Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1905-01-20
CHAPTER x.-(Continued.)

She could not believe it. This man
AVho had stood Sunday after Sunday IN
Hhe little white church, and had talked
DO earnestly of the after life in relation
TO the infinitely smaller questions or tins
hfe! this man who had first given her
80 lofty a perception of the character and
person of his principal, by revealing a
surprising breadth and depth in himself!
1t could not be that he could SINK
away from all of them for the base pur-
pose of perfecting villainous scheme TO
COB the people among whom he had lived
continuously for nearly half a year; and
whose kindly acts of confident, trusttul
hospitality had fallen about him like the
dews of heaven, as he had said.
1t had been said that she had become
his only defender But she could do no
hess than believe that the assistant and
eonfidante of Prof. Huntley could be
nothing less than sincere and honorable
man in all his dealings.
But why! why. could he not come to
der and tell her all? He had shown, and
dad spoken in hundreds of ways an ad-
nuiration and fondness for her that had
given Sandtown the undoubted right to
say that he was ''head-over- heels in love
with her.
She had been jestingly cruel to him in
that respect, it is true! But he knew that
was because of her love for the man who
was his master and employer How could
hhe slave and the hireling expect more
of her?
But at last it was daylight, and Mrs.
Redden was calling them to breakfast.
''Coonrod ct hisn a good spell ago, )"
Mrs. Redden said in explanation of the
absence of the head of the house from
the head of the table ''H-yur, Miss
Weekly. you set right down in this chur
eloste to the stove. Hits kline uh damp
un chilly this mOrnun. LizZy, you set
down thar. You're young I'm hearty, I'm
Rim stan the damp better'n your nanny.
How did you sleep? | was certain at
you wouldn't have enough kivvers on
Yur bed las night. Hits been so sweltry
fur the last three-fOur weeks. You take
cream I'm sugar both don't yuh? l do.
i done Wawn't no cOffy less hits gut
good frash cream I'M sugar, both. Hep
yursef to the fry, Lizzy, un pass it to
yur nanny. That salt-risun bread haint
as fraish w hit ort to be! When did you
fust nodus anytheng outen the way with
John Miss Weekly"
Never till yesterday morning, after
we had heard the news of the bank
Breaking" said Mrs. Wickly, who was
sitting at the right of her friend and
neighbOr. trying very hard to show her
appreciation of the friendly offices of the
kind-hcarted old Hoosier woman. by nib
bling very little at almost every bit of
delicacy that was heaped in almost I'M
limited variety and profusion upon her
plate.
We'll well. l do say. Why l SEE to
Coonrod two weeks ago, Miss Weekly,
, 'They's some-h'n the matter with Squar
Weekly. He's Il dOun work at he'd
ertn't to do s'zi. 4 nuvver see a man
o dO-un Nv weemun's work, but some-h n
wrong Why, I'd git down I'm crawl
OH my hans I'm knees, Miss Weekly,
fore I'd uvver thenk a lettun Coonrod
go out un milk one uh ar cows. He
3aint nuvver done no weemun's work
senst him un me went togyuther, so he
haint. Why, when Lum thar was a
baby"
Now. MOTHER said Columbus Red
den, warningly, ''please don't say any
thing about that interesting period of
my existence, on this occasion, will you?
l don't care for those "reminiscences my
self, having heard them twice Il week
for, say fifteen years"