Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1916-05-26
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her liStleSS advice.
1--WE tried said the Judge, "and he
says he's not ready-not strong enough.
[ told him that's what he ought to go
for-to get strong-and he said a fun
ny thing. There's a kind of strength
we must generate or borrow. I didn't
borrow, so now I'm generating. 1t
takes time And then he dropped off
to sleep. Before. he used to run you
through with his tongue when he
wanted to stop conversation. Now he
just goes to sleep. It's just as effec-
tive and almost as original
One afternoon the judge came in
with a smile on his face. 'Alan is bet
ter" he announced.
isn't he better every day." asked
Alix.
mot like this" said the judge. "You
know Fleureur? OF course you don't.
You wouldn't. Can't imagine how he
ever got into the club, but he did. Well,
it's long time since Mr.. Fleureur has
been asked to cut in at bridge at the
club or anywhere else. Yesterday he
came in and saw Alan for the first
time since his return. Halo, Wayne
he said, back again and doing the
heavy inside the clothes now, eh?' Alan
is getting touchy over being weak
ling. That's good sign, too, by the
way. He looked sideways out of his
leepy eyes at Fleureur and you bet
evervhody listened" The judge paused
at thus forgetting himself; then he
went on: "Alan said, DO clothes matter
such a lot? Somehow it seems to me
it doesn't make any difference how
much a man wakes his mustache as
long as he doesn't wax his finger
nails"
Alix' face lit up. ooh, that is Alan"
The judges eyes twinkled. Eyes" he
said land then Alan went off to sleep
like a shot and Fleureur remembered
an engagement. The whole clubs
cheered up. The club didn't know
what was the matter with itself, but it
knows now. 1t was missing Alan after
he had come back"
Alan had written to Mrs. J. Y. that
he was planning to motor from town
to Red Hill Glen, as Mrs. J. US
deputy, had answered his letter, prom
Using him warm and long welcome at
Maple House. She gave him way
bill. ''It's the simplest way-bill in the
world" she wrote, "out of town and
along the sound till you come to the
river, then up the valley till the bald
top of East mountain signals you from
the left Climb the mountain, and
from there the old church will lead
you home"
1.-THE old church will lead you home"
Alan repeated to himself as he let his
relaxed body lounge across the ton
neau and trusted to cushions and
springs to take up the bumps. His
thoughts raced ahead of him to Red
Hill. In memory he plodded over
dusty roads and through messy lanes,
swan, fished and loafed, wept and
laughed. He was going back to the
cradle of all his emotions.
The wind and the motion of the car
made him sleepy. He dozed. He awoke
to see East mountain looming in the
distance. Steadily the car drew into
it's lee. Alan sighted a climbing road
and called directions to- the driver.
From the bare top of the mountain
he made out the old church, a white
speck on a far-away hill. He stood up
and traced the course they were to fol-
low. He was filed with a strange ex-
element Never mind the bumps
open her up" he ordered, and sat
down and closed his eyes.
Long lane was as cool as memory
and as balmy with the twining odors
of birch and sassafras and laurel as
childhood's recollection. Alan drew a
long, full breath and then the car ran
out on to the top of Red Hill, swerved
to the right and turned in under the
low-hanging limbs of the naples.
1t was early afternoon. The old
homestead was very still. AS the car
drew up at the curb girl rose from a
deep chair on the veranda and stepped
forward. Alan caught his breath and
stared. He felt himself little boy.
NSuCc, Il IAcIe IoSCbuu VI a girl, SlOOu
before him and smiled at his bewil-
dered face. you're Uncle Alan. aren't
your The soft voice sustained illu-
sion. but the words brought him to
himself-made him feel suddenly older
by a generation. Then he smiled back
at her and chaffed, You have been
busy since saw you last. Have / the
honor OF presenting myself to Miss
Sterling?"
1.-THE same" replied the girl, laugh
ing, land your niece"
"Come. That's enough. Don't rub
1t In. Besides. you're only niece by
courtesy. BY the family tree we're
cousins"
IAN right. I'll be cousin to you
If you Ike 1T better" remarked Nance,
junior. demurely.
Alan had sprung ont. He caught her
hands and kissed her. Her fresh mouth
brrrShpd his cheek