Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1893-06-22

of duty and service during our life. II
the service was very, very hard, and we
were weary and in pain, our longing for
death would be overpowering, and would
perhaps unfit US to bear the burden, were
it not for that instructive love of life
with which we are endowed"
SIS it love of life, or is it fear of the
physical terrors of dYing-the shrinking
of the human soul from the borders OF
the Unknown Land?"
II think" said Perdita, ''that they are
all part of the Instinct speak of. The
hottest man 1 ever knew she continued
reverently, bending her head, was the
Bishop who confirmed me. l only saw
him once or twice, but no one could be
with him without carrying away some
good, some wish to be better. And he,
this great man, who lived like saint,
had great dread of death, surely sent
to prevent him from yearning to leave
the worlo in which his life was so valu-
abIe'
"And is he dead?" asked Edward,
deeply interested.
Eyes. he is dead. He was spared the
knowledge that he was dying; he slept
on earth and awoke in Heaven"
Edward sighed; II believe you are
right" he said; and to take more prac-
tical view, would be selfish thing to
wish to die merely for your own comfort
that is, should you leave friends to
regret YOU"
''How does your arm feel now?" asked
Dita, charging the subject.
sit hurts me so much" he answered,
shat think the sooner can run up to
London and have it looked after the
better. But do not disturb yourself.
Miss Lowell; it is much more comfortab BILE
than it was"
II hope it has been properly set," said
Dita anXiously.
Il do not feel sure; when 1 tell
Griffiths Of the continuous pain he looks
surprised. and that is suspicious; but
have got it into an easy attitude Just
now'
II am SO glad" and Perdita took up
her book.
''Oh, you are not going to read? That
is too bad,' he cried.
1--WE talk so much" said Dita, shat 1
consider that l ought to read a little
sometimes"
mot just now," said he, imploringly.
| You can read when the people come
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visitor this morning." she said.
"Who?'
"Jaques,"
us his real name Jaques?" asked Sir
Edward. And have often wondered
how you came by your wonderful name!
Were you christened by it?"
No." she answered, the color mount
ing into her cheeks. 'My real name IS
Acknowledgements Griselda; but my
father had great passion for Shaks-
peare then, so l was named after the
fowerloving heroine"
And the melancholy Jaques?"
The same. his real name Is James,"
HE is a very queer kind of fellow to
be so much at home with all of you,"
said Sir Edward, curiously.
Dita laughed. He was my earliest
and dearest playfellow," she said. "And
though you may think him Ugly, l think
his rough face ute beautiful. You should
see him when he Is playing the violin, or
porting over some new or very old book
it is great triumph of expression and
feature t.g
Must go away when your melan-
choly Jacques Comes?"
"Oh no, why sho uld you? If he had
his violin | would make him play it, but
| am afraid there is no chance of that"
"Who knows? If he is such an en-
thusiast perhaps he will have it fastened
on his back as a troubadour has his gui-
tar, or born behind him by a beautiful
page. Talk of the
Hush" said Dita, for the servant an
nounced "Mr. Dandy" and Jaques
walked in.
1t was still matter of difficulty for
Jacques to get across the room, especially
when he saw that Perdita was not alone,
and she was relieved when she saw him
safely seated, facing her between the
two sofas.
"You have not brought your violin.
suppose, Jaques?" said Dita. eagerly.
"No-yes; could fetch it it you wish
it, Miss Lowell"
go back five miles. certainly not.
should not dream of it"
'In the afternoon" he muttered.
mot this afternoon, but one day if
you would. l want Sir Edward Norton
to hear you play SO much"
Jacques raised his ewes, and viewed the
other invalid with a rather strange look.
''He is taking my measure" thought
Sir Edward, land uncommonly close
too" And he said aloud, ''Miss Lowell
has told me so much OF the extreme
beauty Of your playing, that l am most
anxious to hear you"
Jacques bowed, and the color flushed
into his face, as it always did whom Per-
dita praised him.
Are you coming home soon, Miss
Di.a?" be said presently, ''you are so
much wanted at home"
''Is my mother not so well?" cried
Dita, anXiously.
'sOh. no, your mother is just the
same-neither better nor worse" he
said with sigh ''but Mr.. Lowell is quite
lost without you, and he won't give
Adams any orders while you are away"
''Miss Loyel cannot possibly move be-
fore the doctors give their permission"
said Sir Edward hastily.
''Oh, no, no. of course not. How are
| you getting on, Miss Dita? I had hoped
a