Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1919-07-30
A STRANGE STORY
BY MADGE WEST.


TINS June afternoon in writing you of
the strangest love story that am sure
you ever heard-and the love story is
my own. Are you not very much sur
prised?
1t is true that / answered recently
your questioning as to any possible
present love affair, assuring you that
during my long time with Aunt Mil
licent in Cooperstown, no young, old
or middle-aged man had paid me the
slightest attention. And I believe
! further went on to say that few men
nnd their way to this quaint, isolated
town. So, of course, you must have
mentally resigned me to the fate of
single blessedness, which I, myself,
have long considered In a cheerful
spirit
But all this is past, and am to be
| married tomorrow glorious tomor-
row, Ruth, dear, with all the flowers Of
the garden sending forth perfume, like
the emanating joy of my heart.
Coming to Cooperstown with a
girls yearning for a continuation Of
| youthful pleasures, looked about for
young society. But from the first but
one person claimed my interest. A
man whose ability in his profession
| could not be hidden even here, and
| who remained in the old family home
of the lonely town in order to care for
a crippled elderly sister. This sister
| had sacrificed much for him, raising
| the orphaned brother from delicate
| childhood to educated manhood. Thus,
he now repaid her sacrifices-and what
| ii had cost him to renounce the wider
field of opportunity in his chosen pro-
fession none knew, save I, as l first
saw. him.
"Who is that MANI" I asked Aunt
| N1illicent, after his bow to her and
his flashing glance in my direction.
Aunt Millicent closed her lips in
firm way that I later learned to
dread.
His name" she responded, ais
Philip Dare, and the less you know of
him the BETTER
HE looks" defended, 'like a man
to be admired-respected.'
"He is" Aunt Millicent answered
dryly, Especially the former. And
many an admiring heart has he broken.
Il shall never marry Philip tells the
foolish girls, my life must be devoted
to my sister,"
Aunt Millicent turned upon me
sharply: 81 saw the way he looked at
you just now, Man," she said, ''remem-
Der, he is not to come near our house
while you live with me-"
But aunt's admonition was unneces-
sary; Philip Dare came not to her
| house. His greeting was always
pleasant as we met at some village
gathering, or would exchange smile
with him in passing as he wheeled his
crippled sister about the quiet grounds
| of their old, stately home, and always
Ruth, you may laugh if you will
recalling my many girlish conquests--
always, I would return to Aunt Mill
cents, content with my glimpse of the
man who had never from that first
meeting, been absent from my thought.
When they spoke of pretty, merry
girls, who daringly spent their evenings
upon the wide verandas of Philip
Dare's home, or picked him up upon
some errand to carry him home in
their cars-I still smiled in confident
satisfaction as I bent over my sewing.
Philip, I knew, cared for not one of
| them.
SO perhaps year passed, learning
nothing of his companionship, knowing
him. it would seem, but in fancy. Then
one evening he came abruptly to stand
before me where l sat beneath a tree
in the garden.
81 have to go out Of town for few
days" he said gently, ito be in con-
sultation with other lawyers"
Aunt came frowning toward US.
could not even offer a friendly hand.
"Good-by," 1 said. For moment
our ewes met, then he was gone. But
It was as though we had talked, he
and /, of the past that was gone, and
had made promises to each other for
the future to come.
In his continued aloofness and ap-
parent indifference W my Sci ouAI Aooe
her forebodings.
"Now what" she unused, do you sup
pose brought Philip Dare in here? A
passing notion, likely" she immediate
lv answered herself. 'He was always
that way"
When Philip returned from his trip
he bowed, passing the house, and
waved my hand in response. My heart
had been with him throughout his jour
new, and l strangely felt that he knew.
You remember, Ruth, dear. when
visited you how disappointed you were
in nv lack of interest for those things
used to enjoy-my thoughts were
with Philip Dare; | was wondering
anxiously all the time if the sick sis