Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1920-06-30

justice 90 IL: but I was acting. I
knew. like resentful boy.
Il love yOu that way" said Alice
as stared vacantly at my plate. But
you really are not making yourself
disagreeable 10 us-really he Is not,
Constancet"
Mrs. Farnsworth affirmed this. I
knew that was merely being rude.
and the consciousness OF this was not
uplifting. At the luncheon hour the
Influx Of shoppers gives the Tyrlng.
ham a CHEEKY tone. and all about us
we're people apparently converslng
sauely and happily. The appearance
Of Uncle Basins ghost In the familiar
dining room would have been a wei
come diversion. was specializing as
20 just what he would say about his
widow and the whole mess at Barton
when Mrs. Farnsworth addressed me
p,ead.ngly.
If you knew that we want you 70
play with Us only a few days longer
three days. shall we say, Allce?-lf
you knew that then wen untaagle ev-
erything. wouldn't you be nlce-yery
niceg"
In spite OF myself 1 couldn't resist
this appeal. was more and more i'm
pressed by the tneneSs. the charm OF
Mrs FarnSw0rth. When she dropped
the make-bclieve fOOlishnesS In which
she INDUCED quite as amusingiy as
Alice. she appeared TO be a very SEN
sibie person. The humor danced in
her eyes now, but her glance was more
than an appeal; IL was a command.
III you knew that our troubles are
not az all the troubles you're thinking
about. but very different"
please pardon me-" muttered
humbly. and wished that Alice were
not so bewitching in a sailor hat. II
may have have been the hat or only
Mrs. Farnsworth's pleading tone that
brought me to a friendlier attitude
toward the universe and its visible
inhabitants. The crowd thinned out.
but we fingered. talking OF all manner
OF things.
eve must come In again very soon"
sand Alice. "And next time We shan't
run away. which was very naughty.
suppose when you begin a story you
Just have 20 keep IL going or Il will
die on your hands. That's the way
with our story. you know. OF course
it's unkind 70 mystify you; but you
are In the story just as we are"
Ny mystification was certainly deep
enough without this suggestion that
I was a mere character In a tale whose
awkward beginning aroused only the
gravest apprehensions as 20 the con-
clusi0n. She looked az her watch and
continued: I'm so absurd-really
am. In ever 50 many ways. that 40
one would ever put me In a book.
Everyone would say no such person
ever existed. It's incredible. And
so have 20 pretend TN In a story al
the time. It's the only way l can
keep happy. And SO many people are
in my story now, not only Montana
and the poor fellow locked up at Bar
ton-oh. what II he should escape
Constance. Il would be splendid II he
should escape!"
"You didn't finish your enumeration
81 characters" I suggested. as my
part an important one or am l only
a lay igureg
MY dear boy" cried Mrs. Farms
worth. ~you are the hero! You have
been the hero from the hour the story
began. II you should desert Us now
whatever should we dot"
III I'm the hero" I replied In her
own key. i shall begin making love
10 Alice at once"
Alice. far from being disturbed by
my declaration. nodded her head ap-
proviugly.
"On. we had expected that! But
YOU needn't be In a hurry. In a story
ike this one, that runs right on from
day Ia day. we must leave lot 70
chance. And there are ever so many
I chances"
NOT al on the side OF failure. I
hOpeT"
ave must be going" She laughed.
I wished she hadn't that characteristic
Httle turn Of the head that was 50
beguilingi
Folly rode with Us all the way 70
Barton. II anything sensible was Ut
tered on the drive. can't recall IT, Our
talk. chiefly OF knights and ladies, and
wild flights from imaginary enemies,
had the effect OF squirting Flynn to
perilous spurts OF speed.
TO BE cONTINUEDl