Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1912-05-03

all that had been pred1cJeQ. "A Stal-
wart countryman, quiet, uncommuni-
cative, he showed Jocelyn many pool
and stream where monster fish lay
lurking, and each day, as Jocelyn
strobe at his side or followed him
along the forest trails, he felt the
blood coursing more swiftly through
his veins and newer zest for life.
And in the evenings many yarn
would be spun round the camp fire
! while the water, rushing through the
sluice gates, kept up an undercurrent
of monotonous sound Then Jocelyn
would tell of his adventures by land
and sea; stories of tiger hunts In In
dia, of service in Egypt, of all the
| crowded incidents of his three years
career as a lieutenant in the Guards.
! To Nelly Farland he seemed amazing;
even his stories of New York and
| London left her with staring eyes and
| quivering breath, for she had never
| been twenty miles from this forest
settlement in which she was born, and
these things had never been revealed
! to her save as stories in books. And
| here was one who had actually travT
eIed in other lands and brought back
his impressions at first hand! Jocelyn
gradually addressed himself more and
more to her; he fell into the role of
mentor; at last, interested in her, he
began to plan future for her, spoke
| of the possibilities of her obtaining an
education. But their talks always ended
in strange silence which disconnected
| him, and they would sit gazing at
the water as it rushed through the
sluice gates underneath. And one
evening when they were sitting thus
alone, after the silence had lasted for
a longer time than usual, Joce1yn sud
| denly perceived that the girl was cry
ing.
"Why, Nelly" he said, half joking,
half reprovingly, what is the mat
ter?"
She turned away and buried her face
in her hands, weeping more bitterly
Overcome with sympathy-no more, he
would have sworn-Jocelyn placed one
arm around her in kindly fashion.
''New, Nelly, tell me all about il, :"
he said. why are you always I'M
happy after have been talking to
youo Is it my fault?'
She raised her head and looked at
him tragically, nodding her head slow
| ly. Jocelyn was overcome with con-
sternation.
"What have l done?" he asked.
81 don't know how to tell you," she
| answered, drying her eyes. ''But things
seem SO different now than before you
came. I didn't know them"
Didn't know what, Nelly?"
"All these things that you have
been telling me-" she burst out. 81
didn't understand how ordinary we
are, guess; l thought all folks was
| like is, more or less, except the rich
| ones. millionaires and such like, that
come to the summer hotels round
about and run round in their automo-
biles. And you've told me I'm common
and uneducated and"
''My dear Nelly, didn't say that"
said Jocelyn in expostulation when
I spoke of an education l meant
higher one"
That's just it, sobbed the girl, her
grief breaking out anew. I'm low.
And fathers low, too, and Joe Por-
ter"
Jocelyn, almost terrified by the wild
ness of her grief, gathered her into his
arms and tried to console her. She
laid her head upon his shoulder and
sobbed uErestrainedly. At last he re-
leased her and she. ran back into the
cottage, leaving him, in great perplex-
ity, standing upon the lock and watch
ing the roaring torrent beneath him.
His thoughts were in a turmoil Love
for the girl had never entered his
heart, he knew; what he was acutely
conscious of was sincere pity and
much self-blame. He had little an
ticipated such result as this from
his talks with her. At last, breaking
off the train of his cogitations in dis
gust, he went to bed, registering a
mental vow to be more circumspect in
future.
On the following morning Bill Far
lands fever, which had Frustrated him
for an entire week, took a turn for
the worse, and it was decided to sum-
mon a doctor from the nearest town.
One Of the lumbermen who OCCASION
ally came into the camp volunteered to
send telegram from the depot. Mean
while, in accordance with their ar
engagements, Jocelyn and A'orter set
out upon two days journey to a
famous trout stream in the district,
where it was hoped that many monster
fish would be secured. The men start
ed late and camped that night beside
the pool Porter had seemed to be
more uncommunicative than ever that
day, but Jocelyn was not prepared for
the denouement of the morrow.
Porter awakened him at dawn and
led the way along the trail by the
lakes margin to where a boat lay in
the underbrush. He dragged it to the