Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1913-12-10
nouired sereneiy: "Down


! Abbott inquired sereneiy: Down
there in the Den?"
NO." she returned, mot in the Den.
You're no Daniel. If l am Charmer.
No dens for u.s."
Nor lion cages?" inquired Abbott,
! stiE inscrutable; never again?"
Never again." came her response.
Fran stopped before the Ferris
Wheel.
Let's take ride" she said, little
TREMENDOUSLY. Wont need tickets. Bill,
| stop the wheel; l want to go right up
This is a friend of mine-Mr. Ashton.
And Abbott, this is an older friend
than you-Mr Bill Smookins."
Mr.. Bill Smookins was an exceed
ingly hard-featured man, of no recog-
nizable age. Externally, he was blue
everalls and greasy tar.
Abbott grasped Bills hand, and in
CURED about business.
awful pore, sense Fran lef' the
| show" was the answer, accompanied
by grin that threatened to cut the
weather-beaten face wide open.
Fran beamed. "Mr Smookins knew
my mother-didn't you, Bill? He was
awful good to me when 1 was kid.
| Mr.. SmoOkins was a Human Nymph in
those days, and he smoked and talked,
he did, right down under the water
remember, Bill? That was sure-enough
water-oh, he's a sure-enough Bill, let
me tell you'll"
Bill intimated, as he slowed down
the engine, that the rheumatism he
had acquired under the water. was
sure-enough Observation-Disclosures his
| change of occupation. 81 was strong
enough to be a Human Nymph," he
| explained, "but not endurable. Nobody
can't last many years as Human
! Nymph."
Abbott indicated his companion
Here's one that'll last my time"
The wheel stopped. He and Fran
were barred into seat.
"And now" Fran exclaimed, ''it's all
ups and downs. just like a moving pic
ture of life Why don't you say some
I thing, Mr. Ashton? But no, you can
keep still-I'm excited to death. and
wouldn't hear you anyway. / want to
do all the talking always do, after
I've been in the cage. My brain is
| filled with air-so this is the time to
be soaring up into the sky, isn't 1t!
| What is your brain filled with but
never mind. Well be just two bal
loons-my! aren't you glad we haven't
any strings on us-suppose some peo-
pie had hold!-I, for one, would be
willing never to go down again. Where
are the clouds wish we could meet
few. See how I'm trembling-al-
ways do, after the lions. Now, Abbott,
I'll leave small opening for just one
word"
'Tl steady you," said Abbott. brief
ly, and he took her hand. She did not
appear conscious of his protecting
clasp.
Il never see the moon SO big" she
went on, breathlessly, without think
ing of that night when it rolled along
the pasture as If it wanted to knock
us off the foot bridge for being where
we oughtn't l never could understand
why you should stay on that bridge
with a perfect stranger, when your
duty was to be usher at the camp-meet-
ingi You weren't ushering me, YOU
know, you were holding my hand
mean, / was holding your hand, as
Miss Sapphire says l shouldn't. What
a poor helpless man-as I'm holding
you now, | presume! But l laughed In
meeting People ought to go outdoors
to smile, and keep their religion in
house, I guess. I'm going to tell you
why l laughed, for you've never
guessed. and you've always been
afraid to ask"
Afraid of you, Franz"
"Awfully. I'm going to show you
let go, SC 1 can show you. No, I'm III
earnest-you can. have me, afterwards
Remember that evangelist?
There he Stood waving his hands-as
I'm doing now-moving his arms with
his eyes fastened upon the congrega-
tion-this way-look, Abbott"
Fran! AS if / were not already
| looking"
'Look-just so; not saying a word
only waving this way and that
| And 1t made me thing of our hypno-
| tizer-the man that waves people into
/ our biggest tent-he seems to pick 'em
up bodily and carry them IN his arms
Well! And if the people are to be
waved into a church, it won't take
much of a breeze to blow them out
| don't believe in soul-waving. But
that doesn't mean that don't believe
in the church-does it!-do you
think %
/ You believe in convictions, Fran.
And since you're come into the church
you don't have to sag that you believe
in it."
"Yes-there's cothing an tbs out
side, and oh, sometimes there's so
little. so little under the root--what
! do you think of me. Abbots?'
Fran, think you are the most
But do YOU! she iuteTposed. still