Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1902-03-01

Hon. John Smith did not detain his
hearers long. He referred to the fact
that they were all more eager to attend
to the contents of their well-flled
hampers than to anything he might
have to say. He also said that he was
anxious to leave the platform and
come down among them and seek out
and shake hands with the old friends
Deborah felt that she must go away
by herself and recover her lost equan-
unity. Selling upon two pals, she
water She started off briskly, but be-
hind the first clump of bushes she
cast aside the pals and sat down to
give her thoughts full sway.
Miss Deborah smiled as she contem-
plated the mental pictures of her youth
full self. There she stood in her girl
ish pride, her head saucily atilt, and
mischievous light in her eyes. But
the smile was quickly followed by a
sigh, as ever faithful memory drew
the outline of a tall, awkward country
boy, who stood beside the maid.
All, now, the girls lips parted, and,
bending her head, Miss Deborah hears
the sound of light laugh. At the sound
the youth frOwns, then speaks.
Dan Quincy is a common Teller, and
the girl I've kept steady company with
sha'n't dance With him.
Again the girl laughs, and then in
hooking tone replies:
fn11or &c hoo Wn11 his
name amt as common as some | know
of, John Smith"
"If yer ashamed of my name now,
what'lI We be when it's yer own?'
Who says I'll ever bear any such
common name as John Smith? If
was you I'd ask the legislature to help
me to a finer name"
do you mean that Deb?"
Yes, do
Thus Deborah declared her independ-
ence. She supposed John would come
around that evening and make up" as
he had done so often before, but no, he
had gone away from Hilton without a
word.
At this point her reverie was broken
in upon by the voice Deborah had list
ened to so long.
why, Miss Hancock, what are you
doing here all alone?"
Il was going for water" Deborah fall
tered, pointing to the forgotten pals.
Down to the old spring? I'll go and
help you. | haven't forgotten the way.
| believe l remember every incident OF
my life here. Do you remember the pic
mic just before l went away
Deborah nodded.
do YOU know I've often thought Of
that day. You see, l took your advice
and went to the legislature. 1t took
time. but finally reached there. But |
decided that if l could obtain handle
| to my name it would answer just as
| we'll as if l changed it,"
I'm afraid l was rude" Deborah
stammered.
1T was the best rudeness l ever en-
| countsred 1t made me leave here, 9th
erwise 1 suppose l should have lived
right along in the groove made by my
ancestors. l have always been grateful
| for your scorn. 1t hurt dreadfully at
first. but l came to see the other side
of the question"
John talked of this and that, but sud-
denly he seemed to become aware of
his companions silence. He glanced at
her and in n whimsical tone said:
Deborah. doesn't the honorable mod
| ify the Smith a little?'
What does a name matter, anyway
Deborah asked, impatiently; but here
we are at the spring
| IF the name doesn't matter, Deb. per-
| haps you'll not scorn TO share it with
me now. VIII you, dear?" and the
| Congressman bent down low to look
under Deborah's hat.
John. there's Ellen Ann staring at
u.s." and with blush Miss Deborah
withdrew her hand, but not until she
had returned the pressure of the one
which held 1.-THE Home.