Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1910-06-10

IIoated IN on the gossip at Little Zoar.
IL related that Mans mother was dead,
and that the body had lain two days
unDurled while Tike was drowning his
sorrow IN sea of his own ''pine-top."
vaguely it had been understood in
the Gordon household that Mr.. DuX-
oury Farley was a Widower with two
chlloren: boy, some years older than
Ihomas Jefferson, at school in New
England, and a girl younger, name and
place or sojourn unknown. The boy
was coming South for the long vaca-
tlon, and the affairs of the Chiawassee
Coal and Iron-already reaching out
SIMULTANEOUSLY toward the future re-
celVership-would call the first vice
president North for the better portion
OF July. Would Mrs. Martha take pity
on motherless lad, whose health was
none of the best, and open her home to
Vincent?
Mrs. Martha would and did; not I'M
grudgingly on the vice presidents ac-
count, but with many misgivings on
Thomas Jefferson's. She was finding
the surcharged Industrial atmosphere
or the new era inimical at every point
to the development of the spiritual pas
NAAO
son; to paving the way for the realiz-
ing OF that ideal which had first taken
form when she had written Reverend
Ihomas jefferson Gordon on the mar
gin OF the letter to her brother Silas
AS 1t fell out, the worst happened
that could happen, considering the ap-
parent harmlessness of the exciting
cause Vincent Farley proved to be %n
anem1c STRIPPING, cold, reserved, with
no surface indications of moral depray-
lty, and with at least a veneer of good
preceding. But in Thomas Jeffersons
heart he planted the seed of discomfort
with his surroundings, with the home
ly old house on the pike, unchanged as
yet by the rising tide Of prosperity, and
more than all, with the prospect of be-
coming chosen vessel
1t was of no use to bark back to the
revival and the heart -quaking expert
ences of a year agone. Thomas Jeffer-
son tried, but all that seemed to belong
to another world and another life
What he craved now was to be like this
enVted and enviabIe son of good for
tune, who wore his Sunday suit every
day, carried beautiful gold watch, and
was coolly and complacently at ease,
even with Major Dabney and a foreign
born and travelled Ardea
Later in the summer the envy died
down and Thomas Jefferson developed
pronounced case of hero worship
something to the disgust of the colder
hearted, older boy. 1t did not last very
long, not did it leave any permanent
scars; but before Thomas Jefferson
was fully convalescent the subtle fiat
terry of his adulation warmed the sub
ject Of it into something like compan-
ionship, and there were Dragging
stories of boarding school life and Of
the world at large to add fresh fuel to
the fire of discomfort
Though Thomas Jefferson did not
know 1t, his deliverance on that side
was nigh. 1t had been decided that
he was to be sent away to school, CHA
wassee Coal and Iron promising hand
somely to warrant the expense; and
the decision hung only on the choice
Of courses to be pursued.
Caleb had marked the growing hun
ger for technical knowledge in the boy,
and had secretly gloried in it. Hero,
at least, was a strong stream of his
own craftsmans blood flowing in the
veins of his son.
TT d be a thousand pities to spoil
good iron man and engineer to make a
poor preacher Martha" he objected;
this for the twentieth time, and when
the approach of autumn was forcing
the conclusion.
II know, Caleb bou you don't under
stand" was the invariable retoinder.
You know that side of him, because
it's your side. But he is my son, too:
and-and, Caleb, the Lord has called
him!"
He's only a little shaver yet. Let
him try the school in the city for
year r So goin' and comm on the rail-
roads, nights and mornin's, like the
Majors gran daughter. After that, we
might see."
Thomas Jefferson took his last after
noon for ramble in the fields and
woods beyond the manor-house, in that
part of the valley as yet unfurrowed
by the industrial plow. 1t was not the
old love of the solitudes that called
him; it was rather a sore-hearted de-
sire to go apart and give place to all
the hard thoughts that were bubbling
and boiling within.
A long circuit over the boundary hills
brought him at length to the little glade
with the pool in it's center where he
had been fishing for perch on that day
when Ardea and the great dog had
come to make him backslide. He won
dered If she had ever forgiven him.
Most likely she had not. She never
seemed to think him greatly worth
while when they happened to meet
He was sitting on the overhangtng
bank, just where he had sat that other
day, when suddenly history repeated
itself. There was a rustling in the
bushes; the Great Dane bounded out,
thought not as before to stand men
acing; and when he turned his head
she was there near him.
"Oh, it's you, is it," she said, coolly;
and then she called to the dog and made
as If she would go away. But Thomas
Jeffersons heart was full, and full
hearts are soft.
you needn't rum" he hazarded. 'T
reckon I amt going to bite you.
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