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

be too disappointed-the best part OF
the entertainment is outside. Get on,
Dutchman, we're getting hungry"
So quiet are the lanes outside the
common upon which the fair is held
that it seems as if every one had
focused in the great center of at,
traction; an when they pull up at a
little waysie inn the landlord comes
out an stares at them as if he thought
they were out of their minds to leave
tie fair. But as he recognizes Sir
Heron he smiles intelligently and at a
call from him the landlady makes her
appearance, drops courtesy and
looks as if she expected them, which
is indeed the case, Sir Heron having
d1spatced a groom to announce their
coming and order luncheon
Delighted as child at the novelty
and excitement, Carrie ascends the
stairs demurely, but when the dame
.ushers them, with innumerable
courtesies, into an old-fashioned room
in which a table is spread for lunch
con, Carries feelings are too many
for her and she claps her hands.
The landlady vaguely intimates
that she prepared room for them In
which to remove their hats, but May
declines with prompt firmness; they
pitch their hats-much to the land.
lady's grief-on to the stiff sofa ana
unfastening their Jackets are ready
for the banquet.
Two minutes afterward Heron's step
is heard bounding up the stairs and he
nearly knocks his head off at the
low door.
people couldn't have been so tall
when the old-fashioned houses were
built" says Carrie.
cor their heads unscrewed," sug4
gests May.
II hope you're both hungry" he
says, taking his seat an cycling the
substantial fair with that expression
of greedy satisfaction which the male
animal alone exhibits, because l feel
like a wolf. Is that a veal and
hammer?" nodding at pie.
MAY, here's a chicken and tongue
and mysterious something that looks
like bSawn Carrie, I've ordered some
raspberry tarts for you
81 thank you," says Carrie in,
dignantly "I'm not child I'll take
some of the tongue"
'You don't want that, anyhow" he
says. What shall we have to drink?
Oh, bring some nectar" then, as the
alarmed landlady starts and bobs
courtesy, bring some ale and somo
champagne-and bottle of ginger
beer, and he mods provokingly at
Carrie.
care you two going to fight all lunch
time?" asks May.
mot a minute longer" he says, at
lacking his plate.
They eat an they laugh-espec1al
he and Carrie-heartily, but through it
all his eyes steal loving glances at
May, and once or twice his hand finos
out hers under the table and clings to
it with an eloquent carees. He is so
happy-is this blase man Of the world
that at odd moments he is startled. If
anyone had prophesied month ago
that he could find any pleasure. bar
amusement, in eating cold veal and
ham pie in a country inn in the COM
pany of two young, innocent, unworlo-
ly girls, he would have laughed that
prophet to scorn.
Leaning back in his chair and look
at the sweet face-his own, his very
own-he tries to remember whether
he was ever so happy before, and he
fails-fails utterly. 1t is not happiness
merely, it is intoxication. Every
movement of the graceful figure,
every f1eeting expression that drops
from the red, ripe, mobile lips, chains
and fascinates him. When by chance