Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1917-12-21

| she told me. Ketch de buns down de rode
first and den sen relefe core to get me
| out of soke youres truly.
WHISTLEN DICK.
There was some quiet but rapid
maneuvering at Bellemeade during the
ensuing half hour, which ended in five
disguised and sullen tramps being cap
tured and locked securely in an out
house pending the coming of the morn
ing and retribution. For another re-
suit the visiting young gentlemen had
secured the unqualified worship of the
visiting young ladies by their distin-
glished and heroic conduct. For still
another, behold Whistling Dick, the
hero, seated at the planters table
| feasting.
The planter vowed that the wander
err should wander no more, that his
was a goodness and an honesty that
should be rewarded and that debt
of gratitude had been made that must
| be paid, for had he not saved them
| from a doubtless imminent loss and
maybe a great calamity? He assured
Whistling Dick that he might con-
slider himself charge upon the honor
of Bellemeade, that a position suited
to his powers would be found for him
at once.
But now, they said, he must be
weary, and the immediate thing to
consider was rest and sleep. So the
mistress spoke to a servant, and WhiS-
| Ting Dick was conducted to room in
| the wing of the house occupied by the
servants. To this room in few min
dtes was brought portable tin bath
tub filled with water, which was
placed on a piece of oiled cloth upon
the floor. There the vagrant was left
to pass the night.
(, By the light of a candle he examined
the room. A bed, with the covers neat
| ly turned back, revealed snowy pill
lows and sheets. There were towels
on rack and soap in white DISH
Whistling Dick set his candle on
chair and placed his hat carefully I'M
der the table. After satisfying what
osity by sober scrutiny, he removed
| his coat, folded it and laid it upon the
| floor near the wall, as far as possible
from the unused bathtub. Taking his
| coat for pillow, he stretched himself
| luxuriOusly upon the carpet.
When on Christmas morning the first
streaks of dawn broke above the
marshes Whistling Dick awoke and
reached instinctively for his hat. Then
he remembered that the skirts of For
tune had swept him into their folds on
the night previous, and he went to the
window and raised it to let the fresh
breath of the morning cool his brow.
AS he stood there certain dread and
ominous sounds pierced his ear.
The force of plantation workers,
eager to complete the shortened task
allotted to them, were all astir. The
! mighty din of the ogre Labor shook
the earth, and the poor tattered and
his fortune trembled.
The December air was frosty, but
the sweat broke out upon Whistling
Dicks face. He thrust his head out
of the window and looked down. Fiji
teen feet below him, against the wall
of the house, he could make out that
a border of flowers grew, and by that
token he overhung a bed of soft earth.
Softly as burglar goes, he clam
bered out upon the sill, lowered him.
self until he hung by his hands alone
and then dropped safely. No one
seemed to be about upon this side of
the house. He lodged low and skim
med swiftly across the yard of the low