The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1882-07-21

this was about the extent of the VISITING
circle in the Rue st. Dominique; and TO
this circle Ellinor's aunt set apart |
particular evening on which she wa
visible, in conjunction with eau swcrec
rather weak coffee, and wafer biscuits
! The very first day of Ellinor's visi'
happened to be the day of her aunt's re
ception. and it seemed to her as if The
tiresome hours would never wear them
selves out, or the equally tiresome guests
take their departure. She could no
help remembering how different every
thing would have been had Horace Mar
grave been present. How he woulC
have fought the battle of the tiers eta
with the white-headed old partisans Of
the departed noblesse; how he would
have discussed and critically analysed
Lamartine's "Odes" with the young
ladies from the convent how he would
have fattered the vanity of the bearded
poet; and regretted the Bourbons with
the faded old dowager. But he was
away-gone out of her life, perhaps, en-
tirely. 81 shall never see him again, u
she said; "that dear and honorable
guardian, in whose care my dead father
left me-"
The next day she went with her aunt
to the Louvre, to see the improvements
that had been made beneath the sway OF
that new ruler, who had already began
his work of regeneration in brick and
mortar. The pictures only wearied her;
the very coloring of the Rubens' seemed
to have lost half its glowing beauty
since she had last seen them; and Marie
di Medici, forid and resplendent, bored
QUESTIONS she thought frightfully over
rated, and she hurried her aunt away
from the splendid exhibition before they
had been there half an hour. She made
a few purchases in the Palais Royal;
and loitered for little time at a mil
liners, in the Rue de PEchelle, discuss
ing a new bonnet, and then declared
herself thoroughly tired out with her
mornings exertions.
She threw herself back in the car
riage, and was very silent as they drove
home; but suddenly, as they turned
from the Rue de Rivoli into the open
space between the Tuileries and the
,, Louvre, they passed close to hackney
coach, in which gentleman was seated,
and EllinOr, starting up, cried out:
"Aunt! my guardian, Mr.. Margrave.
Did you not see himp He has just this
moment passed us in hackney coach. {"
She pulled the check-string violently
as she spoke, and her aunt's coachman
stopped; but Horace Margrave was out
of sight, and the vehicle in which he
was seated lost among the crowd of
carriages of the same description, rat
Ting up and down the bustling street.
Never mind, my dear EllinOr," said
her aunt. as Ellinor, letting down the
carriage window, looked eagerly out;
eff you are not mistaken in the face of
the person who passed us, and it really
is Horace Margrave, he is sure to call
on us Immediately"
Mistaken in my guardians face! No,
indeed. But of course he will call, as
you say, aunt
Yes; he will call this evening, most
likely. He knows how seldom l go
out"
"What can have brought him to
PARISH" thought Ellinor. u knew he
would rather shun me than seek me
out; for, since the GOODNESS between me
and my husband, he has always seemed
to avoid me; so can have nothing to
do with this visit. But surely he will
call this evening""
All that evening and all the next
morning she constantly expected to
hear the lawyers name announced, but
still he did not come. HE had i'm
portant business to transact yesterday,
perhaps" she thought, land he may be
employed this morning; but in the
evening he is sure to call"
After dinner she sat by the low wood
fire in her aunt's little drawing room,
turning over the leaves of a book which
she had vainly endeavored to read, and
looking every moment at the tiny buhl
clock over the chimney; but the evening
slowly dragged itself through, and still
no Horace Margrave. She expected
him on the following day, but again
only to be disappointed; and in this
manner the week passed, without her
hearing any tidings of him
"He must have left PARISH she
thought; cleft Paris without once call
ing here to see me. Nothing could
better testify his utter Indifference
she added, bitterly. ut was no doubt
only for my fathers sake that he ever
pretended any interest in the friendless
orphan girl. !"
The following week Ellinor went with
her aunt once or twice to the opera, and
to two or three reunions in the Fau-
bourg, at which her handsome face and
elegant manners made some sensation;
but still no Horace Margrave! IF he
had been in Paris, we should have seen
him, most likely, at the opera" thought
Ellinor.
That week elapsed, and on the Sun
day evening Ellinor Dalton sat alone in
her own room, writing a packet of let
tiers to some friends in England, when
she was interrupted by summons from
her aunt. Some one wanted her in the
drawing-room Immediately.
Some one in the drawing-room. who
wanted to see herp Could it be her
guardian ut last?
"a lady or gentlemanT' she asked
Of the servant who brought her aunt's
message.
"a lady-a Sister of Mercy
She hurried into the drawing-room,
and found, as the servant had told her,
a Sister of Mercy in conversation with
hor a,pf