Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1910-03-18
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Iu9h OF the water and the feel of the
t1p'u ooHe beneath her feet 1t was
tne hrst time in days that the rain
lido not been falling A haze still over
spread the desert and the air seemed
1uu enough of rain to have drinned if
you mad squeezed it. But Betty didn't
care her long brown hair, still dull
anu satlny as pecan-shell DESPITE Il
'Ai0 havoc OF fever, sea wind and south
erh sun, dangled below her waist in
Two tnlck braids. and was parted with
never sign of ripple over her broad
white forehead. Betty's hair under no
proVocat1on had ever been known to
curl. 1t was nice, stratghtforwa I'd hair.
Tier gown was a prolongation of Meta's
tunlc' and skirt of fine white linen,
~" Oh neck, devoid of sleeve and
clasped at the shoulder with two fash
ing diamond buckles that Meta picked
UP somewhere around the castle 1t
was fastened at the belt by a wide Cir
ole or cut and uncut diamonds curl
ously and indiscriminately mixed. Bet
ty had long since ceased to take any
interest IN diamonds, for she had had
more OF flashing pins and gee-gaWs
thrust on her by the admiring Meta
during her stop in the castle than she
mad ever dreamed of owning Betty's
skirt, though much longer than Metals.
was very well above her ankles and
with City Editor Burton as an appre :
ciatlVe audience Betty was practicing
barefoot dance as she had seen an
ultra fashionable exponent of barefoot
dancing prance upon a very esthetic
stage.
Just watch, City Editor Burton"
she laughed. Just watch! Here is
where l am expressing joy Note the
glow of the drapery, Burton, my boy,
and the marvellous way in which the
dancer sticks her toes into the ooze-
Oh, there's a thorn. Now, City Editor
Burton, I'm about to be captured and
cast away on a desert isle-watch me
See this gesture in grief-City Editor
mine-I send a age-see--I well
come pigeOn-see, there, City Editor
Burton, it brings me q message from
from-oh, Meta, NATURALIZATION
JOHNNY"
Burton bayed & prOdigious roar Meta
tumbled from the house with a small
rifle in her hand as Betty, barefooted,
disheVelled, sprang into the arms of
Larry Morris, and let him hold her
very tightly and kiss her forehead
again and again, while red headed
Johnny Johnson grabbed her hands al :
ternately and danced around so reck-
lessly that City Editor Burton howled
louder than a simeon. Betty and Larry
were too rapt for words. Not so the
incorrigibIe Johnny.
Get on to the Isadora Duncan rig"
he chortled, and this animal here
your lap-dog, Betty? What do you call
him."
CITY Editor Burton" mumbled Bet
ty, extricating herself from Larrys
arms, and both the men roared.
Wouldn't l like to see old Burt's
face if we could only ship him the
brute" said Johnny. 1T would be worth
getting hung for!"
Meta, when she had recognized Lar
~ as the original of the portrait in
Betty's locllet. lowered the little revol-
YER which till this moment Betty had
not known she possessed. AS Meta
turned to go into the house Betty call
ed her back, and putting her arm
around the black girls waist, she said:
Larry dear, she has been good to me;
this is Meta" Larry put out his hand
and the black girl, half abashed, took
it silently.
Meta" echoed Johnny. Where's
BenOni? Is she his?'
Johnny whistled. and a man came
through the brake-he came like a
whirlwind, and when he saw the black
girl by Betty's side a savage yell %
triumph, mingled with the grief that
is born Of JOY, rang out from both their
throatS.
"uis wife" said Larry. quietly. He
bronrht us here He and the pigeons.
Retry, dear, it was so like you to think
Of the pigeons
"Oh. then my messages did some
Good. those blessed birds those bless
"a hirds," exclaimed Betty. I never
knew what became of them. How did
you find the way
we followed Benoni: he knew the
NAV best" answered Larry
Ills wife" said Betty, aghast. Aad
she never told."
Johnson and Larry both laughed. IT
that isn't the woman of it. You'll hold
that ND against her all her life, L sup
pose"
well I don't care" said Betty.
ANYWAY, I'll bet know one thing you
bovs don't. I know who killed Cerisse
Wayne"
.sWho?" asked both boys. in breath.
We'll. then. it was the man VINO
loved her best" replied Betty
ION. what's his Nance" asked John
81 don't know" said Betty, but it
r,,,st have been her husband, Of
course"
..Feu down on your assignment"
sneered Larry. mo story's any good
without namesi"
THE lion stretched his shrunken
Gums over his rickety teeth and yawn-
ed slightly,
.eMademoiselIe," said Meta, ap-
nroaching. you had better come IN out
~ the welt is going TO rain again!
Look at the sky.
Meta, do you speak English re-
nroached Betty, with mental resume