Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1905-01-23

"Most beautiful" says May, quickly,
as if glad to agree. "They are superb
old trees, and the house isn't it rather
rather new, dear?"
Nov, how could it be anything
else?" expostulates Carrie, open-eyed.
Papa pulled down the old house to
build this. 1t was such poky old
place. all corners and no windows
not a decent room Papa pulled it
down, every brick, and, oh, May, |
hope you will be pleased, and-and-"
"Well?' says May, with smile.
They have reached the drawing-room
door by this time, and May pauses
with her hand on the handle. "Well,
| dear?"
"Papa-he's very glad that you are
coming, and-and all that old affair
will be forgotten, and-and, oh, May,
you two won't begin quarreling direct
ly, will you?"
| May bends and kisses her for the
twentieth time.
mo, dear, we won't quarrel, papa
and I; at least, if we do, it shan't be
my fault if I can help it. Where is he
in here?"
! Carrie mods, and the two girls go in
| to the room. Mr.. Dalton thrusts his
bandana into his side hind pocket,
from which it sticks out like fiery
tail, and receives his daughter with a
calm, though noisy kiss.
"How are you, May? Forty min
utes late, amt you! That's on account
of the ranch goods train; it's always
| just in front of yours-breaks down oc-
lcasionally. 'Ad your dinner? and, ah,
| | thought you wouldn't get much more
than a snack on the road, so I've had
something put by for you in the din
ing-room. Better get it over and then
we can talk comfortably. Find the
carriage comfortable, eh?'' he asks,
with a curious little laugh, and a
glance of complacent pride around the
gay, not to say, gaudy, room.
very" says May. us it the one
you use as heriff, papa?"
Mr.. Dalton's face grows suddenly
red
"Sheriff's carriage!" he stammers,
eying the innocent face wrathfully.
what on earth do you mean? It's
my private carriage, and if you think
it's too fine
BY this time Carrie has hustled the
offender out of the room and half way
up the broad stairs.
ooh, May, how could you? The
first five minutes, tool" she whispers,
reproachfully
'I'm awfully sorry, DEAR but | didn't
mean it. 1 did think it was the
shireff's carriage; it was SO gorgeous
and shining, and there was a great
coat-of-arms on the door, I'm sure
or I'm very much mistaken"
$50 there is, but-but it is our coat
of-arms, May"
ooh, is it?" says the elder sister,
carelessly, looking around at the
deliberately decorated corridor, with it's
rows of pictures on the wall, and it's
exotics and statuary at the Sides. "Is
it. didn't know we had one, dear"
"Nor did l." says Carrie, until we
got rich-I mean until we came down
here Those are your rooms, dear,
and I do hope you will like them. 7
=" but she is stopped by an exclama-
ton of amusement from her sister,
who, standing in the open. doorway,
looks around her with wide open eyes
that are eloquent of surprise; then
checking the smile that slowly but all
too palpably curves the red lips, she
says:
/ "What beautiful room! but-but
isn't it rather grand, dear?'
"Grand!" says Carrie, eying the
room for the first time with qualified
Admiration. mo, do you think SO,
really? Well, they are the glandest
in the house, May, dear"
"I'm glad of that. It's shame that
you should give the rooms to me;
why didn't you keep them for your
self, dear?"
ooh, mine are nearly as nice. Now
let me help you get your things, or. per-
| haps you'd like my maid"
"By no means. So there's maid,
| IOO, SdTIIS!
| Carrie bushes and hides her face
over the large imperial.
eyes, dear; I don't want one, May,
| but Mrs. Godfrey Turner said we
should be quite ridiculous without a
maid, and she found one for us; she's
Frenchwoman, rather nice; she
would be quite too nice if she didn't
talk so much and powder her face"
May looks around and through the
mass of bright brown hair, which she
has let fall like a cataract over her
shoulders.
"And who is Mrs Godfrey Turner?
Is she quite-too-nice?" she asks, with a
little stress on the fashionable slang
phrase.
'Mrs. Godfrey is the lady who lives
in the big red house in the Station
Lane" says Carrie, dragging out the
contents of the imperial with both
hands. "She's a widow, and quite a