Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1905-10-23

not go; he will want to paint if the
day is fine"
HE can paint at st. Martini" he
breaks in, eagerly. There must be
no end of sketches, studies-whatever
you call it-there, you know. 1 wish
you'd ask him. 1t would do my cousin
SO much good, and and"-the arch
hypocrite falters as he meets the in
nocent, eagerly wistful eyes" though
dare say you won't care for the
dusty drive, and have seen quite
enough of the place, still you'd be do
ing a good action, don't you know,
and all that. 1t will cheer my cousin
up sooner than anything"
Every WE'LL" said Leslie. 81 will
ask my father. But 1t will not matter
if we do not go. You must persuade
Mr.. Temple
"Mr.-oh, my cousin! Yes" he said
with sudden embarrassment Of
course. Thank you. 1t is awfully
good of you"
Leslie looks at him, her color deep
ening, then she laughs softly.
why, want to go too!" she says.
There is no goodness in it,
"Then that settles it, he says con-
fdently. What point is that out
there, Miss Lisle?"
''That is Ragged Point" she replies.
81 had no idea we had come so far.
Please tell him I am going to put the
boat around; it must be very late!"
mo, it isn't" he says. II can tell
by the moon. Can't we go a little
/ further?"
But she ports the tiller, and old
William, without a word, swings the
sail over and the boats nose is point
| ing to land.
That's the worst of being thorough
ly happy and comfortable" he says.
! cit always comes to an end and you
have to come back. What a pace we
are going, too,"' he adds, almost in a
tone Of complaint.
"The wind is with u.s. says Leslie.
II should like to stay at Portmaris
and buy a boat" he says, after a mo-
ment or two. ut would be very
jolly
cit is not always fine even at
i Portmaris," she says. Sometimes the
waves are mountains high, and the
sea runs over the quay as if it meant
to sweep the village away
well, I shouldn't mind that" he re
marks. 81 wonder why one lives in
London? One is always growing at
and slanging it, and yet one hangs on
there" He signs inaudibly as he
thinks of what it looks like tonight
with it's feverish crowd, its fiaring
lights, its yellow cabmen and strug-
Cling horses; thinks of the folly and,
alas! wickedness, and glances at the
lovely, peaceful face above him with
great yearning and regret.
II like London" says Leslie. But
then l go there SO seldom, SO that it is
a holiday place to me-"
81 know he responds. Yes, l
can understand that; and like Port
maris because it's holiday place to
me, l suppose"
be at all the worse for this holiday"
she says.
''There is no fear of that 1 never
felt better in my life"
'You must sit firm now" she warns
him; Il am going to drive the boat
onto the sand"
'Here already?" he remarks, as the
keel of the boat touches bottom and
the sail runs down with a musical
thud; and he slips over the side and
over after him.
He puts out his strong arm to stay
her from falling, while old William
curses the 'land-lubber" in accents
low but deep.
I'm about as awkward in a small
boat as a hippopotamus," he says, re-
morsefully. "Will you let me help
you ashore?" He means carry you"
and he holds out his arms; but Leslie
shrinks back ever so slightly, and
boat and picks her up as a matter Of
course.
Yorke slips a sovereign into the old
mans horny palm, and William who is
not dumb as well as deaf, would prob
ably have opened his lips now but for
establishment and amazed delight.
He does, however, grin.
AS the two walk up to the beach
Yorke looks behind him at the moon
lit sea and the boat, and shakes his
head.
ut was a shame to come in" he
says; 'but never mind; perhaps"
He stops, not daring to finish the SEN
tence; but he feels as if he would
cheerfully give half the amount Of the
check in his pocket for such another
sail in the same company.
The quay is empty, the street 81
lent; but as they go up it they see
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