Evening journal., 1910-06-07

our way back to camp. To say we didn't |
enjoy ourselves would be an injustice for !
1 had great sport. and I'm sure Jim never |
had better time in all his life.
The fellows now turned all their efforts
and attention toward the annual sports, |
always held during the last week Of
August, their camping month. These were
scheduled this year for the 2Sth and riv-
airy in the sprints and dashes promised
some keen contests The spirits of the
campers we're aroused 10 fever heat.
The week had dwindied to days. the days
to hours and ten o'clock had long since
passed, but the fellows were still wide
awake. talking about the coming events
on the morrow. Taps sounded, lights were
turned out, and everything in Camp Re
we're, on the Passaic FOR a few minutes
was still. But this lull lasted only a short
time. Soon the low talking Of the fellows
recommended, The one hundred yard dash,
the mile and the half-mile runs, the potato
and sack races. the diving and swimming
contest and the relay race, with such
thoughts burdening our minds, how could
we sleep.
However the low whispered undertones
were not to continue long. Some one in
Tent No was heard, calling at the top
Of his voice. Hang these mosquitoes, why
don't they give us rest"
Soon such exclamations. often followed
| by loud expletives. rose from every tent.
Let us peep, for a moment. into one OF
them. We threw back the flap at one end.
and with lighted lantern in hand gazed
/ an fha Queen araua ,rri,frt, r,,eafa ,str ax-ne
Pillows. blankets, straw. and clothes OF
all descriptions arc scattered everywhere;
trunks are overturned, and the whole in
terror is now not unlike a pawnsbop,
where, few hours ago, a most prim and
tidy housekepeer would have found it diff
noult to arrange things better.
The fellows are wildly tanning the air.
Some are scratching, with great vgor, the
mosquitoes tokens of love just presented
them. Others roughly punch each other,
hoping so TO rid themselves of their pain.
Take that light away" yells one Of tho
sufferers.
Get me a piece OF mosquito-nctting"
shouts another.
What tune is it?" calls a third.
Camp Revere was in woeful condition
the next morning. Every one was more
OF less bandaged. Heads, swollen to onor-
nous proportions. were tied with linens;
and hands were wrapped in cotton wad-
ding. Some were so badly bitten that they
were compelled to spend the day within
their tent
As usual. early i'm the morning, Tessie
Marvel came 10 camp. She indeed greatly
mourned the calamity which had befallen
Can,n Revere for et,o i,oreofe to,4 irt.-4oa
to visit tho sports in fhe afternoon.
But alas, no sports for us poor fellows
on that day. All thought of races must be
banished from the minds OF our ill-fated
campers.
Tess for so We all called hre had
on former visits to US, always shown a
particular liking for wetherhin They had
often gone on long walks together. and
once, 10 his great delight, Jim had spent
a whole day at the Marvel farm. It was
Tessie Marvel who had sent Jim the invi-
tation to the Bee"
Jim, TO his deep sorrow was one of those
badly bitten. and had TO remain in his
tent all day long. What about the races"
\ thought he 10 himself, will they have them
anyhow. Won't I be able 10 take part?"
I lie kept turning these thoughts over in
his mind until his head ached; dizziness
seized him; he grew percepubly weaker;
a doctor was sumoned and he pronounced
his case quite serious; but said, that, in
all probability. he would pull through"
all right, IL left undstured.
ressie Marvel, hearing Of Jims condi-
uon. asked that he might be brought to
the farm and properly cared for. we
thought it a good plan. so late that az
ternoon, We carefully removed our invalid
10 the Marvel homestead.
Two weeks tender nursing brought him
back to health once more. and returning
his sincere thanks TO the Marvels. he de-
parted for home.
on the outskirts Of Little Falls. n. ".
is a large country-seat, known as the
Wctherhil estate. handed down from
father to son FOR many generations. The
proprietor of this estate is a tan, stall
wart young man. with raven hair He is
in the prime Of life and is the very pic
ture Of health.
II is a bright June afternoon. The birds
are chirplng merrily IN the bushes about
the garden. The breezes bear the frag-
rance of the honeysuckles and roses from
the vines entNining the pillars Of the
long piazza. in front of the beautiful man
sion. The whole scene presents an air or
Ncslm content. AR. wetherhir sits in a