Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1905-05-29

CHAPTER XIX.
By Charles Garvice

says the American poet, and by the
time May has wiped her eyes matters
assume q more cheerful hue.
It is true sgd, the beloved young
vagabond, is still in Hanger, but it is
not for the first time; and nothing is
more remarkable than the ease in
which he falls into scrapes excepting
the facility with which he scrambles
out of them. And he seemed so hope
full, so unusually serious, that May
cherishes the conviction that he has
really sown his last handful of wild
oats, and if he gets out of this mess
will settle down.
And, for another thing, it is almost
impossible for a girl to be sick and
sorry for long when she is in love,
and her lover is within gunshot.
It troubles her that she cannot
carry her worry to her lovers SYM
athizing ear; but she feels convinced
that Syd will escape somehow, reach
distant and of course flourishing
land, and succeed in making himself
prosperous.
So she says: "Poor Syd!" fearful
ly at first then again: Poor Syd!"
more hopefully, and at last: Poor
Syd!" with something like smile, as
she remembers some of the boyish
follies through which his good temper
and easy-going disposition invariably
carried him.
BY the time she has reached the
house she has pictured happy vision
of the future, when Sgd shall come
home from the unknown land, pros
porous and famous, and his father will
be proud to claim the wild vagabond
whom he now refuses to own.
The footman stares in an icily-polite
way as she enters the hall, and won
ders what the dickens" she has been
up on.
"Is my father in?" she asks.
Eyes, miss" is the reply. "In the
library"
May glances at the clock; it wants
but ten minutes to the dinner-hour.
Punctuality is regarded as the cardi-
nal virtue of Gresham House. and Mr.
Dalton waits for no one.
With far lighter step than she de-
scended. May darts up the stairs
filings the mysterious cape on the bed.
and makes hasty toilet.
A hasty, but by no means an inef-
fective one.
Some girls require great deal Of
dressing-Rose Vavasour is one Of
them; her toilet is work of art, her
maid an artisa of the highest talent.
Rose Vavasour, before she places her
self in the hands of the said artist,
and Rose Vavasour when she leaves
those hands, are two distinct persons.
But May, as Mrs. Turner once re-
marked, would look well-dressed in a
two-penny cotton print; her fair,
fresh complexion needs neither
powder nor paint.
Tonight she chooses the dress she
wore the night of the dinner at the
Void, the night Heron first held her
in his arms and whispered his love
vows in her ear, and she puts flower
in her hair, and the thought of how
soon he would be by her side adds a
blush to her cheeks, and she is
dressed.
hall as she enters the dining room,
but for once-ip-a-way the master of the
house is not seated at the head of the
table scow1ing at the late arrival.
where is papa?" she asks of Car
RE, who is kneeling at the fire, vainly
attempting to persuade pug to stand
on his hind legs.
6Op'f 1y71OUy CHI oncuorc have
,-een running all over the house for
ror-for the last hour. Perhaps papa
mas gone out for n walk, too" and she
pouts.
Don't be angry, DEAR says May,
laying her hand on the sleek head. 81
II only went for rum
You weren't running when / saw
you. You were creeping around the
house Iike-like an Indian on the war
track" laughs Carrie. 81 wonder why
papa doesn't Gomez"
'Ill go an tell him dinner is
ready" says May, and she goes to the
library door and knocks
1t is quite minute before any re
spouse comes, and then it is quiet:
"WeH?" which does not sound very in
viting.
Dinner is ready, papa" she says.
Dinner? don't wait for me.
have headache"
'I am so sorry" says May, gently.
"Can I send you anything? May
not come in?"
NO." ne says, evidently from the
depths of his chair. ct want to be
quiet, that is all; go on with your din.
ner."
May fingers moment and then
goes back.
ga headache" says Carrie, staring;
"a never knew papa to have a head.
ache in his life, and it won't do him
any good to sit moping there. Let
me go, May?"
NO." says May, holding her gently,