Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1904-12-23

for continued exertion, coupled WIN the
physical ability to cope with sustained
effort-or rather to achieve sustained Ell
fort. And if l mistake not, the seed fell
upon fallow ground. Have l not seen
you armed with hoe and sunbonnet per-
forming prodigies in the well-kept gar
den behind your fathers house? Believe
me or not, Miss Lizzy, to the extent or
my deserts-you have really taken long
step toward quieting the Argus of Sand
town. After awhile it will blink COM
placently upon all your goings in and
your comings out. There goes fox
squirrel. How the wary scamp runs
inviting trees"
"But you are quite sure that my gar
den exercises are the direct result OF
your Mount Zion lecture, Mr.. Philoso-
pher?' she said, with little piqHs dis
closed in her voice, as well as IN the
arched brows and the dropping LIDS.
might l not arrive Independently at the
conclusion that / ought to work the gar
den, as Mr.. Redden puts it? But my
what heap of ugly red dirt, Mr.. Ma
son. Is this where you get all the heaps
of ugly rough stones that l saw in the
office Of the State geologist onceT
They went on through the woods slip
ping down steep declivities, through beds
of brown leaves knee deep, leaping across
little slender, shaded rills, pulling great
punches of 'sweetwilliam" her and there
looking at the surprisingly tall, slender
saplings of ash and elm, and poplar, and
hickory that seemed to be in such hur-
ry of growth to get up into the sunshine
above the high tops of the parent trees
that they could not afford material for
lateral growth
Here a bunch of wild raspberry vines
held its clusters Of black, soft, sweet
berries too temptingly toward them, and
their fingers and lips were stained with
the purple juices.
Here hen pheasant, spreading her
dropping wings and erecting her black
ruff futtered along in way that SO
aroused the latent hunter instinct in
Lizzy Wickly that she intuitively gave
chase, and only relinquished the pursuit
when the willy bird, having succeeded in
her diversion, and being satisfied of the
security of her numerous little brown
brood, finally flew high up in leafy oak
and Immediately stood so straight up
that it looked very much like bit Of
dead limb.
Here tangle of wild rose bushes COW
cred with the sweet smelling "forbears,"
of all the Marechal Niels and the Jacque-
minots and sweet tea roses-prettier and
sweeter than any Of their noble and
naughty descendants, called the ramblers
irresistibly to them, and held them
long, long time in admiring investigation,
and delightful acquisition.
1t was at the end of this episode, and
when the glories of the wild rose tangle
had been exhausted, that Lizzy held up
large bouquet of the roses, the sweet
williams, some wild pinks, some very
richly tinted bluebells and a setting OF
long, rich, yellow-green ferns to the ad-
miring gaze of Mr.. Mason.
''This bouquet | shall leave at your
tent for Prof. Huntley. If after seeing
this he shall still persist in keeping away
from Sandtown and the Wickly residence
| shall be driven to seek him in his lair.
Isn't that the tent yonder, Mr.. Mason"
There was an odd, puzzled, uncomfort-
able apprehensive and abashed look or
combination of looks ON Mr.. Mason's
face, that made an impression upon Lizzy
Wickly. Was he not hurt? Was the
poor old fellow so very JEALOUSY And
was she altogether right in romping
through the woods in this hoydenish way
with him?
For although his long and abundant
brown hair was plentifully sprinkled with
gray, announcing that the cooling time"
of life had fully arrived, was his close
shaven face not ruduy and preternatur-
ally young?
THAT is the tent, Miss Lizzy. And we
are upon it in the nick of time. For
here comes black cloud so rapidly and
Unexpectedly that-yes, we will have t.
run or get a sprinkling. Quick. Civ
me the flowers so you can hold youl
skirts. Now give me your hand. Not
the left hand. That's ominous in a race
like this. Now, hold hard, so 1 won't
have to hurt your fingers in my grasp.
Now, then. I'll never forgive myself if
/ get you wetting that would spoil your
pretty dress, and that love Of hat"
ITO Io continual