Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1905-05-08


This is considered the prettiest part OF
the estate"
| what estate?"
/ s"rhe Letchford. 1t extends as far
as you can see"
And he waves his whip indiiferentiy
to east and west.
Nav is silent for a moment: looking
down from the eminence on the broad
range of fielIs and streams-on farm
after farm. homestead after homestead,
meadow rolling upon meadow, and
wood stretching into wood-she
realizes for the first time the wealth
/ and power Of the man whose wife
she is to be-the power and the wealth
that she will share with him.
For a full moment she is over
whelmed by the extent OF it.
Surely" she says, this does not
all belong to you?"
He strokes a speck of foam from the
Dutchman's neck.
dyes" he said, "and there's more
of it on the other side OF the hill. Our
land Joins the Crewe land, you know.
It's wide prospect. / think that it is
the most imposing of the Letchford
property, but my mother considers
the Warwickshire estate to be larger;
and so it is by the map, but you can't
see it all at once, as you can see this"
Carrie, leaning forward to listen,
gasps for breath; May remains silent.
For the first time she realizes and I'M
derstands Lady Letchford's disappoint-
ment and modification at her sons
marriage with such an insignificant
nobody as herself.
"You will see the Grange-that's the
place in Warwicksire-some day, very
soon, | hope"-and he smiles so
significantly that Mays face Pushes
"and you will judge for yourself. For
my part | am attached to the Void and
this. But''-and his voice sinks-'you
shall choose for yourself
ooh, nO-nO, not :"
perhaps you would like the villa
and the vineyard at Lake Maggiore.
That was fad of my grandfathers; he
bought the land and built the villa. 1t
is a pretty place in the summer; We
used to spend two Or three months
there every year, till my mother got
tired Of travelling. 1t is too much Of a
place for man to go to alone"
Have you got any more places,
Sir Heron?" she asks.
con or two, Miss Carrie Dalton" he
ST. he oh ho1
Glenfylde, in Scotland..would suit
you. 1t is a little bit Of house built
of Scotch fir an in such wild part
that the deer come and browse within
gunshot of the bedroom windows. Get
on, Dutcman. Hold tight, Carrie! he
always spins down this hill as if he
meant to break his neck
AS they reach the bottom something
breaks the stiffness of the autumn
morning
''Why, what is that?" asks Carrie.
''It sounds like a great crowd-and,
yes. it is music; do you hear it, May?'
yes; what is it,"
wait, and you shall see what you
shall see!" he replies oracularly. Get
| on, ituICuIudu-lOOh dC n1o Odl0
The Dutchman obeys with an
earnest alacrity which seems to set
the edges flying past thin, the noise-a
confused blare of voices and the clat-
ter of rough music grows more dis
tinct and, the road bending suddenly,
they come, much to the astonishment
Of the two girls and greatly to the
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country fair.
1t is in full swing-roundabout
menageries, waxworks, penny shows,
shooting galleries and Aunt Sallys
Mingling in strange discordance with
the human voices is the lowing Oh
cattle and the baa of sheep.
1t is sight entirely and completely
novel to the two girls, as Sir Heron
had expected it would be, and Carrie,
at the imminent risk of her neck,
stands up, clipging fast to the rail
and is speeches. with delight.
"Oh, look, May! Isn't is glorious? 1t
is like a scene at the theater! They'll
all come forward and sing chorus
directly"
tits to be hoped they won't; that
would break the last straw of the
Dutchman's patience. Steady, old
man, steady. Sit tight, Carrie. You
are not frightened, darling?" he muir
murs.
May laughs, her eyes sparkling, a
flush on her beautiful face.
''Frightened--no! And this is a
fair? I've often longed to see a real
country fair How thoughtful of
you!" an she looks at him with a SOFT
smile that makes his heart leap.
do you really care for it?' he says.
1--WE will go right through if they will
make way
There is not much question about
that. No sooner is the chestnut and
it's master recognized than the crowo,
that looked as solid as block Oh
wood, divides and a lane is made,
while hands go to foreheads and re,
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