Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1913-07-04


ivy days we're threading
their way along to the music of bands.
flags were flying. The clatter of hoofs
,ounded in front of the Stock Ex-
change. Crowds were cheering. The
sticking of motion picture machines
came to us from the ledge nearby, as
fbe men Of TIE camera put into short
lived history the sights of New YOrk's
Fourth of July parade. Miss Clement
was silent, her eyes on the columns of
Ggures as they turned, gay colored, In
10 chasm-like Wall street. ] could see
hat the sight had gripped her, Just
"a il had gripped me, and that she
was thinking of other days, when de-
,ermined little groups OF men in the
came sort of costume, marched up
his same street to the music OF fife
and drum, ready to highland fight
,util the last drop of blood was gone.
II was a mixture of past and present
the skyscrapers of today sheltering
he replica Of more than a hundred
gears ago.
"a comparison that only New York
could give" / remarked and Miss
Clement nodded her head.
An hour later, as we sat on the
screened veranda of the Cafe Boule-
farde, watching the holiday life of
,eeming Second avenue, Miss Clement
vas still thcughtful-and still silent
great deal of the time. became
ocular and she looked at me with that
little smile which always foretells the
coming story.
ITS queer the hold that the past
IAN get on one" she said. "Not. that
we been thinking anything about the
lays Of the revolution. I didn't live
hat long ago." was added with a
.augh as the waiter served the cock
tails. "But l have noticed when you
want to do something with person,
you can paint the future forever with
put getting results. But paint the past
few times and you're pretty sure to
get what you want.
1T was about eight o'clock one night
three years ago when the buzzer of
my apartment in Chicago announced
someone at the door. A young girl
who gave her name as Miss Charles,
faced me few moments later-styl-
ishly dressed, pretty, and with every
indication of g fair position in life
about her. She hesitated moment.
looking around the room as If to as
sure herself that we were the only
two there. Then she drew her chair
close to me-
"'Miss Clement she said, I have
come to you to find out If you could
do some work for me. It's
Not without the consent of the
captain l answered But perhaps
that can be arranged. Is it anything
connected with criminals?'
The woman studied moment.
That is what / don't know she
answered at last. If / only did, ]
would feel better. The truth is that
my mother, who is fifty years old, is
running our fortune. In three months
she has gotten away with more than
seventy thousand dollars. What has
become of it, cannot say. In fact,
| cannot swear absolutely that she
has parted with the money. All
know is that she has turned stocks
into money and that she has been
drawing from her account at the bank
steadily. I have tried to find out what
me has been doing with the money,
out that has been impossible. She
does not live at home with my brother
and myself, but has taken an apart
meAt on the North Side. / have gone
There and tried to persuade her to al
low me to live with her, but she has
reused. She has also refused to come
aome-and there is nothing that can
do.
And that is the reason l have
come to you,' the young woman con-
unued. My brother has figured it out
mat my mother is insane, and that
she should be taken before the pro:
gate court and adjudged so. You
know what that would mean was
continued with heartbroken little
sign / just couldn't stand it.
thought that maybe If should come
70 you, you could find out a way to
Sraighten this whole thing out. How
Il don't know
Has your mother anything to wor.
y her?' asked. What does your
brother base his belief of insanity on z
Nothing except that she is evi.
1entiy trying to spend all the money
she possesses
On what? Have you any idea?'
None at ALL
How many children are there?
Four; my brother and myself and
Two married sisters, who live in Spo-
kane
"No.'
dead?
The young woman looked at me
quickly.
/ can't tell you that, she answer.
ed at last, with a bit Of hidden pain
IN her voice. I am not sure. We have
never been sure that he is dead