Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1909-02-03
S. Barring GOULD

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bad as pictured by Mr.. Coyshe. The
reality would not differ from the
ideal as thoroughly as the seal from
the painted mermaid; but there was
truth in what he said. A love match
was entered into by two young people
who have idealised each other, and
before the first week is out of the
honeymoon they find the ideal shat
tered, and a very prosaic reality
standing in it's place. Then follow dis
appointment, discomfort, rebellion.
Far better the foreign system Of par
ents choosing partners for their child
rem: they are best able to discover the
real quaIrles or the sutton because
they study them uIspass1onately and
they know the characters of their
daughters. Who can love child
more than parent, and therefore who
is better qualified to match her suit
ably?
So Barbara argued with herself Ger
tainly Eve must not be left to select
her husband. She was a creature of
impulse, without grain of common
sense in her whole nature.
Barbara drew Eve down beside her
on the sofa at the foot of her bed, and
put her arm around her waist. Eve
was pouting, and had red eyes; for her
sister had scolded her that morning
sharply for her conduct the preceding
night, and her father had been ex-
cited, and for the first time in his life
had spoken angrily to her, and bid
den her cast off and never resume the
costume in which she had dressed and
bedizened herself
Eve had retired to her room in a
sulk, and in a rebellious frame of
mind. She cried and called herself
an ill-treated girl, and was overcome
with immense pity for the hardships
she had to undergoe among people
who could not understand and would
not humor her.
Ewes lips were screwed up, and her
brow as nearly contracted into a frown
as it could be, and her sweet cheeks
were kindled with fiery temper-spots.
Eve, dear said Barbara, Mr.. Coy
she is come
Eve made no answer her lips took
| another screw, and her brows con-
tracted little more.
Eve, he is closeted now with papa,
and know he has come to ask for the
hand Of the dearest little girl in the
whole world
| Stuff said Eve DeeViSh1y
Not stuff at ALL argued Barbara,
'nor'-interceptins another exclama-
tion-'no, dear, nor fiddlesticks. He
has been talking to me in the parlor
He is sincerely attached to you. He
is an odd man, and views things in
quite different wey from others, but
I think made out that he wanted you
to be his wife,
Barbara said Eve, with great en-
phasis, nothing the world would i'm
duce me to submit to be called Mrs
Squash!'
My dear, if the name is the only
objection, 1 think he will not mind
changing it. Indeed, it is only proper
that he should As he and you will
have Morwell it is Of course right that
a Jordan should be here, and-tQ
please the Duke and you-he will, I
feel sure, gladly assume our name.
l agree with you that, though Coyshe
is not bad name, it is not a pretty
one. 1t lends itself to corruption
'Babb is worse said Eve, still sulky.
Yes, darling, Babb is ugly, and it is
the pet name you give me, as short for
Barbara. have often told you that I
do not like it.
You never said a word against it
| till Jasper came
Well, dear, I may not have done So
When he did settle here, and we knew
his name, it was not, of course, seem
ly to call me by it. That is to say,
| said Barbara, coloring, it led to con-
fusion-in calling for me, for instance,
he might have thought you were ad-
! dressing him.
Not at ALL said Eve still filled with
a perverse spirit I never called him
/ Babb at all, / always called him Jas
per- Then she took up her little apron
and pulled at the embroidered ends,
| and twisted and tortured them into
horns. 1t would be queer, sister, if
you We're to marry Jasper, you would
become double Babb.
! 'Don't!' exclaimed Barbara, bridling
this is unworthy of you, Eve; you are
trying to turn your arms against me,
when am attacking you
May not defend myself?'
Then Barbara drew her arm tighter
round her sister, kissed her pretty
neck under the delicate shell-like ear,
and said, Sweetest! we never fight. I
never would raise a hand against you
| would run pair of scissors into my
own heart rather than snip corner