Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1913-09-19

SuOW. WaltSQ I'LL tuS9 tram pullGQe
out, an begun my career as nurse
maidin-gineral.
Ever try to feed young calf? Ever
notice how they fSint with hunger be-
fore. you begin, an all at once devel-
op the strength &C boss when you
stand over EN- an try to hold their,
fool noses in the pail? Ever see a 'caff
that couldn't stand alone. run gaily OF
with two-hundred-a fifty pound far
mer, poisin' a drippin' pail on his nose.
an his couftenance geyser of milk?
Well, then you can form some faint
idee of the practical difficulty of in
ducin' caff. all inherent B. the world
an Its way o. takin' sustenance, to
suck raw egg. But nothin' but actual
experience can fmpart any remote APP
i proach to notion o. what it means to
incorporate the fruit o. the nest with
the bossy while bumpin' over the
track of a northern Iowa railroad in
freight car, moyin' at twenty-five miles
an hour used up two cases of eggs
before was sure Of havin' alleviated
one pang of hunger, such was the
scorn my kindly offers was rejected
with. The result was astoundin'
Them cars swept through the country,
their decks slippery with yaller gore,
an their lee scuppcrs tunnitfgs bank
full, as the sailors say, with Tom-an'-
Jerry an egg shampoo. An all the
time went on that symferny of blats,
risin' an fallin on the prairie breeze
as we rolled from town to town, a
thing TO be gazed at an listened to an
never forgot; to be side-tracked out
side city limits FIR fear of the board
of health and the S. P. G. A., an me
ostrichized by the very brakey in the
caboose as bein' unfit FIR publication,
an forced to buy a macintosh to
wrap myself in before they'd let me
lay down on their old seats to sleep.
An when my visions reverted back to
the Oberlin people, couldn't dream
o. that yaller hair even, without its
seemin' to float out, an out, an out
into a sea of soft-boiled. in which her
an ME was strugglin', to the howlin'
of tearin' tempest of blats.
AT last we arrived at Chamberlain.
An here's where the head-end coils
ion Of principles comes in, that men,
toned while ago. Here's where
Aconite DriscoIl, who for days had
been givin' a mothers care to two huE-
dred oavvs, was condemned FIR cruel
ty; an when he'd been straintn every
nerve an disturbin' the egg market to
keep from Dustin set of concealed
claws in government contract, he
was banished as an eggcessory to the
crime of billxin poor 10. This tradegy
happens out west O. the river at the
Issue House.
Reddy had string Of wagons with
hog-racks onto 'em waitin' in the
switch-yards when we whistled in, an
the way we yanked them infants off
the cars and trundled 'em over the
pontoon bridge, an hit the trail f'r
the Issue House, was high-class
piece o. teamin'. We powdered across
the country like the first batch of
sooners at a reservation openin'. Out
on the prairie was Reddy an his pun
cheers, slowly dribblin' the last of his
steers into the delivery, too anxious FIR
me an the cavvs to be ashamed of
their emaciation. Out behind butte
he had concealed bunch of cow-stuff
| he'd deppytized as mothers pro TEN to
my waits. The right way tive done, o.
course, would've been to incorporated
the two punches In unassumin' way
| at a remoter place, an drove EN- gent
/ 1y in as much like cattle o the same
| family circles as yeh could make EN-
| look. But they want time. The end
| gates was jerked out, an the wagons
urgently emptied like uDsettin'
| sleigh comm home from spellin
school. Most all the orphans could an
did walk, an I was SO tickled at this
testimonial to the egg-cure FIR youthful
weakness, that we had 'em halfway
| to the place where the knives O. their
| owners-elect was waitin' 'em when
! looked around an seen Miss Ainsley,
an the Chamberlain lady she was a.
stayin' with, standin' where they must
/ "a seen the way we nussed the cayvs
/ hair up in gettin' OF EN- on the ground.
Gladys eyes was a-blazin', an they
was a red spot in each cheek. She
I seemed sort o preSSln' forwards, IKE
| she wanted to mix It up, an her lady
| friend was tryin' to head her off.
saw she didn t recognize me, an didn't
thirst FIR recognition. I knew that
love amt so blind as she's been adj
vertised. an that wouldn't never, no.
never, be matters nobleman no more
| if she ever tumbled to the fact that
! the human onelette runnin' this caff
business was A. Driscoll. 1t was only
a case of sweet-galgraduate palpita-
ton o. the heart anyhow, an needed
the bronzed cheek, the droopin' mus
| tache, the range clo'es, the deadly gun,
the diamond hitch. and the centaur
biz to keep it up to its wonted palp.
An what was it that was offered to
| the gaze o. this romantic piece o. Gallo
ker? Try to realize the truth in all
its heejusness. Here was the afore-
mentioned DriscolI arrayed in what