Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1916-06-23

III AFRAID
"Say as much of it as you can,
mamma said Mary. encoura gingly. Il
can get it, if you'll just give me ono
keyword. .
Everything you say" Mrs. Yer
trees began, timidly, seems to have
the air Of 1t is as If you were seek
ing to-to make yourself"
"Oh, see! You mean sound as IL
were trying to force myself to like
him"
mot exactly, Mary. That wasn't
quite what l meant" said Mrs. Yer
trees, speaking direct untruth with per
feet unconsciousness. but you said
that-that you found the latter part
of the evening at young Mrs. Sheri-
dams unentertaining-"
"And as Mr.. James Sheridan was
there, and I saw more of him than at
dinner, and had horribly stupid time
in spite of that, you think l." And
then it was Mary who left the deduc-
ton unfinished.
Mrs. Vertrees nodded; and though
both the mother and the daughter I'M
derstood Mary felt it better to make
the understanding definite.
WELL she Asked gravely, ''is there
anything else can do? You and papa
don't want me to do anything that dis
tresses me, and so, as this is the only
thing to be done, it seems it's up to me
not to let it distress me. That's all
there is about it, isn't it?''
But nothing must distress your
| the mother cried.
THAT'S what / say" said Mary,
cheerfully. ''And so it doesn't. IT'S
all right" She rose and took her cloak
over her arm, as if to go to her own
room. But on the way to the door she
stopped, and stood leaning against the
foot of the bed, contemplating a thread
bare rug at-her feet. Mother, you've
told me thousand times that it doesn't
really matter whom a girl marries."
mo, nor Mrs. Vertrees protested. 81
never said such "a"
mo, not in words; mean what you
meant It's true, isn't it, that marriage
really is not bed of roses, but field
of battle? TO get right down to it, a
girl could fight it out with anybody,
couldn't she? One man as we'll as an
otherY
MARY, can't bear for you to talk
/ like that" And Mrs. Vertrees lifted
pleading eyes to her daughter eyes
that begged to be spared. 1T sounds
almost recklessP'
Mary caught the appeal, came to her,
and kissed her gayly. Never fret,
dear! I'm not likely to do anything |
don't want to-I've always been too
! thorough going little pig"
She gave her mother a final kiss and
went gayly all the way 70 the door this
time, pausing for her postscript with
her hand on the knob. "Oh, the one
that caught me looking in the window,
mamma, the youngest one"
.sDid he speak of it?'' Mrs. Vertrees
asked, apprehensively.
mo. He didn't speak at all, that I
saw, to anyone. didn't meet him.
But he isn't insane. I'm sure; or If he
is, he has long intervals when he's not
Mr. James Sheridan mentioned that he
lived at home when he was well
enough and it may be he's only an in
valid He looks dreadfully i'll, but
he has pleasant eyes, and it struck me
that Tiff one were in the Sheridan
family''-she laughed a little ruefully
'he might be interesting to talk to
sometimes, when there was too much
stocks and bonds. didn't see him aft
er dinner" ~
'sThere must be something wrong
with him." said Mrs. Vertrees. They'd
have introduced him if there weren't"
81 don't know. His father spoke Of
sending him back to a machine shop
of some sort; I glanced at him just
then and he was pathetic-l looking
enough before that, but the most tragic
/ change came over him. He seemed
just to die, right there at the tablev'
"Nfr. Sheridan must be very unfeel-
ing"
mo" said Mary, thoughtfully, II
don't think he is; but he might be un-
comprehending, and certainly he's the
kind of man to do anything he once
sets out to do But wish hadn't been
looking at that poor boy just thenl
I'm afraid I'll keep remembering
''I wouldn't Mrs. Vertrees smiled
family, and in her smile there was the
remotest ghost Of a genteel roguish-
ness. I'D keep my mind on pleasanter
things Mary"
Mary laughed and nodded. Eyes, Nn-
deed! Plenty pleasant enough. and
probably, if all were known, too good
even for me!'
And when she had gone Mrs. Yer
trees drew a long breath, as if bur-
den were off her mind, and, smiling,
began to undress in gentle reverie.
CHAPTER VII.
Edith, glancing casually into the