her.
LYDIA said he, with stern deter
mination, you and are going to
walk up there and you shall rest your
self. 1t is absolutely ridiculous for
you to think of promenading through
the sun with this beast. Cuppy shall
guard the pig. You'll take care of that
pig, won't you, Cuppy?'
yep" agreed that eager youth.
Come on, Bill"
Shepherd picked up the green um-
brella and closed it with a snap.
"But-Aunt Elizabeth" the girl de-
INJURED. "She will be angry. She
will say I'm not fit for Rivington
street"
81 advise you not to introduce those
subjects at this moment said Walter,
pulling her hand within the crook OF
his elbow, in an old-fashioned but an
extremely comfortable way. Here is
the path. Good-by, Cuppy.'
Cuppy, however, was already invis-
ible in rapidly moving cloud of dust,
from which the indignant squeak OF
the pig drifted back indistinctly to the
Lovers Well.
| Lydia laid her hat on the bench, and
bashful breeze played with her hair.
Sbepherd brought her some icy spring