Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1910-03-23
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and the governor met MIN at one Oh
their political pa1avers. Appears that
nap Melford is kind of Croesus.
rolling in riches, millionaire sort OF
old bird!"
Yes, he is very rich,' says Jack.
Just so. Hold on a bit longer, old
man, and I'm coming to the point
This old Melford has got a daughter
hasn't he?"
Jack mods.
All, I thought so; from the cover
uor's Egyptian hieroglyphics l wasn't
quite sure it wasn't halter of martyr
According to him, Miss Belford-"
"uelford,' corrects Jack for the
third time.
OF course. Miss Melford will come
into all the old mans money, and, ne
governor who is always trying to
ind the happy heiress to offer upon
the family shrine, thinks she'd be just
the kind of sacrifice to suit me-"
Says I'm to call there and make
their acuaiqntance; do the amiable
in tact. Reminds me that I've nothing
in the world to look forward to but
a wealthy marriage, and implores me
to remember that he looks to me to
lit the family of Kendale out Of the
mire. Says that it's just as easy to
tall in love with a girl with money as
Is is 10 think you have fallen in love
with one without. and that it's far
more satisfactory. Worldly old par
ept. isn't hep" and he laughs.
"Weu?" says Jack.
We'll, that's about all, you know.
I must obIige the governor, if l can. /
AS TO falling in Iove"-he stops and
makes a grimace-'that's another
thing. I'm not given to falling in
love much myself, which is rather a
good thing under the circumstances,
but if I were inclined to be spoons
On a girl it would have to be the
right sort"
I suppose So" says Jack, glancing
at the stalwart, graceful figure and
the handsome, carelessly bright face
with a boyish admiration.
Yes by lingo! Jack, did you ever
think of the kind of girl you'd like to
marry?"
Cant say have" says Jack, dubi-
Ousiy.
HEM" meditatively staring at the
smoke which he puffs through his al
most closed lips, the sort of girl /
fancy now, is-What's that?'
THAT" is Lorrie, making an at
tempt to get away from the unpleas-
ant position of unseen listener to a
aentlemans confessions; but the
noise she makes in moving and Lord
Guys question send her back prompts
" to her old place, where she sits
with her head against the tombstone.
and her face very red.
Tit must be a rabbit says Jack,
with extreme awkwardness. Won't
you come inside and see my father,
Guy?"
Thanks, old fellow; in a minute!
Let me finish my cigar! Yes Jack. 7
think I can see the girl shall go
down before. Tall-she must be
tali-with fine eyes and brown hair,
with an air like imperial, what you
may call it, Juno's. A woman who
could hold her own in a big assembly.
or at the head of a fellows dinner
table, you know"
a see," says Jack, ga kind of pro
1essional beauty, a sort of Madame
Tussaud's queen in her Court train
That's something like it, only more
so. Now can imagine what these
Bel-Melfords are. The father made
his money out of iron rails, so the
governor says, and isn't at all a bad
sort Of old fellow. Rough and ready,
expect, Slap you on the back and
eats his dinner with his knife, princi-
pally. But that doesn't matter if your
father-in-law is rich, you know. Ec-
centric, that's what they call it. AID
the girl: well, I expect she's rathel
loud and fond of colors. Talks about
my pas place. and all that sort of
NO, she isn't; but it don't matter.
You Will see for yourself"
anybody else in the family?"
4 brother" replies Jack.
All! Nice fellow?"
Don't know much of him." he says
shortly, "and what 1 know I don't
Jack! jack" cries a soft, sweet
grave voice from the Rectory garden.
That's my sister Margaret calling"
he says. Come in with me, will
your"
You go first" says Lord Guy, "she
may want to speak to you. You can
come back tor me-if you want me-"
Jack goes off, having quite forgot
ten Lorrie, and Lord Guy settles him
self upon the tombstone to wait COM
fortably.
The sunset glows redder, bank of
clouds creep up from the sea and tint
the tapping waves with purple hue.
Lord Guy looks round upon the scene.
whispering softly, and the minutes