Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1907-08-16

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IN not use his stick, though" said
Lucy.
But in the end she found she had to
use it, the slippery. loose surface of the
pitwalls defyng her to surmount them
at any point whatsoever, and she tried
them ALL
Nearly an hour she spent in abortive
attempts to escape from her absurd pre-
dicament She grew hot and damp and
excessively cross: but it was not until
she was nearly exhausted that she gave
in. Singing, scalding tears of chagrm
trickled under her eyeHds as she stopped
and picked up the stick at last. And
when that supreme moment arrived in
which, utterly spent, but exultant, she
stood once more on level ground. her
first act was to hurl the stick back into
the pit again. But, alas, for the femi-
nine aim that so often misses its object.
the stick alighted on a tail bush only
half way down the declivity, where. 1t
reposed, ingly-concIuSive glarlng
evidence, not of her having been able to
do without it. as she had meant it to
be, but of her consuming pilue under
her ignominous capitulatlon.
''Ah, why did you do that!'
1t was the voice of the man, Of course.
She looked about for him Immediately
on climbing out. but it appeared he had
been meanly hiding behind tree.
Il was beginning to get Il bit anxious
about YOU" said he. IF my work had
not engrossed me so, | should have come
she perceived that he still held Il paint
brush in his hand He had not been
hiding, then, for the pleasure of gloat-
ing over her discontinue. Oddly enough
she was glad to know that
THANK you for your tardy solicitude,'
she retorted stitfiy, and made mock
curtsy. Then, as she caught sight of
one leg of an easel close by, she eX-
claimed impulsively, for she did little
sketching herself, "Oh, is that your pic
ture? * But, how fatuous? Of
course. it is"
AS if haif-consciously, she had moved
toward the easel.
''Of course, it is fatuous, as you say"
he rejoined but l wish you hadn't,
all the same, because-weli, because,
spelling canvas amuses me. And, do you
know" he said, smiling again, Il am one
of those ridiculous persons who would
far rather be an amusing failure than
Il dull success. l would, somehow. l
am like that"
IT'S very nice" she murmured. After
all, he was not such an ogre His smile
was pleasant, and he had beautiful,
white teeth.
There was a somewhat lengthy pause.
Are you aware of the awful fact"
she asked abruptly, that you and !
ought not to be speaking to one an
other like this?" And her cheeks dim
pied, and her eyes were roguish.
''Perfectly aware" he answered. Isn't
it jolly
I'VE don't know one another"
Il rather question that statement" he
said solemnly. Il fancy we know one
another far better than we should if
some unintelligible third party had mum
hled a formal introduction. But. if
it really matters, my name is" And
he gave Lucy his surname, which at
once became her secret.
And l." said she, lam Miss Car
michael"
And may / ask, Miss Carmichael,
what you are doing in this back-of-the-
world place." he inquired.
Emanating from another sort of man
this inquiry might have smacked of i'm
pertinence, but from him it seemed only
in the nature of friendly, sonyersa-
tional advance. So Lucy replied, "Oh,
nothing at all at present. Good morn
ing" And she tripped away and left
him.
"But-but you met again." / cried,
when Lucy had finished her story.
She smiled. 'Well obviously" she an
swered, playing with her new wedding
ring.-Edwin Pug in the London Chron-
icle.