Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1904-01-18
CROSSED THE LINKS BARE
FOOTED.
Diana Was Game Though Robbed of
Shoes and Stockings.

Diana Was Game Though Robbed of
Shoes and Stockings.
This is the true tale of a certain
pretty New York girl at one of the
hotels on the borders of the Am
monoosuc river, New York, during the
summer.
She declared that she hated golf,
despised tennis, loathed driving in
brakes with a crowd of people whom
she didn't like, and decided to see if
she could not find some means of en-
joyment.
There are fascinating little pools in
the river, which are only about knee
deep or less, and in them speckled
trout dart to and fro fearlessly. The
girl is an expert with rod and line, so
after she had spent two or three
mornings fishing with tolerable sue
cess, il occurred to her that it would
be great fun to build a dam and make
little trout pond in which to put her
catches.
So. morning after morning, she
would disappear, where, no one knew.
Finally, being a popular girl, whose
society was much sought after by
young men, her absences began TO be
noted and people wondered where she
was.
One morning she had succeeded in
getting away without being seen, and
taking off her dress skirt and pinning
up her petticoat, she was putting the
I finishing touches on her little wall of
rock that was to make the dam, and
plastering it with mud put on with a
fshingle.
/ She had just unrolled a strip of
wire netting which she was going to
I put across to prevent the fish from
getting ont when she heard a cracking
T in the bushes. She dropped the net
& ting and stood mp, her face rosy and a
/ pair of wonderfully slim white ankles
and rosy feet showing through the
water with all their beauteous curves.
The face of a young man, a guest
! Of the hotel. peered through at her.
1t was one who, though sought after
/ by the other girls, had not par
ticuiaTly appealed to her because he
was, as she said, stuck up and con-
Ceited over his old millions"
In fact, she had rather snubbed
/ him; but now his turn had come.
"Will you go driving with me this
afternoon, Miss Murray" he said.
Your maid told me where you were,
so I came down to ask you"
His impudence in seeking her out
was more than she could stand.
No. thank you" she replied en-
! phatically. II do not care to 60"
Snu0bed again, the youth hesitated.
Then he grew crimson. 1--WE done
nothing to deserve your displeasure, -
he stammered.
Il hate you" she said
He saw his opportunity and grasped
IT, or rather them. When she looked
up, she saw him departing and in his
hand was a pair of dainty patent
leather shoes, and a pair of EN-.
broidered silk stockings.
Give them lack to me-" she
shrieked.
"Oh. no." he said coolly. "To the
victor belongs the spoils." And with
that he marched away toward the
hotel. Here was a predicament. In
order TO get to the hotel she had to go
from there to the front entrance, and
to cross the golf links and pass by the
tennis courts. Did she finch? Did
she wait until dark? Did she shed
tears? Not this girl She was a
thoroughbred,
! Stepping out of the pool on the
bank. she dried her feet with the
towel which she kept concealed there
donned her skirt, and marched across
the links. past a crowd of tennis
players, among whom was her brother
Taking Father Kneipp's cure?" he
grinned; but she blushed and kept on
walking as deliberately as though she
were going to church.
Five minutes later she walked past
a group of gossiping old ladies on the
porch, into the hotel and into the pri
vate Office of the manager, bare fee
and ALL
A young man took the next trair
for the city and a certain young WON
an knows of at least one hotel where
she will never meet him again.