Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1903-01-15

eyes locked long and lovingly at the
smoke cloud on the distant horizon of
the prairie, which she knew was Chi
cago. 1T will have long miles of
cement walks and a standpipe and a
big sign with the name Tanglewood
in letters ten feet high. And there
will be house there from the start.
That viii be our house. And it will
be as lively as an Arabs tent in the
middle of the Sahara. Mother, why
does father always insist on being the
| first white resident of all these
'Vnles,' and 'Dales,' and Views and
everything?"
Mrs. Merton sighed. You must be
patient, dear. 1t has always been that
way. Your father has started over
dozen towns. He has been successful.
The fact that he showed his faith in
new place by moving there the first
of all and putting up splendid house
and installing His family there has al
ways in time attracted other people
to the spot, and, of course. they have
drawn still more. Finally there would
4 be houses dotted all around and a
street car line would be built to the
place and a factory started up, and
then the dream of a town would be
realized and your father would I'M
mediately move to some other lonely
spot to start all over again. It's hard
| tG be the pioneers of the suburban
town"
| Mrs. Merton paused and then went
on. It's so lonely for the first few
years. If it's prairie location you
are practically prisoner through the
winter, when the snow has buried the
little narrow walks two or three feet
deep. No one ever calls to see you
because they would not find the place
without chart and compass. The
first year we lived at Daisylea your
aunt Miranda Dawson came out
/ Christmas afternoon to see us, but she
got lost and wandered around in two
feet of snow on the prairie until after
dark and had Ter feet so badly frost
bitten that she cut you out of her will.
There is nothing to see from the win
| dows of the house but the prairies and
the Lots for Sale signs, and always
the column of smoke in the distance,
which marks the place where people
are living in tribes and not like cast.
! Always on a lonely island.
"Tanglewood," said Susie suddenly.
That must be one of the wooded
places. At least trees will be prettier
to look at than this horrible prairie
Mrs. Merton shuddered. "The .ell
be boot owls" she said, "and people
will come out into the woods to kill
themselves somewhere between our
house and the depot, and there'll be
a mysterious murder committed there
every year, and the detectives will
give US no peace. That's the way it
was at Beechwood Hill. 1t was only
two miles from the edge of the city
and people used to just love to come
and kill themselves there; it made me
so nervous that | never could look
outside the house after 4 o'clock in
the afternoon. There comes the troll
| ley car on its up trip. What q delight
/ it has been to watch that car come
past here every hour. 1t made me
| feel as though | had a house in the
busiest part of State street It's been
such a comfort, although II has been
like the skeleton at the feast, too, for
every time 1t has come past it has re-
minded me that civilization and the
commuter have come to South Della
view on the Hill and that we will have
to trek, as they say in south Africa"
Susie slowly rose to her feet and
stood watching the yellow trolley car
as it went grinding gayly down the
street. Then she went up to her room
and packed some clothes into a dress
suit case and put on her hat and
jacket She sat down at the table and
scrubbed note that she pinned to
the outside Of her door as she went
downstairs. She went into the parlor
and kissed her mother.
I'm going down to Treasure Cove
on the trolley" she said, Il want to
take some things over to Netties.'
Her mother watched the girl as she
went down the walk and stood waiting
for the car, which was coming back
on its return trip to the city.
Poor child" said Mrs. Merton, she
loves to be with her kind. It's too
bad she belongs to such a hermit fam
ily."
It was late when Mr. Me- ton came
bursting in that night. Everything Is
all fixed. Going to put up fine house.
Wen have hard job making Tangle
wood 90. Lonesome sort of place, but
of course you're used to that. Told
Susie this morning couldn't let her go
away to school next year. Need 1er at
Tanglewood. Nice, pretty girl like that
will be quite drawing card. Where
is she?"
Mrs. Merton turned a pair of tear
filed eyes towards him. Susie has
gone. She left this note
Mr.. Merton t. ok the note. It read:
Dear mother: am sorry, but |
have finally decided to marry Mr..
Arnold. He is nice and ! love him in
spite Of the fact that father hates him
so. dc not like to go contrary to