Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1908-06-05

Aul, ne SAID with tnality
The ponies were ascending the risa in
tue Victor Hugo, at the southern end
OF the city. The porteuses, coming down
from the hill-trails, the lithest, hardest
women OF the occident, bore a pitiable
look or fatigue in their faces The Dres-
| sure OF the heat, and the dispiriting con-
dltlon OF the atmosphere, were revealed
| IN the distended eyelids and colorless.
twisted lips of the burden bearers. AS
| Miss Stansbury looked out toward the
| harbor for Uncle Joey's boat, Constable
regarded her profile. The delicacy of
color and contour brought to him an i'm
| perious realization of her fairness. 1t
| appeared that in his absence the rarest
touches of perfection had been set.
You haven't changed much" she said
| laughingy. you were always willing
| to agree that 1 was right, and all men,
| yourself most of all, deeply in the wrong.
| Don't you remember how l used to preach
to you about a mans need of doing some
thing emphatic?'
| Indeed I remember. Your lessons
made a deep impression"
cat least, you bore very gracefully with
| Just as if you didn't know best how to
| dispose of your time and talents ~
"On the contrary, you were more near
| ly right than you knew. l was in need
| of just such moral stimulus The sorry
part, Miss Stansbury, is that don't
bring you admirably invested talents even
now"
She glanced at him quickly. 81 believe
| I understand better some of the difficult
| ties you have had to contend with" she
said. "We all read how you kidnapped
| the entire New York newsboys' associa-
| tion-how you fed the grimy little chaps
oceans of charlotte russo and mountains
of plum-duff, giving them Sunday af-
ternoon at sea, and presents to remem-
| Der. That was fine"
II forgot to tell Breen about that, -
he remarked, smiling at the recollection.
''Breen is a friend of mine, who was
good enough to come along. He's rare
fellow, and you'll like him."
| "You make people find out by them
selves so much about you," she observed.
Think how you let me believe you were
absolutely without interests or ambitions
even last year, while you were making
| daily visits to the jaws of Pelee. 1t was
months afterward that | learned what
| those Journeys meant-and then through
| the press. We all read the paper you
| delivered before the geological society on
| Antillean formations. Think how l felt
while recalling some of my lectures on
YOUR careless attitude toward life. You
might have told me y
| ho Micc
| Stansbury," he said quickly. "Old Pc
| lee has a big story for the right man,
but was unable to drag it forth. l had
| nothing to be proud of to tell YOU
The ponies had gained the eminence of
| the Morne d'Orange. Ahead was the
| broad, white plantation house, where the
| Stansburys and Constable's uncle lived.
| To the right was the dazzling, sapphire
BAY, where the Madame was moored
among the shipping; behind and below,
| the red-tiled roofs of Saint Pierre, and
behind the city, back of all, La Montague
Pelee, hung like an emperor of the Rom
| ans, paled in the intense light of morn
| ing, and wearing a delicate white ruchlng
of cloud about his crown.
est is different with most people" she
replied. "They have so much to tell of
| little things. The silent men who are
dreaming of big things all the time
| think of a conversation like this when the
island is glowing like a brazier y
what is the meaning of this terrific
sultriness and the white scum in the gut
ters?" he asked suddenly.
"Why, supposed you understood
understood what, Miss Stansbu-y?"
sWby. old Pelee has been showering US
with ash from time to time during the
mast ten DAYS. 1t is the faint of sulphur
that spoils the air. The city would have
been white now. except for the heavy rain
that washed the ashes away just before
dawn"
Constable turned approximately to-
ward the volcano. He had come into an
inheritance of winged thoughts in the
presence of the woman, but the news of
Pelee's activity disordered the very root
of things. Mrs. Stansbury was standing
on the porch of the great house, whose
walls. verandas and portcullises were
cooled and perfumed by embroidering
vines, The driveway was bordered by
Rose of Sharon hedges, and the gardens
famed with poisettias and roses. There
was a cool grove of mango and India
trees at the end of the lawn, edged with
moon-fowerets and oleanders. Back of
the plantation house waved the sloping
seas of cane; in front, the Caribbean.
On the south up-reared the peaks of Car
bet on the north, the Monster.
Constable advanced eagerly to give his
hand to Mrs. Stansbury, who received
his greeting with cooling repression. He
would have been dismayed, had he not
felt on former occasions polar draughts
from this source. Still, he paid her
unouestioning homage. 1t was enough
for him that Mr.. Stansbury, an admirable
American gentleman, honored her with
life of one-pointed devotion; that his
uncle. Joseph Wall, of sound mental bal
ance and heart businesses, cherished her
Goodwill. 1t was enough for Consta-
HE. indeed. that Mrs. Stansbury mothered
daughter. He was by no means above
conceiying that another should dislike
him. although Mrs. Stansbury was IN
other respects an Isis yelled too darkly
for his perception. The years had not
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