Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1910-03-30

Continued.
By Charles Garvice


to Jack, VINO, in happy ignorance of
his friends absorption. is giving him.
for the second time full and com
plete account of the way in which he
caught the trout which figured on the
dinner table.
Meanwhile the two girls had gone
into the drawing room, low room
with old-world furniture, and a wide,
stretching window, which opens onto
the lawn Arrived there Greta gets
out her work; not piece of fancy
work which is as ornamental as it is
useless but coat of Jacks out of the
sleeve of which he has, after the
manner of the sons of men, wrenched
the lining.
Greta is the good angel of the rec
tory. 1t is she who runs the house,
manages the servants, pays the
butchers and grocer's books when
their is any money, and pacifes those
irrate tradespeople when there isn't.
She is busy from morning to night,
never foolishly, aggressively busy.
but always at work-up stairs, down
stairs, and in the upper chambers. If
sne sits down for a few moments
there is sure to be basket of mend
ing by her side and a needle and cot
ton in her hands.
If anybody wants anything in the
rectory, it is Where is Greta?" If
ic
know, look here Greta!" If the rector
gets a button off his shirt or wants
cruel or a mustard plaster, it is Greta
who is called upon. If any of the par
ishioners are in want of beef tea and
blankets, they walk up to the rectory
and inquire if they can see Miss Mar
garet, please.
No one thinks of applying for any.
thing to Lorrie. 1t is not expected that
she should be worried. She does moth.
ing, and does it infinitely well!
At the present moment she wanders
I'D and down the room with her soft.
dusky head tilted back upon her
hands, clasped behind her neck, her
eyes half closed in meditation for a
few moments, then she drops upon the
music stool and begins to play.
She can play. Of geography, his
tory, the polite languages, alas! OF
grammar also, she knows little or no.
thing; but she can play, and sing, not
with the correctness of a musician
but with a touch and in voice that
are as bewitching and tantalizing and
seductive as her dark eyes or the
curve of her sweet red lips.
She plays now thirty or forty bars
of the serenade from "Olivette," then
stops abruptly.
What, Lorrie? I am listening to
YOU and mending this coat of Jacks.
/ wonder why it is that he always
tears out the lining of the left
sIeeve?"
"Oh, bother! who cares? Greta
don't you think''-music-"th that it is
awfully cool of that young slip of ar
istocracy to swoop down upon us tC
dinner in this fashion,"
Lord Kendale, my dear Lorrie!
Fancy calling him slip! He is broad
er than Jack. and he is anything but
short Why shouldn't he? Jack asked
him.
Il didn't suppose that he came unin
vited," retorts Lorrie. running up and
Gown the keys in an elaborate scale;
even the cheek of a viscount isn't
equal to that, l suppose"
My dear Lorrie, l wish you would
not use such slang words"
ck-Jack-caught it of him; it's
the only useful thing l ever did get
from him, and he bestowed the
measles and the whooping cough and
the scarletina upon me, if you remem
Der. But. seriously, Greta, I don!
think this young viscount is the prop
er sort of companion for my brother
joint"
He. seems rather nice than other
wise" she says, calmly.
Rather NIGEL That's what one says
when there is a doubt whether the
pudding is eatable or not. Rather
nice! So he is-he is just like doll"
"A doll?"
les pretty Dlu6 SH anu SOIuSn
town hair, and a dear little mouth and
pretty little hands"
Really. anything less like a dol
than Lord Guy I never saw. His eyes
are blue-or aren't they?-and his
hair is light; but whoever saw doll
with tanned face? And as to his
hands, they are good shape but not
small, not tiny hands, and white like
papa's. a doll! That isn't fair, Lor-
RE" And she laughs again. you
seem to have taken rather dislike to
him. Why?"
'Lorrie swings round on the stool
and looks at the quiet face
bent over the coat, then with dash
of color returns to the keyboard and
commences a march from Chopin.
"A dislike I positively hate hint"
MY dear Lorrie!"
Hate him, AS TO why, don't
know" this last rather hesitatingly
I'm sure he's wicked-why. We know