Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1910-05-04

course.
| The rage of disappointment and
baked malice is tuning in his breast,
| but his pale face wears its mask OF
calm serenity, and as he pushes his
way. with the supple smile upon his
| lips, anyone regarding him would have
said, There is one man, at any rate,
satisfied with his mornings work.
| After few minutes he sees the NAH
he is in search of, but with the merest
glance walks on, knowing that his ac-
complete will follow, and in another
minute ne feels a touch upon his arm
and sees the shabby, seedy individual,
at his side.
The man looks up at him with a
sneaking, apologize glance.
Sold, guv-nor! But it worn't my
fault. did my best, didn't L? my very
level best, said the horse nd shy,
and he did didn't he? Don't be hard
/, upon a man, Mr.. Melford."
Seymour looked at him under his
half-lowered lids.
you did your best, no doubt; but
you failed. You fool! Why didn't you
shout sooner?'
Il shouted at the right moment. The
horse fell, didn't he? Anybody but him
would have had his neck broke: but
he's got the luck of the devil-and the
pluck, too. You amt going to be hard
on man, Mr. Melford?" he whined
"HO1d UOIIT fOnor1,aY Va, 49, 49,.
name too freely. There is the five
pounds"
All! l knew you was the right
sort!" said the man, Selling the note
greedily. Il allus said so! Mr.. Mel
ford'S a gentleman, says It amt the
first time you and l have done bit
OF business, Mr.. Meford, and if there's
any touting to do, I'm the man to do
1t for you, square and honest!"
Quiet! This Gypsy is good horse,
is it not?"
Good! There amt many better
Lord Kendale will enter him for
some bigger races"
Not doubt of it, Mr.. Melford.o
III he should do so, may want you,
Leverick. You understand? l know
where to find you"
Peter street, Borough. I'm your
man for anything, Mr.. Melford, and at
any time
Good! Now make yourself scarce.
They are talking about that white
handkerchief of yours. and may want
to interview you.
Right, sir! I'm gone!"
Jack meanwhile has found CIV in
the dressing tent in the hands of the
faithful Rawlings, who, having won
his money, is full to the brim with adj
mlration and devotion.
Finest bit of riding as ever l see,
my Iord!' he is saying for the TWEEN
tleth time. The colonel was stand
ing near him, my lord-said that it re-
minded him of the way you rode into
those black beggars at Isandhula! He
SAID ned never seen a pluckier thing
in his life, my lord why, your arms
black and blue already! And there's
the skin all off on this side! Mr.. Lat
liner, touching his cap. wasn't it a
splendid racer"
"Oh, it's You, is it, Jack? Do shut
up, Rawlings, and put my things on.
Want your lunch, old MANI"
I say" says Jack, staring at the
various bruises which ornamented
Lord Guys arms and side. 81 hadn't
any idea you We're knicked about so
much, Guy! My sister insisted upon
my coming to see how bad you really
were"
Did she? 1t was very kind of Miss
Greta"
"oh, it wasn't Greta-it was Lor-
rie," says Jack
"Oh, Miss Lorrie, was it," he says.
Just go and tell her that I'm not
hurt in the slightest, will you, Jack?
III be with you in moment"
Jack goes off with his message. and
Lord Guy finishes his dressing.
she had sent to know whether he
was hurt, had she? Then it was
not only of the horse she had been
thinking! / thought she didn't care
III the least. She sent him to see
after me. Why did she do that, l won
der?"
In five minutes Rawlings has got
him into his ordinary attire, and he
is striding across the lawn to the drag.
Lunch is ready, and if you are all
as hungry as am, it isn't ready
too soon!'
Amidst the popping of champagne
corks and the cries of Chicken,
please, for a LADY," Game pie and
salad, sir, if you pleased" 'Will you
give me plate, waiter?" Lorrie
hears Lord Guys name constantly. II
is evident that he is the hero of the
hour, and he is seated by her side and
to her wants as if she were
the only person in the long marquee
worth moments thought
you must make a good lunch. Let
me give you some champagne!
Don't l feel already as if I wanted
to laugh, and you know, or Jack will
tell you, how dangerous that symp-