St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1888-05-25
BY LAKE PEP|N'S WATERS,
Story of Love and Tragedy in the Mississippi ley

of the hills through which the railroad
cuts, or is it the white cottages, the
coy hotel. and the we'll cultivated
farms that lie beside Lake Pepin.
Both bear the same name and mile,
or half more divides them. On each
time has left lasting impress. In
neither is there aught that tells of what
is fresh, new. An everlasting quiet
and rest is upon them, and to which
seniority may be assigned is a question
for local antiquarianS to dispute over.
Each has beauty of its own, but one
far surpasses the other in this. The
FrOntenac by the hills has forests and
winding paths, and the hundred other
beauties of an inland country place.
The Frontenac by the lake has Pepin,
Maiden Rock, beaches of white sand,
towering hills crowned with forest
green. drives that wind in and out for
miles and miles. Everything that
nature could lavish from her horn upon
Frontenac by the waters has been be-
slowed.
1t is an Out-of-the-way place. Some
few know of its existence and go there
season after season for health and rest,
but the world proper has never desc
Grated it with mobs of hoyden children
and f1ashily-dreSSed women. Such
weary hearts are rare-Once found,
never forgotten.
Mr.. Eaton, as he pulled his boat into
a cove and prepared to make shore,
thought that glimpse of Paradise had
been vOuchSafed him. He had cone to
Frontenac on buSiness.a and pleasure had
kept him beyond his time. This was to
be his last afternoon there, and to see all
! that could be seen in that time, ne
risked a hard row up the river to Fish
erman's point, and lazy drift back.
AS he beached his boat, he recollected
| that what he had come for was not yet
| done.
so, ho,' he muttered, shaking the
what? Humph-to find pretty face,
shapely foot and fine form. Having
found them properly connected, | will
| then see-what?- daughter.
My aughter-strange isn't it that
! should have had a daughter and never
, have seen her? Have been married, and
yet not have met my wife but once?
Very strange.
said Felix: You will find her on the
farm nearest the lake, on the bluff over
looking what they call Point No Point
Felix is bad i'll giving descriptions.
This is Point No Point, and that must
be the bluff, but where is the farm and
the girl?
"Ah, remember. He said also, Her
name is Felia, and her supposed-sup-
posed - father is called Pompour.'
| What beastly name-not Felia, but
PompOur. Well, well, | will go and
see. l have wasted one day, part of an
other, and now L must make haste. My
daughter-my daughter-''
Mr.. Eaton, as fast as his tired limbs
would permit him. went up the steep
bluff, over the spot where Felia had
lain, found the path that led to the farm.
and, taking it, walked rapidly ahead
until he stood at the entrance to POM
pour's home.
hopping the perSpiratiOn from his
face and tanning himself with his broad
brim, he looked at the squalor visible
everywhere before knocking.
The neglect apparent impressed him
unfavorably. Beauty and his daughter
certainly could not be found in such
place. He had mistaken his directions,
surely. Still, he would inquire. 1t was
growing dark and time was precious.
He knocked, and it was Felia who
opened the door. She stood squarely in
the entrance, looking up into his face.
Eaton. surprised, stumbled back. 81
beg your pardOn-I-that isl am look
ing for farmer by the name of Pom
pour"
"This is his place." said Felia.
"YeS-I knOw-Of course-but you?"
stammered Eaton, unable to collect his
wits, but keeping his eyes fixed on the
dark, curling hair, the broad. white
forehead, and the slender throat of the
girl.
His confusion puzzled and embarrassed
her. She made no answer to him. He
lifted his hat and looked at her again.
There was no mistake. Felix was right.
There before him, in the grace and
beauty of young womanhood, stood his
child.
"And you are Felia?' he asked.
He acted so strangely she felt afraid.
PompOUr was away at the tavern, the
help had gone to town. This stranger,
with gray hairs, the dress of a gentle
| man meant no coed to her.
Her thoughts revealed themselves i'm
her eyes, and the way in which she
shrank from him. Eaton noticed this
| and OWNED the cause.
''Do not be frightened" he said. 81
came to see yodr father and you on
business. | am stopping at Lakeside.
My name is Eaton, and am from the
East. If you wish to know what l want,
L am looking for my daughter"
your daughter, sir, but there is no
one here-nO one but me-"
And you are called Felia?"
"Yes, SIR"
Eaton drew from his pocket small
leather case and took from it a photo
graph. He handed it to her. The in
slant she had it in her hand she cried
out:
"My mother"
EYES," he answered, while smile
came to his lips, land you are my
daughter"
10 be continued in next FRIDAYS Globe.l