Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1914-07-15

be there with him. Was she there?
''Was Napoleon at the battle of Wa
terloo? She was clinging to him in
the reception room, which was against
| the rules at that; but all of the case
hardened old key-swingers were let
ting the rules sprint for the end book
! In that case. and turning their heads
away, because lamping a scene ike
that wasn't just the kind Of stuff they
felt they were on the city payroll
for.
cat last the two had co pry loose.
caught her In the hall, trying to dry
her eyes with little wad OF soaked
handkerchief told her who was.
putting the muf1er on the pipes for
fear of soaring her; and says l when
she had quieted down bit:
Little girl, nobody knows any bet
| ter than the old shield-fasher now
| talking to you what rough medicine
this is that you're now taking; but 1t
might be wors It's in your poor lit
tie hands to make it worse.
"'How is that? she asked me in
gaspy kind of way.
Why, by being at the station to-
morrow, says l. Don't do that. It'll
hurt all round. 1t always hurts. The
boy is all right He'll get his good
time, and it won't be long before he'll
be back at the fat, spick and span,
and fighting for his head to make the
new and fine start.
but don't be at the station tomor-
row. That'd never do. 1t wouldn't do
for anybody. How about it, little
woman
"Oh, yes, she was there. She
couldn't help it. She was sitting on
bench in the waiting room when we
brushed through the swing door.
wicked her first, and l pulled quick
play in getting the handouts off our
wrists-for the boy and were, OF
course, coupled in the betting.
TT was against the regulation for
me to unbracelet a con once I'd geared
myself to him But knew he wasn't
going to make any run for it; and
somehow 1 couldn't pipe myself
trudging up to that girl on the bench
with her man rugged to me like that
when the boy saw the girl, and
jerried up to why l turned him loose
to go to her, he was there with bit
of a choke in telling me that he'd
never forget that stuff in me, and all
like that Then he joined her.
II ached to peek in the other direc-
| n, hn off ioly
on that united con, and there was
nothing for me to do but watch their
get-together.
Never mind, pal 1t was the worst
/ ever ran into, and I've taken lot
Of timber Of that kind Train time
came, and l had to stake him to the
arm-tap and watt him the eye-signal
that time was up. l didn't put the
wristlets back on him and myself UNI
til after we'd got aboard
Last / saw of the girl she was
pressed-little, fragile slip OF thing,
I believe l told you-against the bars
outside the gate, arm stuck through.
and waving wet handkerchief at him,
and with a look in her eyes that I'd
heap rather have one of my own
dead and buried than be wearing.
"The young fellow didn't have much
of anything to say on the way up, and
neither did l. There are times when
you can't pull a chirp out Of your
frame with derrick.
Il handed him over, got receipt
for him, gave him the mitt-squeeze and
the pat on the shoulder-blade, and
blew back to town, feeling like wom-
an what's been to see East Lynne
Three months ago l was about 70
board the roller-me and and another
bull-with three old-timers bound up
the stream, when the sight of a box
being lifted down from the baggage
car hitched to a train just in on the
cross-the-way track sort of held me.
81 knew the shape and color of the
box. 1t was the kind they ship cashed-
in lags in, back to their folks, If their
folks wants them.
And then, taking a slant down the
station to pipe if anybody was going to
be on the job to receive the box con-
tanning the dead lag, l saw the girl
She was in black, and she had baby
in her arms.
"She was so blinded with the crying
that she would have stepped off the
platform on to the track if l hadn't
done a quick waddle and caught her
round the waist.
"She was about twenty-five, but she
looked up at me out of the eyes of an
old woman. The fat baby in her arms
cooed and sang that improvised baby
stuff. and the little mother lugged it
along, tottering from one side Of the
platform to the other, me holding her
up, while my matey watched our bunch
of up-going lags.
81 hated to have her see the box. But
that was what she was there for, and
there was no tagging her. When she
reached the box, she pulled out three
little white carnations from inside the
waist of her dress, and put them on