Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1910-03-16
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fortune than your IduIC' 9oU4S'
cause YOU are good-looking, which is
certainly attributable to luck ratner
than merit: and lastly because you are
. law good-for-nothing, which, no
doubt. forms the bond OF sympathy oe'
tween us"
The sneaker is a girl in her teens
Che &c seated on very much worn
tombstone, of a very mucn "oi "
cburcbyard attached to a sun hloie
z,orn cbu, ch. The stone is a hlgh ONE
and perr its the young lady to SWING
Lo- Ices displaying a pair Oh very
1ea+ ankles. in the stocking OF one OF
which alasl there is hole, thloush
which a pink-white skin stares ou'
,il-a a watchful eye-fxed, like the
--onng Iady's own, upon the sea, when
ONES very near, indeed, to the church-
ward wall, and lies like mlilpohu IL
Tho golden glow of the sunset.
The person addressed Is !ouns
Gentleman a year or so younger IMAM
tho girl goodlooking, tall and stralght,
He is not only good looking oul Dol y
looking. but as he turns his eyes rom
rba sea and rests them on the race Oh
his sister, they shine with a lazy
haIf-amused admiration.
pnt the expression does not III any
~, emharrass the girl, for the eyes
If most people are wont to gro" au-
miring when they rest upon MISS ~
Ioree 7 .atimer. The face is that OF
brunette-dark eyes, little asquf
line nose, small, perfactly shaped hps'
and hair that, though almost Oiach,
soft ana feathery. falling and tumbllns
obo,t the low. white forehead in
manner that creates a maddening de-
sire to put it straight with kiss;
desire that is instantly suppressed ny
rhe straightforward, half-detlant ana d.
together witching play Of the dark
ewes which flash and soften all IN a
moment beneath the shade OF the long,
black lashes. She is dressed-MlsS
dolores I,atimer-in well-worn serge
that has been all to evidently length
sned bv q kilt-for Miss Dolores is
still growing. A hat, battered and rib
bonIess, is stuck on the back OF her
shapely head, and jacket caught by
one button--the rest are mieeir%-z.
embraces lovingly her straight little
shoulders and neat little Just she IS
thin and supple, as young girl should
be. but there is a distinct hint OF COM
ING perfection in her figure, ana tne
hapds-clasped on the edge OF 'Ae
tombstone to enable her to teep up
the swaying motion of Ter legs
though brown and freck'ed, are tiny
and shapely.
No doubt at an early hour OF the
morning the dark, feathery hair was
done up in a neat coornet, butt is
evening now-it has escaped some OF
its bonds. and falls, d delicious black
waterfall, upon her rough sailor jacket.
Her voice is clear and sharp as
girIs in perfect health, and full OF ex-
preston. and when she smiles row
of pearls seem to smile with tf9 lips
through which they peeped and the
ewes above them. Take her altogether,
Dolores is as bewitching and tantaliz-
ing a specimen of girlhood trenching
on womanhood as one would wish to
see.
And lastly, you are, like me, lazy
and good-for-nothing, dear boy!"
You are not very complimentary,
Lorrie"
Take care!" she says, jerking her
leg away. That's the second time you
have narrowly missed tanning me for
life with those clodhopping boots! 1
wonder why hobbledhoys always kick,
like donkeys. Not complimentary? To
myself, do you mean? No, Jack. I am
not complimentary, l am truthful. You
and I, dear boy, are a bad lot. or
should it be lots? l am sick when
hear of pupsie; my heart aches for
him. However, such a respectable,
such a very respectable man. could
have been curs-blessed with such a
couple of children as you and ne
=
OF understanding. Here is pupsie as
polished and refined as-as a dining
room sidebOard, bUrdened with a son
who is born duffer and a girl who is
regular tomboyi If it wasn't for
Margaret I expect he'd go quite out of
MS mind. What pity it is that
we're not like Greta, eh, Jack? Why
can't We be clever and quiet and nice
and well-mannered, like her, Jack?
Any one would know that she was the
Tector's daughter, while us-or we-I
say, Jack, do YOU think we really are
pupsie's children? Do you think it pos.
sible We We're changed in our cradles"
What rot you talk. Lorrie."
But is it rot? Isn't it rather a good
idea2 I'm sure I'm more like a gypsy's
child than a respectable English
clergyman's. And as for you-wel. YOU
are fair enough-not to say earroty-
but some gypsies are carroty, YOU