Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1911-10-04


on a trip. We are going to walk
down the road, and into the woods,
and take a boat and float down the
stream to the island, and stay there
for our honeymoon"
What" Aunt .Nancy's hands
went up to her bewildered brow. rs
Peter crazy. Julia?"
mo. He has engaged the Fosters
bungalow, where they camp in sum-
mer, and he's going to put in a man
and a maid to cook and look after
things, and he and l will commune
with nature and with each other"
Aunt Nancy in her youth had lis
tened to the pipings of Pan. You
might do worse than that" she said,
softly.
"Oh, but Aunt Nancy, don't you
see?" there was terror in little Julia's
voice; I'm not like you You and
uncle fitted into each others lives.
You liked to tramp the fields with
him, and you liked the same books,
and the same quiet evenings by the
big fireplace; but Peter and why,
y
I dog that Peter doesn't laugh at"
There was the rub! And Aunt
Nancy knew that it was true. Peter,
arrogant Peter, rich and assertive,
was overlooking all the beautiful
budding womanhood in little Julia;
was making her a lay figure on
which to hank his theories.
Is11ic oh q
advised, land don't let him think he
is the whole thing
But taking stand with Peter was
not an easy thing to do.
81 don't see why you object to my
ideas, julia he said that night, as
they stood together in the moonlight.
They were at the foot of the rose
garden, and its fragrance was all
about them 81 don't see why you
should object to looking like Greek
goddess rather than a French fash
ion plate. And as for refreshments,
I should think your soul would recoil
from the thoughts Of salads and
sandwiches at such moment"
Julia's copper-hued head was
against his shoulder, her adoring
eyes were raised to his. For, in spite
of his freakish point of view, Peter
was adorable.
"But everybody in Twin Corners
will think we are crazy" she pro-
tested, feebly.
"Who cares for Twin Corners?"
Peters eyes laughed into hers.
She wrenched herself from him,
suddenly 81 care!" she cried shrilly;
ooh, l might as well tell you. Peter,
l don't like the gowns you have
planned for me. l want white satin
dress with train and veil; and 1
don't want to be married on the edge
of a pond l want to be married in
church; and l don't want to go into
the woods for my honeymoon"
He caught her hands and looked
down at her, holding her, masterfully.'
Where would you like to go?" he
demanded.
Julia hesitated 81 want to take
trip" breathlessly. "And--you1l
laugh, Peter. l want to go to Niagara
Falls and to Washington and to Mt.
Vernon and to all the other places
where brides go. I've never been
anywhere, and I've always thought
that I'd love to see those places for
the first time with the man 1 loved"
She was trembling when she I'm
ished. Presently she heard his voice.
"You poor little thing"
She threw herself into his arms,
weeping, ooh, am afraid you are
disappointed in me, Peter"
mo" his smile flashed down upon
her, "only I've begun at the wrong
end, dearest I've travelled and stud
| led for years. There was time when
I liked the things you like, but I've
grown away from the old gods, and
expected you to give them up at once.
But now you've set for me the sweet
est task in the world, little girl. You
shall travel the same road that 1
have travelled, and step by step you
shall learn to come to me in mind
and spirit. You want me to love
white satin gowns and wedding sup
pers and trips to Niagara? Well, I'll
see them through your eyes for a
time, and then, my sweet, it will be
Italy and the Isles of Greece for US
and beauty unsurpassed But what
ever comes, l shall love you, little
| Julia, you know that?"
| ooh, Peter. Peter"
For marriage, after all, isn't a
thing of gowns and Of ceremonies, of
jaunts and journeys" his lips were
close to hers; ut is the pathway by
which two people reach the heights,
the lantern by which all the world is
illumined; it's the beginning of a
new heaven and of a new earth fer
you and for me. dear heart"
An Invasion of Butterflies.