Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1905-01-23


we, Carrie" she says, with a smile
that would be grim on less youthful
and beautiful face. 81 wonder where
we have been taken to? I don't un-
derstand, but never mind, you shall ex-
plain directly; I'm dying to hear all
Of the news"
"And I'm dying to tell you'll" says
Carrie; "but go down now, dear. You
won't be long, will you? Oh, do you
know your way to the dining-room?
NO." says May, laughing softly. SIS
there a map of the palace hanging up
anywhere?" and she looks around
gravely.
"Now, May, I'm sure the house isn't
SO big as all that. And are you going
to laugh at us the first day you come
! back?"
mo dear!" says May, springing
across the room and kissing her re-
morsefuny. 81 won't laugh-I'll be
delighted with everything, even the
footmen-there! Run down, dear, and
I'll follow you in three minutes"
And barely three minutes elapse be-
fore she comes out of her room and
descends the grand tsaircase. If she
had looked pretty in her travelling
wrap, with the dust of a days journey
in her eyes, she looked more than
pretty now; her silken brown hair
brushed smoothly from her brow, her
eyes glistening with the light which
youth and health alone can give; and
her slight, graceful figure clad in soft
China silk, that while it defines every
line of the 1.-THE form, hangs in grace
full folds, as she moves with quick,
light step, looking now to right, now
to left of her, with the swift, compre-
hensive glance peculiar to her. 1t was
more than pretty, it was beautiful, and
that with beauty which England
alone can produce. 1t Is strange, buv
! it is true, that notwithstanding our
atrocious climate, with its alternate
fogs and frosts, watery sunshines and
heavy rains, this land of ours produces
the brightest women in the world 1t
! is because we use so much cold water,
and are so immoderately fond of
washing ourselves, that we look SO
clean, and sharp, and clear? Talk of
the esprit Of the French woman, of the
languishing grace of the Spaniard, of
the spirituality of the Italian! will
undertake to find you, in one hours
search, five young English girls who
will combine all these attributes each
in her own person, and yet distance
her foreign competitor in either one Of
them.
variety is charming" says the poet,
land in the slim young girl coming
down the staircase was variety enough
/ to charm the soul of man of granite.
You did not know her to take her
for a while that clear, oval face would
! be as demure and grave as a young
nuns, the brown eyes hid under their
| long lashes, the ripe lips set and for
NAL; the next the veil would life, the
eyes would flash, the mobile lips
curve with a smile, and all the face
catch light and beam again. And
| through it all one could discern, peep
ing out, like shy child through half
opened door, the keen sense of humor
and love of fun, the indomitable pride,
and the swift scorn for all that was
mean and pretentious and unworthy.
! And as she reached the hall and
/ looked around at the oak paneling-
not old, but stained, well vanished up
to look like old-at the family por-
traits (bought in Wardour street, and
| the suits of armor (from the same
interesting locality, at the two huge
| footmen in blazing hveries who waited
at the foot of the stairs, and who stood
ready to usher her into the dining
room, as if they were two machines
wound UP and set to perform the task,
the quaint look of humor and sly
mockery played about her lips and
shone dangerously in her eyes. But it
threatened to explode altogether as
she entered the room, and all its SPLEEN
dor burst upon her view; modern oak,
sham medieval furniture, massive
plate, gorgeous pictures, and blazing
candelabra-it was too much for the
girl, upon whom it burst for the first
| time, and who remembered the little
villa at Highbury, with its best and
second-best parlors, it's one maid-of-ar-
work, and it's allpervading air of semi
genility.
The two footmen close the door, and
! Carrie runs forward.
| "How quick you have been, dear!"
she says. "See, they have laid the
cloth on the little table, and-and |
though you'd rather we were alone, and
SO I'm going to wait upon you, or per-
haps you'd prefer footmen?"
ooh, no. says May, "they must be
SO busy"
"Busy!"
watching that the men in armor
don't make a bolt through the front
door. My dear, I wouldn't have one
of those giants about me tonight for
the world am dying, simply dying,