The Wisconsin tobacco reporter. (Edgerton, Wis.) 1877-1950, 1913-11-07

But today when / read her letter
the month of August, mutinied, for
there was the inevitable postscript:
ooh, A1lene, Tom has invited the
dearest man in the world-next to
himself-to spend the month with us!
We met him when we went west last
winter, although Tom used to know
him long ago in college. He's just
your sort of a man."
My sort Of a man, indeed: / don't
know, myself, what sort that may be-
/ sat down in a white heat of anger
and laid bare my pent-up feelings to
Nan.
received in reply such dear little
note from Nan. She was so sorry
and she would not match-make any
more She and Tom had reconciled
themselves to the idea that / was
heart-whole and fancy-free, and would
probably remain so, so telegraphed
that would start tonight. 4
When I reached the little station
near HONEYWELL, my heart failed me
at beholding, in waiting with Nan and
Edgar, a man, big and brown. He was
introduced to me in careless way by
Nan as Mr.. Saltern. / was treasured
when she babe Edgar occupy the front
seat of the touring car with him, and
she and took the back seat
"Who is he?" I asked, in forbid
ding way.
"Only Edgar's tutor" she replied.
1.-THE lad got so behind in his studies
last year when he went with us, that
Tom engaged this man to coach him.
We had lovely evening. There
was soft misty rain-what Edgar.
called a "drizzle-draZzle," and we all
spent the evening within. Mr.. Saltern
seems to be quite en- fannie. He is
such a strapping, manly fellow, l
shouldn't think tutoring would be his
line.
never had such delightful week
at HONEYWELL. Such quiet, restfuls
time. am studying Spanish with Mr.
Saltern and Edgar. We three go on
excursions together. Edgar explores
the woods and the river while his tu'
tor and l sit on fallen log and he
reads Spanish.
Tomorrow is my last day at Home
wild in peace and comfort, for Nan
has invited some people down. shall
continue to devote most of my time to
Spanish. however, as / am making
such progress, and enjoy the study so
much. but it won't be quite the same
with curious people about. We are go
ing for our last row on the river to-
night
We went far up the river last night,
and drifted back. He didn't have TO
row. The light from moon OF pale
orange shone deep down in the river,
and somewhere off in the wooded
+, shores, a mans rich tenor voice was
ringing forth, the notes falling with
caressing cadence. We we're talking
seriously about life, and the end OF my
visit. and then, don't remember how
he told me. but the orange moon, the
lights in the river, the soft tapping OF
the water against the boat, the dis
tant song and what he whispered to
me we're all blended into one beaut1-
full whole.
After awhile he talked seriously
again. this time about himself and
his-I mean our-prospects. 1t seems
he has a big business, but it has come
to a standstill pending the issue of
lawsuit, and in the meantime he is
tutoring Edgar. In the fall he will
be in position to go on with his bust
ness. and at Christmas | am going to
his home with him.
F.! I told Nan this morning while he
| had gone to the station with Tom to
! bring back the guests. To my surprise
she was greatly pleased. Then she
| looked O. little frightened.
! "Oh, Allene, don't know how to
tell you, but he isn't Mr. Saltern. He
isn't Edgar's tutor-don't look so
stern, dear, but he is"
i "Jim Wilde, Toms friend, replied,
: calmly.
! ooh, Allene, how did you know? He
! told me he hadn't confessed yet"
''Tell me first why he is here in
cognito."
He was here when your awful let
! ter came, and I didn't know what to
60. I read it to Tom, and he just
! roared, and handed it to Jim, and they
fixed up this scheme. 1t wasn't my
plan. I felt guilty, but you were hav.
ing such good time, I couldn't spoil
it,
And so, after all, I had a match
made for me by my sisterin-law.