Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1921-03-30

thirteen when his painting began. The
Shepherd looked at her with an ex-
clamation OF delight; until then he had
never seen a beautiful young maiden.
Homely. ill-clad daughters OF the
working folk had come to his room
with field flowers now and then. but
no one like Pauline. He felt her hair
and looked wistfully into her face and
said that she was like pink and white
and yellow roses. She was a discov-
ery-a new kind OF a human being.
Often he thought Of her as he SAT-
looking ont OF the window and often
he dreamed OF her at night.
The little Shepherd OF the Birds
was not quite boy. He was a spirit
untouched by any evil thought, I'M
broken 10 lures and thorny ways He
was like the flowers and birds OF the
garden. strangely fair and winsome.
with sllken. dark hair curling about
his brows He had large. clear, brown
eyes, a mouth delicate as a girls and
teeth very white and shapely. The
Bakers had lifted the boundaries OF
his life and extended his vision. He
found a new Joy in studying flower
forms and in initiating their colors on
canvas.
Now. indeed. there was not a hap
pier lad In the village than this young
prisoner I'm one OF the two upper bed
rooms In the small cottage of the
Widow Moran. True. he had moments
OF longing for his lost freedom when
he heard the shouts OF the boys In the
street and their feet hurrying by on
the sidewalk. The steadfast and cou-
rageous Mr.. BlOggs had said: Il guess
we have just as much fun as they do,
after all. Look ar them roses"
One evening. as his mother sat
reading an old love tale to the boy. he
stopped her.
Mother" he said. II love Pauline.
DO you think IL would be all right for
me to tell herr"
"Never a word" said the good
woman. "Ye see it's this way. my lit
tie son. we're like n priest an it's not
the right thing for a priest"
II don't want TO be a priest" said
he impatiently.
tut tut. my laddie boyl It's for
God TO say an for us TO obey" she
answered
When the widow had gone TO her
room for the night and Bob was think
ing II over. Mr.. Bloggs remarked that
In his opinion they should keep up
their courage, for II was very grand
thing 20 be a priest after all.
Winters he spent deep I'm books out
Of Judge Crooker's library and tending
his ported plants and painting them
and the thick blanket of snow I'm the
garden. Among the happiest moments
of his life were those that followed his
mothers return from the postofiice
with the Bingville Sentinel. Then, as
the widow was wont to say. he was
like a dog with bone. To him. Bing-
Vile was like Rome In the ancient
world or London I'm the British emf
Dire. All roads led TO Bingville. The
sentinel was In the nature OF habit.i
One Issue was like unto another-asi
like as 'two chaws OFF the same plug
OF tobaccer." a citizen had once said
Anything important In the Sentinel
would have been as misplaced as al
cannon In a Westinghouse. Every week
Il caught the toy balloons Of gossip
the thistledown events which were,
floating In the still air of Blngville.
The Sentinel was a dissipation as en-
joyable and as inexplicable as tea.
To the little Shepherd. Bingville,
was the capital Of the world and Mr..
]. Patterson Bing. the first citizen OF
Blngville. who employed eleven hun
dred men and had four automobiles,
was a gigantic figure whose shadow
stretched across the earth. There were
two people much i'm his thoughts and
dreams and conversation - Pauline
Baker and ]. Patterson Bling. Often.
there were articles in the Sentinel re-
gardIng the great enterprises OF Mr.i
Ring and the social successes Of the
Bling family in the metropolis. These
ne read with hungry interest. His
Ington. ST. Francis and ]. Patterson
Bling. As between the three he would.
secretly, have voted for Mr.. Bling. In
deed. he and his friends and intimates
Mr.. Bloggs and the rubber tree and
the little pine bureau and the round
sickel clock-had all voted for Mr..
Bling. But he had never seen the great
man.
Mr.. Bina sent Mrs. Moran a check
every Christmas and. now and then,
some little gift TO Bob, but his char
tiles were strictly impersonaL He
used TO say that while he was glad to
help the poor and the sick, he hadn't
time 10 call on them. Once Mrs. Bing
promised the widow that she and her
husband would go 20 see Bob on
Christmas day. The little Shepherd
asked his mother 10 hang his best