Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1911-03-03
cuAPTER XXVIl.-Continued.

cHAPTER XXVII.-Continued.
4 And when the endless meal was
NOR and wards of white wells had
s,er tied over pounds Of hair-or is
q too bought by the yard?-and
somc eight ensembles with their alb
bc COMPLIMENTS had been packed
nic three automobiles and a trap, |
drew long breath and faced about.
had lust then only one object in life
TO find Alison, to assure her of my
absolute faith and confidence in her,
and to offer my help and my poor
SELF if she would let me, in her
service.
She was not easy to find. searched
the lower floor, the Veranda and the
grounds, crcumspectly. Then l ran
into little English girl who turned
out to be her maid, and who also was
searching. She was concerned be-
cause her mistress had no dinner, and
because the tray of food she carried
would soon be cold. | took the tray
from her, on the glimpse of something
white on the shore. and that was how
lmet the girl again.
She Was sitting on an overturned
boat, her chin in her hands, staring
out to sea. The soft tide of the bay
Tapped almost at her feet, and the
dnperies of her white gown melted
haZiy into the sands. She looked like
wrath, a respondent phantom Of
The sea- although the adjective is re-
dUndant Nobody ever thinks of a
cheerful phantom. Strangely enough,
considering her evident sadness, she
vas whstling softly to herself, over
and over, some dreary little minor air
That sounded like q Bohemian dirge.
Size glanced up quickly when / made
amiSstep and my dishes jingled. All
Considered, the tray was out of the
4 picture; the sea, the misty starlight,
ne GIRL with her beauty-even the
sad little whistle that stopped now
and then to go bravely on again, as
uOoEh 1t fought against the odds OF
SUemhng lip. And then / came,
accompanied by a tray of little silver
aSaes that jingled and an unmistak-
aOie odor of broiled chicken!
Oo.' she said quickly; and then,
Va. thought you were Jenkins"
moo lnn1nr IF
IL | asked, rendering my offering.
lou didn't have any dinner, you
Mo|' | sat down beside her. See,
III be the table. What was the old
@ay tale? Little scat bleat; little
Io,e appoar!' I'm perfectly willing
"Oe the goat, too"
Que was laughing rather tremu-
OSly.
we never do meet like other peo-
w. 90 Wc?' she asked. I'VE really
USAt to shake hands and say how
are you"
don't want to meet you like other
SOpN and | suppose you always
I'lA OF me as wearing the other fell
~ "S clothes" l returned meekly.
IN doing it again; don't seem to
"oIe to help it. These are Grang-
~ mat | have on now"
we threw back her head and
"C %ol again, joyously, this time.
a, w. It's so ridiculous" she said,
r auO you have never seen me when I
~ ~,n not eating! It's too prosaic!"
4, "DAcn reminds me that the chick
se'nhg cold, and the Ice warm"
A sUSSeSted, AT the time, l thought
n. AVE- could be no place better than
,"'n,house kitchen-but this is.
way. Y,ueFed all this for something I
mns 10 say to you-the sea, the
"aN the stars"
as ~" authoritative you are!" she
M. uylng to be flippant. "You are
nv ". W say anything until have had
mn supper. Look how the things are
PaIed around!"
Nvt, ~ SHE ate nothing, after all, and
n "" soon | put the tray down in
h,r. S"Ao. | said little; there was no
npo1. we were together, and time
sspb nolhing against that age-long
hat VI the sea. The air blew her
hca !" small damp curls against her
ce,,. S"u little by little the tide re-
w. Ieaying our boat an oasis in
waste of gray sand.
ven maids with seven mops
d r,, swept it for half a year
suppose. the walrus said, that
ba ,'"ey could get it clear?"
0us, ',''" at me once when she
sreo,, nave known l was going to
Neid her hand. and as long