Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1919-12-12


boy, who nevertheless did his best to
get hurt himself. keeping her from any
possible harm.
She shook the picture out of her
eyes Indignantly, then came and sat
before her fire, and looked long and
long at the blackened mantelpiece.
She did not have the mantelpiece re-
painted-and, since she did not,
might as well have kept his photo
graphs. One forgets what made the
scar upon his hand but not what made
the scar upon his wall.
New faces appeared at the
dances Of the winter; new faces had
been appearing everywhere, for that
matter, and familiar ones were disap-
pearing, merged in the increasing
crowd, or gone forever and missed a
little and not long; for the town was
growing and changing as 1t never had
grown and changed before.
It was heaving up in the middle In
credibly; it was spreading incredibly !;
and as 1t heaved and spread, it be-
fouled itself and darkened its sky.
You drove between pleasant fields and
woodland groves one spring day; and
in the autumn, passing over the same
ground, you were warned off the tracks
by an interurban trolley-car's gong
ing, and beheld, beyond cement side
walks just dry, new house-owners busy
moving in" Gasoline and electricity
were performing the miracles Eugene
had predicted.
But the great change was in the
citizenry itself. What was left Of the
patriotic old-stock generation that had
fought the Civil war, and subsequently
controlled politics, had become vener-
able and was little needed. What hap
pened to Boston and to Broadway hap
pened in degree to the Midland city !;
the old stock became less and less typ
zeal, and of the grown people who
called the place home, less than a
third had been born in it.
A new spirit of citizenship had al
ready sharply defined itself. It was
idealistic, and it's ideals were ex-
pressed in the new kind Of young men
in business downtown. They were OPP
tiinists- optimists to the point of bel
ligerence-their motto being Boost !!
Don't Knock r. And they were hus-
tiers, believing in hustling and in hon
esty because both paid. They loved
their city and worked for it with a
plutonic energy which was always ar
IDENTIFY vocal. They were viciously gov
erned, but they sometimes went so far
as to struggle for better government on
account of the helpful effect of good
government on the price of real estate
and "betterment" generally; the politi-
clans could not go too far with them,
and knew it. The idealists planned and
strove and shouted that their city
should become a better, better, and
better city-and what they meant,
when they used the word better" was
"more prosperous" and the core of
their idealism was this: .The more
prosperous my beloved city, the more
prosperous beloved / T.
These were bad times for Anderson
addition. This quarter, already old, lay
within q mile Of the center Of the
town, but business moved In other
directions; and the Additions share of
Prosperity was only the smoke and
dirt, with the bank credit left out. The
owners of the original big houses sold
them, or rented them to boarding house
keepers, and the tenants Of the multi
tude of small houses moved farther
out" (where the smoke was thinner)
or into apartment houses, which were
built by dozens now. Cheaper tenants
took their places, and the rents were
lower and lower, and the houses shah
bier and shabbier-for all these shabby
houses, burning soft coal, did their
best to help In the destruction of their
own value. Distances had ceased to
matter.
The five new houses, built so closely
where had been the fine lawn of the
Anderson mansion, did not look new.
When they were year old they looked
as old as they would ever look; and
two of them were vacant, having never
been rented, for the Majors mistake
about apartment houses had been a
disastrous one. "He guessed wrong, .
George Anderson said. "He guessed
wrong at just the wrong timel People
were crazy for apartments-too bad
he couldn't have seen it in time. Poor
Iaa axn of lodi h
his old gas drop-light lamp almost
every night-he still refuses to let the
Mansion be torn up for wiring, you
know. But he had one painful salts
faction this spring: he got his taxes
lowered.
Anderson laughed ruefully, and Fan
ny Minafer asked how the Major could
have managed such an economy. They
were sitting upon the veranda at Isa-
bells one evening during the third sum-
mer of the absence of their nephew
and his mother; and the conversation
had turned toward Anderson finances.
ST said 1t was painful satisfaction,
Fanny" he explained. ''The property
has gone down in value, and they as
sessed it lower than they did fifteen
years ago."
"But farther out"
"Oh, yes, farther outl' Prices are
magnificent farther OUT and farther
in, too! We just happen to be the
wrong spot, that's all. Not that 1
don't think something could be done If
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