The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1914-08-20

"Of course" she promised.
| Next morning tho two men stood on
the platform of the smoker on shore
accommodation train, which sauntered
from one small station to the next,
skirting the water for miles.
! Andrew Merry tossed half-smoked
| cigar into swamp beside the track
where the thin, green blades of cat
tails were whipped by the breeze.
Il don't believe want to mix odors
this morning." he said. 9a
1t Is great ozone" Wentworth
lifted his hat to let the wind cool his
head. There's the little station now!
I'll bet that speck of white is Dorcas!"
| How queer that I've never met
your sister," Merry suggested. us she
grown up?"
wentworth laughed. almost" he
admitted. "Yeu did see her once"
Merry followed Wentworth as the
train stopped. In half-dozed fashion
he shook hands with a tall young
woman in white linen gown. Was
this the child-long limbed, gawky and
Shy-he had imagined he might meet?
Somewhere back in his mind lay an
impression that Enoch had referred to
his sister as a young colt. The
thought was SO absurd that he smiled;
any coltish awkwardness must have
disappeared with short frocks Merry
stared at the girl with bewildered ad-
miration, wondering now why he had
never felt the mildest curiosity about
Wentworth's sister. He became con-
scious that he was making mental
analysis; she had black-fringed gray
eyes; warmth and dancing blood
glowed in her face, for she had the
coloring Of a Jack rose; mass OF
auburn hair was coiled in loose knot
at the back of her head; she wore no
hat; a band of dull-blue velvet was
tied about her head and fell in loose
bow over her ear, but strands of hair,
which glowed like copper in the sun
shine, had escaped and blew about her
| face; she had the tender mouth Of a
child. In the straightforward eyes
was sweet womanliness, gentle deter
mination, and a lack of feminine
vanity which Merry had seldom seen
in the face of beautiful woman. He
even forgot to drop her hand while he
gazed into her face, half admiringly,
half perplexedly..
i've brought Mr.. Merry down to
stay with US till we go home" Went
worth announced.
I'm delighted" cried Dorcas cor
daily.
Next morning after breakfast Enoch
and his sister rowed out to deep water
with their fishing outfit. Merry still
was In bed; he was tired, he pleaded,
and could not Immediately acquire the
habit of early rising.
What do you think of Andrew"
asked Wentworth abruptly. He lifted
hook and looked into his sisters face.
II think he ought to be walked up"
ITO Join our fishing trip"
: 'T mean walked in his ambitions. He
seems to me like man who has no
goal in sight. He needs something to
work for. He spoke last night of one
| ambition he has"
sort of moonlight condolences ?"
queried her brother.
"No-not that. He's determined to
Jump straight into part that will
wiring the heart out of his listeners"
That's foolish. The public wants
just so much versatility. You can't
kill off a beloved comedian to resur-
rect a new emotional actor, no matter
how good he may be. People won't
stand for it."
"He isn't satisfied" The girl pulled
I'D her line and tossed away morsel
of nibbled bait, covering the hook
| with a fresh clam.
Some greedy fish had a square
meal of your bait and never got the
hook in his gullet. He'll come back
for more, then get caught. It's the
same way with human beings"
philosopher" laughed Dorcas. She
dropped her line again into deep water
| and waited for her brothers predic-
ton to come true.
Merry had breakfasted before their
| return. He sat upon the vine-grown
piazza, gazing at the sparkle of the
ocean, when the two agile figures
stepped across his vision.
well. Sir Lazy, so you're up!" cried
the girl. "You should have been with
us to find an appetite. See our fish!
Here's a dinner for you'll"
I'm going to turn over a new Leaf"
| said Merry. His eyes were fixed on
the girls glowing face, and for mo-
ment he shared her intense enjoyment
OF life.
Twill you turn it over tomorrow
morning at sunrise?" she demanded.
Even so soon, most gracious lady"
He swept her stage bow, his soft hat
trailing the ground as if it had been a
cavaliers cap loaded with plumes.
Matching his grace, the girl turned
to him, laughing, with the mock
dignity OF queen.
81 command that at early dawn,
yha1 the tide goes out, We HE three to
yon flats and dig clans for our savory
neal"
II shall obey, most royal highness,"
answered Merry solemnly.
81 believe he is waking up" thought
Dorcas as she ran upstairs to dress for
the noon dinner. "If he does thar, III
believe he has some backbone"
When Dorcas and her brother came
down next morning for breakfast,
Merry had disappeared.