Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1913-09-24
rods from the highway to have a good

Young Mr. Flynt Farrers. the
promising pupil of well-known artist
In the city, out for 4 few days run
among the daisies, had passed through
that same gap in the fence half an
hour ahead OF the girl, and was lying
IN the shade of rock a hundred feet
away when she arrived.
BY George!" he exclaimed as he
raised up on one elbow.
Wonder who she is?'' he unused as
he brought the other elbow into
play.
Must be some one from town. was
his conviction as he sat up and
squinted 81 peered
Miss Irene thought and thought, and
her thoughts were so sad that she fin
ally fetched out her handkerchief to
wipe her tears away.
Mother or father can't be sick, or
she wouldn't be out here was the
opinion of the young man behind
her.
More tears and an attitude of de-
lection.
Her Teller has probably gone back
on her. If he has, and If can get his
address, I'll punch his head"
Miss Irene leaned back against the
tree and sighed. Mr.. Farrers was too
far away to hear the sigh but he
knew that she sighed. OF course she
sighed. One can't be sad unless she
signs
Perhaps she got letter from home
this morning stating that her old dad
had put all his wealth into an orange
plantation in New Hampshire, and the
cold spell last week had frozen all the
juice out of them. II / was the old
mans son-in-law I'd come to the res
cue with what I've got Gee. what a
figurei"
Miss Irene had pocketed her hand
kerchief and got to her feet to throw
a club at a rabbit
Not within a thousand miles Of
him of course! Why will the sex per-
sist in throwing when they know they
can't hit the side of barn? Hello,
what's all that racket"
From the direction of the town came
the barking of dogs, the shouts OF men
and the rattle OF skirmish firing. The
girl turned her face that way and
listened intently.
The Dagoes have struck some
where and got up riot" commented
the young man.
From out of the cloud of dust draw
ing nearer came the faint shouts:
Mad dog! Mad dog"
There was a chorus of barks anu
yelps. There was rattle of wheels.
There was the bumpty-te bump of an
old tin pail, as it banged from one
side of the highway to the other.
Gee, but if it is a mad dog"
Young Mr.. Farrers looked for the
girl. She had vanished.N
If it's a mad dog he may turn in
here!"
Mad dog, Look out for the mad
dog"
There was only one ark of safety for
half mile around-the tree under
which the girl had been sitting AS the
young man sprinted for 1t the tin-pan
dog turned into the gap and sprinted
for him. The way some object shin
ned up that tree must have made
the dog wonder whether it was a
streak of CREASED lightning or the
shadow of passing cloud.
Go back Go back" exclaimed a
voice among the branches.
who is it?'
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down and go away!''
I'll be hanged if-That is, are you
the girl that was sitting below"
Yes"
II didn't know where you went. /
don't want a mad dog in mine, and
I'll stay for few minutes. My name
is Flynt Farrers. / wouldn't intrude,
you know, but"
We'll, you can stay am Miss Rigs
by"
The tin-pan dog waited till he got
his second wind and then resumed
his travels, and Mr.. Farrers slipped to
che ground and went down to the
highway and sat on the fence with his
back to the tree until joined by Miss
Irene.
Not many weeks later the step
mother said to the father of Irene:
We'll, she says she's engaged, and
| guess she is, and she's promised me
all her hats and dresses as fast as
they get out of fashion. Education
seems to be a good thing after ALL!
Copyright. 1913. by the Mcclure News
paper Syndicate.)
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