Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1910-08-31

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only thing that held them. AS much
of a fight as she had put up with the
rest-the people who had taken her in
she had put up the hardest with
Clara. Yet of them all Clara was the
only one she had failed to capture.
Clara was always there in the middle
of her affairs, but surveying them
from distance, and Flora's struggle
with her had resolved itself into the
attempt to keep her from seeing too
much, from seeing more than she her
self saw
Their dubious intimacy had created
for Flora special sort of loneliness
"a loneliness which lacked the Sc
curity of solitude; and it was partly
as an escape from this that she had
accepted Harry Cressy. By herself
she could never have escaped. The
| initiative was not hers. But he had
presented himself, he had insisted,
had overruled her objections, had
captured her before she knew wheth-
er she wanted it or not-and held
her now, fascinated by his very sue
cess in capturing her, and by his beau
tiful rudy masculinity. She did not
ask herself whether women ever mar
ried for greater reasons than these.
She only wondered sometimes If he
did not stand out more brilliantly
against Clara and the others than he
intrinsically was. But these moments
when she was obliged to defend him
to herself were always when he was
not with her. Even in the dusky car
riage she had been as aware Of the
splendor of his attraction as now
when they had stopped between the
high lamps of the club entrance, and
she saw clearly the broad lines of his
shoulders and the stoop Of his square
set head as he stepped swingingly to
the pavement. After all, she ought to
be glad to think that he was going to
stand UP as tall and protectingly be-
between her and the world, as now
he did between her and the press Of
people which, like a tide of water,
swept them forward down the hall,
sucked them back in it's eddy, and
finally cast them, ruff1ed like birds
that have ridden storm, on the
more generous space of the wide, up
ward stair.
From here, looking down on the
current sweeping past them, the little
islands of black coats seemed fairly
drowned in the feminine sea around
them-the flow of white, of pale blue
and rose, and the high chatter, like a
cage of birds, that for the evening
held possession.
Ladies Night" Harry Cressy
mopped his flushed face. 'It's aw-
full"
Flora laughed in the effervescence
of her spirits. She wanted to know,
teasingly, as they mounted, IL this
were why he had brought two more
to add to the lot. He only looked at
her, with his short note of laughter
that made her keenly conscious Of his
right to be proud of her. She was
proud of herself, inasmuch as her.
self was shown in the long trail Of
daring blue her gown made up the
stair, and the powdery blue of tbs
aigrette that shivered in her bright,
soft puffs and curls-proud that her
daring, as it appeared in these things,
was still discriminating enough to
make her right.
She could recall a time when she
had not even been quite sure of her
clothes. Not Clara's subdued rustic
at her side could make her doubt
them now; but her security was still
recent enough to be sometimes con-
scious of itself. It was so short a
1in oil foil
that made a parsonage of her, had
had the power to put her quite out of
countenance. The women who craned
over their shoulders to speak to her
how hard she had had to work to
make them see her at all!
And tonight it was not the picture
exhibition, nor the function itself
that elated her, but the fancy she had
as she looked over the moving mass
below her that the browning excite
ment of the day, the vanishing mys-
terry, lowered over them all. 1t was
fantastic, but it persisted; for had
not the Chatworth ring itself proved
that the most ordinary appearance
might cover unimagined wonders?
Which of those bland, satisfied faces
might not change shockingly at the
whisper "Chatworth' in it's ear? She
wanted to confide the naughty thought
to Harry. But no, he wasn't the one.
If Harry were apprehensive of any
thing at all it was only of being
caught in too hot crush. He saw
no possibilities in the mob below ex-
cept boredom. He saw no possibil-
tiles in the evening but his conven-
tional duty; and Flora could read in
his eye his intention of getting
through that as comfortably as pos
sible. His suggestion that they have
a look at the pictures brought the two
women's eyes together in rare CLEAN
of mutual mirth. They knew. he sus-
pected that the picture gallery would
be the emptiest place in the club,
since to have look at the pictures
was what they were all supposed to
be there for
CTO BE Continued
Crouch Justified.
Excuse me for looking grouchy this