Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1893-07-06

wiring it from you," and he seized his
arm.
"Perdta is no child Of theirs; they
took her orphaned from the workhouso,
and she has no name"
Sir Edward staggered back against the
tree as white as death. Jacques laughed
bitterly.
This straw has broken the camePs
back" he said. ''Yes, it is quite true,
she is no fit bride for you-toO low OF
birth, and thousand times too high for
the scorn of your noble family! | have
warned you; for il you had pledged your
truth, and. hearing the truth, had broken
| it, by the Heaven above us, could have
murdered you! l have saved your pride
or your honor, Sir Edward Norton"
~ have been grossly deceived"
| II have undeceiyed you now. l was
right was not? The obstacle was too
strong"
"Leave me to think-you will drive
| me mad! The workhOuSe! q nameesS
orphan! Dandy, are you telling me the
truth?'
LAS | hope for salvation. You can
! look in the case-books Of the workhOuse
| in King John street, Soho, and you will
find No. Ia. The father at least was a
gentleman, the mother an Italian,
and
stop stop, you torture me, Dandy,
you are right; the obstacle is too strong,
O Dita, even for Youl A look of agony
passed over his face, and he almost
broke down; then added suddonly-"All
this Of course, is quite private between
ourselves, and she need never know"
Jacques was standing watching him
fixedly: II Judged rightly" he said be-
tween his teeth; land it would have
broken her heart"
Sir Edward was turning away. when
| he suddenly came back.
"You meant well" he said, hoarsely,
land l am not ungrateful"
II do not care tor your gratitude,
said Jacques, roughly, g! have saved
| Pcrdita from what she might have had
to bear If the truth had come too late,
and proved too hard.
And you love her also?''
II love her as mortals love the angels
she is the idol of my lifcl'
And l?'
Take refuge with your dignity" and
Jacques broke through the trees and
was gone"
Mr.. Lovcl came into his wife's sitting
room. Perdta sat on stool by her
sofa, her head in her mothers lap,
,, while Mamie played with her yellow
hair; her rosy lips smiled with the shy
| joyousness of Il child.
"After ALL Dta. our visitor has not
come in" said he, in Il disturbed voice.
"When he came out of the shrubbery he
mounted his horse and galloped off like
very mailman, nor looked once behind
him.
A little shadow passed over the young
girls brow, q light seemed to have gone
| from her life, vague sense of a cloud
| passing between her and the sun. Who
| does not know that chill feeling?
IL fancy Jaques must have said some
thing to him which offended him.
! wonder what it could have been"' con-
| tinued Andrew, uneasily: 'and Jacques
Is playing again so strangely.'
II Will go to him." said DIta. calmly
, rising; and Andrew, anxious to talk to
Mamie, did not seek to stop her.
The violin was sounding strangely
wild, passing from one mad strain to an
other, fast and loud. with a kind Of wall
in its merriment that made it weird and
unnatural.
Perdta went out, the colors of earth,
trees, and sky seemed dimmed because
OF the shadow that had come between
her and the sun. She came up to the
musician as he stood playing under the
oak and put out her hand, the notes died
family away.
'Jaques, she said, drearily-"J aques,
he Is gone"
Eyes, yes, Miss Dita, and it is better
So
She raised her eyes to his, and did not
know how faithfully he read the simple
story in the dark depths. One long, deep
sigh he gave, then he turned his head
aside, and said, without looking at her
81 told him your real orgin-his love
was not enough to conquer"
II know she said. softly. He began
to play again a little soft cadence, and
while the sweetest sounds swelled forth.
she went gently away. His hand passed
roughly over the instrument, and a string
cracked loudly: Jaques put down his
violin and sat down on the ground
there was a look in his face Of intense
suffering but he set to work patiently to
mend the broken string and his broken
| heart.