Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1924-10-30

went down into the cabins cellar.
Here was long pine box, hoped with
tin bands for shipping, It's lid securely
nailed on. He set down his lamp and
with shirt-sleeve wiped off some Of the
accumulation of dust and spider-web.
A card with the words, david Bur
rill Lee, Rocky Bend" tackled to it
made its appearance. Lee shook his
head and attacked the lid.
TITS like digging out dead man."
he muttered well, we'll bury him
again tomorrow"
| 1t was box of odds and ends.
| Clothing, a few books, a pack of pho
| tographs, an ornate bride, a pair of
gold-chased spurs, couple of hats,
| gloves, no end of the varied articles
which might have gone hastily into
such a receptacle as this from the hur-
| ried packing in a bachelors apart
ments. Bud Lee, with a dress-suit and
| the articles it demands, even to tie
and dancing-shoes, went back into the
room above.
Like Hampton" he unused, looking
| at the things in his hands, II wonder
what it'll feel like to get back into
these! I'm fool" He laughed short
| ly and set to work to improvise flat
iron to take the worst wrinkles out of
the cloth. "Once a fool, always a
fool. You can't get away from it,
1t was settled. He was going to
Marcia's party. He insisted upon call
ing it in his mind, "Marcia's party"
And he was wondering, as he shaved,
how Judith was going to look.
AS Bud Lee came through the lilacs
into the courtyard, he heard the tinkle
of distant piano and the tremolo of a
violin, SO faint as hardly to be distin-
guished above the plash and gurgle
of the fountains. The court, bathed
in soft light, seemed corner Of fairy
land, the music vanishing elfn
strains to some mischievous troop put
ting signs and love dreams into sleep
ing maids breast. The night was rich
with stars, warm with summer, serene
with the peace Of the mountains. He
was late. They were already dancing
within.
| He stood a moment, looking in at
the outer edge Of the flood Of light
which gushed through the wide doors.
Behind him japanese lanterns hang
| ing from vine-covered trellis; before
him flowers, bright chandeliers, girls
dresses like f1uttering, many-colored,
diaphanous butterfly wings. He had
been saying to himself: 81 must hurry
| if 1 want to dance with Marcia" And
something stirring restlessly within
him showed aside the thought of Mar
ella and put in it's stead the old won
i der: .'What sort of Judith would he
see tonight?"
He found it difficult to form. any
| picture of her here, among these gay,
inconsequent merry-makers. Judith to
| him spelled girl upon horse, boot
/ ed, spurred, with scarf about her
neck fiuttering wildly behind her as
she rode, the superb, splendid figure OF
a girl of the out-of-doors, alive with
the hot pioneer blood which had been
her rich Inheritance, sort of wonder
full boy-girl. Remove her tapping hat
her boots and spurs and riding-suit
and what was left of Judith?
Outside were half a dozen Of the
boys who had not mustered courage tC
set foot on the polished floors, Carson
and Tommy Burkitt among them
Tommy stared at Bud Lee and his
Jaw dropped in amazement. Carson
took swift stock Of such clothes as he
had never suspected a good horse
foreman owned, and gasped family:
"The d-n lady-killer !"
But Lee had neither eyes no1
thoughts for them, nor remembrance
of his own change from working garh
to that of polite society. The dance
came to lingering end, the couples
throughout the big room strolled ur
and down, clapping their hands softly
or vehemently as their natures or de-
gree Of enthusiasm dictated, and Lee
forgot Marcia and sought eagerly for
a glimpse of Judith.
Refused second encore, the couples
i stood about chatting, the hum OF
lively voices bespeaking eager enjoy
ment. There was no early chill upon
the assembly, to be dissipated as the
dance wore on; the day of festivity
outdoors had thawed the thin crust OF
icy strangeness which is so natural q
part of such a function as this. AL
ready it seemed that everybody was
on the most cheerful terms with every
body else.
Suddenly his eyes, still seeking
Judith, found Marcia. Surrounded by
a little knot of men, each Of them
plainly seeking to become her happy
partner for the next dance, adorably
helpless as usual, Miss LangwOrthy
was allowing the men to fight 1t out
among themselves. Lee moved little
nearer to see her better. In a pale
blue gown, fluffy as a summer cloud
her cheeks delicately flushed, white
rose like a snowdrop in the gold of
i her hair, she was flutteringly happy,
reminding him of those little meadow
blues that had flown palpitatingly
about him that day in the fields. And
she was obviously as much at her
ease here, in an atmosphere Of music
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