Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1925-12-23
CHAPTER VI-Co.stinued

made a business of keeping young in
looks as we'll as in spirit.
IN clear, full voice, trained to
reach remote perches in lofty theaters.
@he spoke to her husband from the
coach steps:
Herbert, dear have you the checks
for my baggage, or have I?'
I'll will attend to the trunks"
he began huskily, only to be inter-
rupted by the interchangeable Sammy.
Don't give 'em another thought, Mr..
Sage. I'll see to everything. Give me
the checks and--right this way, please,
Mrs Sage"
Thank you--thank you so much,'
said Mrs Sage graciously and, as
Sammy hustled on ahead, inquired in
an undertone of Jane at whose side
she walked: as that the wonderful
Oliver October I've been hearing SO
much about"
mo, mother--tbat is Sammy Parr.
IL don't see Oliver anywhere. /
wrote him the train we were com.
ing
A few PAGES ahead Sammy was ex-
planning loudly to Mr.. Sage: 81 guess
something important Of a political ma
ture mast have turned up to keep Oil
Yer from meeting the train. We had
1t all fixed up to meet you with my car
and Ire was TO be here at four sharp.
Doc Lansing's up at Harbor Point.
Mich, for a little vacation. Won't be
back till Sunday week. MuriePs out
here in the car Mr.. Sage She'll drive
You home while see about the bag
gage"
Mr.. Sage had recovered his COM
posure by this time. He leaned close
20 Sammy's ear and said graveIy:
Luggage, Sammy-luggage.
"Sure-I get you," said Sammy,
winklng. But just the same I'll call it
baggage till I've got it safely out of
the hands of Jim O'Brien, the baggage
master. Here we are! Hop right in,
Jane. Permit me to introduce myself,
Mrs Sage. l am"
y remember you quite WELL" inter-
Tup1ed the great actress (pronouncing
1t "luateD. "You are Sammy Parr-
little Sammy Parr.
II say, Herbert, old thing, you can't
make me believe this is RumIey. You
are deceiving me. l don't recognize a
single Oh, yes, l do! / take it all
back. would know that man if saw
him in Timbuktu. The old Johnnie in
the car we just passed. 1t was Gooch
the amiable Gooch-and, my word,
what a dust he was raisingw
Oliver, pedaling furiously, arrived at
the parsonage ten minutes behind the
Sages. The minister greeted him as he
came Gathering up the front steps,
SSH" he cautioned, his finger to his
lips. Don't make such a noise, Oil
ver-if you please. She's-she's rest
ing. Sh! Dc you mind tiptoeing. lad?"
Where is Jane, Uncle Herbert"
broke in Oliver, twiddling his hat. He
was struck by the dazed, beatific, and
yet harassed expression in the minis
ter's eyes,
"Jane? Oh, yes, Jane. Why, Jane is
upstairs with her dear mother-help-
ing her with her hair, / think. | am
sure she will not be down for some
time, Oliver. After the hair 1 think
she rubs her back or something Of that
sort. Do you mind strolling around
the yard with me, Oliver? l was on
the point of taking Henry the Eighth
out for little exercise"
Henry the what?" inquired Oliver,
still gripping the pastors hand.
THE Eighth" said Mr.. Sage, look
N~,r OH ~ clNf fha
position of his feet in some trepidation.
BLESS my soul, what can have become
OF him? l hope l haven't been stand
Ing on him. l should have squashed
him All, l remember! The hat
rack !"
He dashed into the hall, followed by
oliver, and there was Henry the Eighth
suspended from the hatrack by his
leash in such a precarious fashion that
only by standing on his hind legs was
he able to avoid strangulation.
q am so absent-minded," murmured
Mr.. Sage, rather plaintively. Poor
doggie! Was he being hanged like
horrid old murderer? Was he"
81 say, Uncle Herbert, don't you
think Jane may have finished-er-
rubbing Mrs Sage's back by this timer"
interrupted the impatient Oliver.
Possibly" said the other. Come
along, doggie-iet's romp a bit"
Meanwhile, Jane, having brushed her
mothers hair was now employed in
the more laborious task of rubbing
the lady's back.
you have a great deal of magnetism
in your hands. my DEAR" droned Mrs
Sage, luxuriously. GAS l say, my maid
always did it for me in London, but she
never had the touch that you have.
The right shoulder now, please"
II think Oliver is downstairs with
father" began Jane wistfully.
"She was my dresser, too" went on
Mrs. Sage drowsily. Really, l wonder
now that l endured her as long as
did. And ! shouldn't if she hadn't been