Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1913-04-25

Emmy adventured sentence long
lurking in her mind. but which she
never had the courage to push out
into the air: Mother, / think, I'm
sure it is the soothing drops which
make your nose itch so. There's
opium
There isn't grain of opium in
Them sobbed Mrs. Darter you
know | always hated opium or NOR
phine or anything of the sort; and
doctor told me she wouldn't give the
wicked drug. That's what Ida
Glenn much as told me; much as told
me, too, that was putting on and
wasn't real sick; and l told her
oh-h-h!-I told her-if she considered
me-that sort of woman she must feel
awful bad to-oh-h-h.-to have her
only child marry my daughter; and
Thought --Oh-h! wuh-h-! how aW
full sick I ami"
you told Mrs. GLENN. prompted
Emmy, a fame in either cheek.
Il told her that-sss! SSH
thought the sooner that engagement
was broke the better it would be for
-ur-r-r!-an concerned-e-hee! zee!
ee-e-e-e! Oh my head! my head! Oh,
/ got to scratch my nose again. You
amt rubbing the right place!"
And what did Mrs. Glenn say?"
asked Emmy. A ripple ran over her
face, and she swallowed before she
spoke.
She said you wouldn't give Albert
up real spiteful. Ah-rr-r! Oh, am so
sick! said you would ruther than
have your mother SO insulted-and if
you don't guess I'll give up trying to
live. She was SO topping. Much as
telling me it would be better for my
own child If / died. Oh dear; oh
dear! oh dear! And Albert looked as
cross last night
did Albert come last night?"
"Yes, he did. Ycc needn't jump out
of the chair! / told him you wasn't
home, and you had gone out to the
Collins spring. He said when would
you be home, and I said / didn't
know And he went off mad Oh-h!
oh-h-h! jimmy says Carrie March says
she saw him downtown riding on his
bicycle with Susan Baker. O-h-h-h-h!
II guess I'll go make you some COT
fee, mother" said Emmy; you need
it."
The girls self-control was like tin
der to the woman's fire. Mrs. Barter
fared out: "You needn't make any
coffee. won't drink it. What's more,
/ won't eat one bite until you promise
me to break with Bert Glenn-not if
starve to death! If you're willing to
let those Glenns insult me and tri-
umph over me, amt willing to live
| to see it." Her feeble accents shrilled
to scream, as she flung out her arms
with a "reminiscences of the behavior of
| her favorite heroines in novels. go,
Emmeline Barter, marry him if you
dare; but you will pass to the altar
over your only mothers gravel" She
had a confused sense that her syntax
had played her false and that she had
not gotten the words precisely right;
but she covered any embarrassment
| by sinking back and moaning.
Emmy looked at her with mount
ing terror in her heart. She told her
self that it was impossible that her
mother could carry out such a hideous
threat; but she knew that mucilagi-
nous obstinacy which had not a place
firm enough for a reason to get a hold
And she won't want to eat, either"
unused Emmy, wretchedly, FOR that
] nasty medicine has made her awful
sick. She's got a fever now; that
will burn away her strength. And il
it comes to choice between letting
my mother starve and giving up Bert,
shall have to give him up!"
Emmy sprang out of her chair. The
/ thought was like a lash on a raw
wound.
She ran to the window; it seemed
| to her that she couldn't breathe; and
her mothers whimpering irritated her
past patience. She knew if she spoke
/ that she would let the bars down for
| her anger, and If she were angry her
mother would be upset physically, and
/ grow so much worse that she would
| feel like a murderer. She felt the
i $sOdQID$ OI tAdI 1ut1OuO pOtu1uASS
which torments woman often into
sacrificing herself out of very anger.
III was on her tongue to say, I'D rath-
| er die myself than give up Bert, and
you know it; and I'll never forgive
you as long as live. but rather than
see you die before my eyes will give
him up
Yet at this very instant of despair
a minister of grace was lifting the
latch OF the Darter gate, and Emmy
was unconsciously eying her The
minister of grace was short of stature
and very plump. She had a round,
fair, freckled face, which looked the
rounder for its glittering spectacles.
Her hair was a yellowish gray. but
she covered it with a small white
sailor hat She wore a neat brown
and white calico frock To escape the
dew she held her skirts high; one
could see that her preference was for
black alpaca slippers and white cot
| ton stockings The minister's name
was Miss Ann Bigelow
81 really had to come!" she ex-