Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1904-07-11


sufficient. Ii requires an artist, a
Rembrandt or a Gaisborough, TO de
scribe il, no pen-and-ink work can dS
II. Beautiful faces can be seen BY the
score by anyone who chooses to walk
through Hyde Park in the middle of
the season, but such a face as this
which was Unframed by the doorway
of the woodlands hut is not seen in
twenty seasons.
It was a face which battles the
powers of description, just as a sun
set sky laughs 20 scoTn the brush On
the ablest painter. 1t was neither
dark nor fair, neither grave nor sad,
though at the moment of its entrance
smile played over iC as the moon
beams play over a placid lake.
To catalogue in dry matter-Of-fact
fashion, the face possessed DARK
brown hair, and red, ripe lips. but no
catalogue can give the spirit and
eloquent play of expression which,
like flash of sunlight, lit up eyes and
lips.
Beautiful The word is hackneye6
and worn out. Here was a face more
than beautiful, it was soulful. Like
the still pool in the heart of a wood,
it miIrored the emotion of the heart
as faithfully as glass would reflect
the face. Like a glass-joy, sorrow,
pleasure, mirth, were reflected in the
eloquent eyes and mobile lips.
OF concealment the face was en-
tirely ignorant; no bird of the forest
in which she lived could be more
frank, innocent of, guile, and ignorant
of evil.
With her light summer cloak held
round her graceful figure, she stood
in the doorway, a picture of grace ana
youthful beauty.
For a moment she stood silent, look
ing from the wOOdman TO his wife ques-
tioningly. then she came into the
room and threw the hood back, reveal
ing a shapely head, shining, bronze.
like in the light of the lamp.
Did you send Dick for me, father?
she said, and her voice, like her face,
betokened a refinement uncommon in
a woodlands daughter. Il was not
far off, only ar the pool TO hear the
frogs concert. Dick knows where to
find ME now, he comes straight TO the
pond, though he hates frogs music;
don't you, Dick?"
The dog rubbed his nose against her
hand and wagged his tail. AMI the
girl took her seat at the table.
To match face and voice, her mien
and movements were graceful, anO
she handled the dinner-napkin like-a
lady. 1t was just that, expressed in a
word. The girl was not only beautiful
but lady, in appearance, in tone.
in beaTing-and that. Notwithstanding
she wore plain cotton gown in a
woodlands hut, and called the wood.
man father"
You did not come by your usual
path, father" she said, turning from
the deerhOund, who sat on his
launches and rested his nose in her
lap, quite content if her hand touched
his head, say once during the meal.
mo. Una" he replied, and though
he called her by her Christian name,
and without any prefix there was a
subtle undertone in his voice and in
his manner of addressing her, which
seemed to infer something like re-
spect. mo, 1 went astTay."
"And you were late, she said.
WAS anything the matter?" she
added, turning her eyes upon him,
with, for the first time, an air of
interrogation.
Matter? Nc" he said, raising
himself and coming 70 the table.
What should be? Yes, came home
by another path, and l don't think
you must come to meet me after dark.
Una" he added, with affected careless.
ness.
''No?" she asked, looking from one
to the other with a smile OF sur
prise. why not? Do you think !
should get lost, or have you seen any
wolves in Warden forest, father?
know ever path from end to end, and
wolves have left merry England for
ever"
Not quite" said Gideon, absenly.
Yes, quite" and she laughed.
What Saxon king was it who offered
fvepence for every VOLTS head? We
were reading about it the other night,
dent YOU remember
Reading! you are always reading, -
said the woman, as she put dish on
the table, from morn to night ana
your father encourages you. The
books will make thee old before thy
time, child, and put no pence in thy
fathers pocket"
Poor father" she murmured, and
leaning forward, put her arms round
his neck. Il wish l could find in the
poor abused books the way to make
him rich"
Gideon had put up his rough hand TO
caress the white one nesting against
his face. but ne let his hand drop
again and looked at her with a slight
cloud on his brow.
.sRichl who wants 10 be rich? The