Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1905-06-26

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Then Mrs. Boxall comes forward.
ooh, Miss May, you will do this? 2
she exclaims, tearfully.
! What can i1o?" says May, sadly
81 cannot-cannot take advantage OF
your generosity You would not wish
me to be $3.50 DEPENDENT"
Dependent" shouts the little man
his usually pale eyes all ablaze. why
this very house, this very coat / wear
owe to your father! Wasn't de
pendent! Who speaks of depend
ence? All I have is yours-we've nc
one else to live for but you. Do you
want TOTO break our hearts?"
mo-" says May, II only want to
save mine from breaking, dear Mr.
Boxall."
At this he turns to the fire and
groans. Mrs. Boxall cries silently
Carrie whimpers in the easy-chair.
1t is a scene of love and devotion
battling with pride.
81 can't think of it," groans the hon.
est fellow what reason is there
for it? I see you are too proud, but
/ just. 1t is not right we should be
burdens upon you. Oh, Mr. Boxall,
| Go not-lo not misunderstood u.s."
1t is a stormy anil painful scene All
| the hopes and fond expectations of the
worthy couple are scattered to the
winds. Mrs Boxall cries until her
eyes, fixed on Mays pale, beautiful
| face, are red and swollen. Mr.. BoXall
raves and entreats in breath, but at
last Mays sad, sorrowful wistfulness
wins the day, and before midnight she
gains the victory.
Trembling and grumbling, he con
sents to read the letters again.
"Warley." he says. Wiltshire
and he looks across at Mrs. Boxall,
who has Carrie in her arms. "Humph!
Well, if you are so determined, / sup.
pose | must give in. II suppose you
won't object to our going to Marley,
too? What have we to live for? We've
enough, the missis and me. If you
mean to do this, why, we won't be left
behind Marley will suit us-eh,
| Nary You go tomorrow? Well, I'll
go with you; you'll let me do that, at
least?"
On the morrow they start. May calm
and thoughtful, her face sersnely
beautifu1-too beautiful for school
+, mistress-Mr. Boxall sorrowfully re-
signed.
Marley is one of the outlying vii.
lagos to which a railway does not run
| They travel by rail to the nearest
town, and there take the coach to
their destination.
| The Wiltshire village lies like a
gem i'll the valley of wooded hills
Above the elms arises the turret OF
the time-honored church, whose sha
dowdow falls on an ivy-clad vicarage.
Marley is a picturesque village
much beloved of artists and poets
Over it hangs the sleepy, contented
air which is supposed to have over
hung that village in which Rip Van
/! Wrinkle lived.
| I he coach, ere it sets May and Mr.
Boxall down at the vicarage, passes a
pretty little school, from which the
boys and girls are troding after their
mornings work.
A little apart from it is a small cot.
! tage overgrown with Virginia creeper
| it is-there is no doubt in Mays mind
the school cottage.
With a grieved and serious face Mr.
Roxall helps his young princess out OF
i the coach, and rings the vicarage-bell
A trim. neatly-capped servant answers
| it, and conducts them into the library
| Mr.. Boxall looks at May as the ser
want closes the door.
ct is not too late, May he says
pleadingly, and with the air of a man
leading a forlorn hope. 'Say the word
and we'll go back ir. the next coach"
But May smiles and shakes hel
head, and the vicar enters.
He is a man of little more than mid
die age, if, indeed, past that mystic
period, and, as he enters, he glances
from Mr.. BoxaH to May with some
thing like surprise.
Miss Dalton?" he says.
81 am Miss Dalton" says May, bow
ing.
The vicar eyes her with the remnan
of his first surprise.
"Ah, yes-yes, of course" he says
rather vaguely. Pardon me, but
but l expected to see an older lady"
May colors prettily. Mr.. Boxal
catches at hope, and breaks in before
May can speak.
Eyes, just so, sir. Miss Dalton il
such young lady,"
$50 see," says the. vicar, with
smile, as he puts chair for each o
mis- visitors.
quite a young lady," repeats poo
Mr.. Boxall, "and perhaps you will
think her much too young to un1er
stand your school"
i The vicar looks curiously from on'
to the other.
II don't know that" he says. Ant
Mr.. BoxaH nearly groans.
II think I am quite competent,