Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1919-02-14

II Know your son BaVafQ very We'll
I'm in his Office. We belong to the
same fraternity different chapters OF
course. We struck up a great friend
ship. When he knew was coming to
Cleveland he said, Tell my sister to
be nice to you,' and-and-"
Wimburn paused in some embarrass-
ment before the ballroom manner OF
Mrs. Kip, but the pompous DISCUSSES
of timidity fell from her as she MUIR
mured-and blushed in a motherly
way:
Daphne told me. He said for you
to kiss his mother for him."
"Ye-es."
well, am his MOTHER
"Oh! May IY'
'sWill you?"
He pressed his lips respectfully on
her cheek but she, closing her eyes to
imagine him her son, flung her fat
arms about him and held him mo-
ment. He kissed her again with q
kind of vicarious devotion.
I'D want Bayard to deliver such a
message to your mother" she ex-
planned.
Already Wimburn was a member OF
the household; he had been kissed
and sympathized with.
/ He turned to Daphne with an apollo
getic look and saw that she was star
ing at him with softer eyes than he
had thought she had.
/ Definite anxieties engaged Mrs. Kip,
for tea had come in tottering on a
tray carried by panic-smitten cook,
as agile as a hippopotamus and as
shy as a violet.
Daphne and her mother and father
went through the tea ceremony with
| the anxiety of people in an earth
] quake, and the Swedish dromedary'
stared at the unaccustomed sight as
if the tea bibbers were drinking pol
son and she watching for the convul-
sions to begin.
Clay Wimburn talked altogether
about Bayard and his wonderful prog
ress in business in spite of the hard
i times. Bayard, he said, was sticking to
his desk like demon, and he let moth
ing distract him.
1T must be glorious living in New
York." Daphne sighed.
"Why don't you come and pay Bay
ard visit?" Wimburn suggested.
HE wouldn't have time to take me
anywhere, and / don't know anybody
else there"
''You know me. And I'd be only too
glad to try to repay your hospitality
to me-
Mrs. Kip looked on and listened with
the fond alarm of one who has seen
fatal courtships begun with just such
| fencing.
! When at length Daphne suggested
that there was still time to rush down
to the Hotel StatIeT fer dance or
two Mrs. Kip smiled at her. Wimburn
did not know that he had been brought
j home on approval. Mrs. Kip realized
that he was not to be returned as i'm
possible Her fancy gambled in fu-
lures.
j Wimburn was the victim of an onset
of that deiirium amans known as love
at first sight. He was at the right age,
and he found something exotically
captivating in this strange girl in the
strange city. He was poisoned with
love, and his opinion of Daphne was
j lunatically fantastic. No one in the
world equaled her. No one ever had
equaled her or could equal her in any
future ever.
| and Toxyo rn ha rNcv.ov1 nj I
miracles, always new, always amazing.
1t was springtl1ne in Wimburn's years
and in the calendar of the world; and
countless other youth of mankind, ami
NAL kind, bird and fish kind, flowers
and fruit trees, and perhaps of chem
icals in the ground were feeling the
| same mania.
Daphne's. cordiality was at first
merely the hospitable warmth of her
unusually cordial community. But she
caught the fever from Wimburn and
decided that he was the final word in
/ human evolution.
7 They began to dread the society Of
others, to resent the existence of a
squatter population on their private
planet. The world was too much with
them. The little car was transparent.
Even at night etiquette required them
to light it up within.
i Wimburn did not return to New
York so soon as he expected. 1t
seemed impossible to uproot himself
from that pleasant soil. One after
noon when he had already overstayed
his furlough Daphne and he were rid
ing in the little car through the outer
suburb known as Shaker Heights-a
section rapidly evolving from sleepy
religious community to swarm of city
residences.
The late afternoon moon had risen
| in a sky still rosy with the afterglow
of sunset. The air was murmurous
with pleading.
Suddenly Wimburn cried aloud, to
his own surprise and hers, Daphne |!
Miss Kip! can't stand everything,
you know! I'm only human, after all"
whats the matter?" she asked in
prosaic phrase but with poetic fut-
ter of breath.
Il love you, dn it!-pardon me,
but I'm Internally in love with you.
Pm tormented. I came here on bust
ness, and instead of my finishing it
you've finished me. I'm two days over
due in New York and I've had to lie
to the office to explain why. And all
| con +hipIy of now ic fhof T'd rotbor