Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1893-06-29

name by which I am named, and even
that is shorn of it's first syllable, unless
! you wish to make use OF me, and SEND
mammle message per-Dita.
! ''Saucy child, | must run your errands
now that you are lame"
"Ah! can walk alone now-see!" and
| disdaining her crutches, Perdita put out
/ her arms for balance, and came slowly
| forward.
There, that is enough cried An.
drew, eagerly pushing chair to her.
Don't be imprudent; sit down and ar
range this bouquet" and he threw a
great bunch OF flowers on the table.
Perdita began to separate them, and
! Andrew sat down by her. Your mother
looks much better, Dita, does she not?''
| IA thousand million times better, she
answered gayly. 81 am sure Dr. Grant
understands her, aud every time you
quote Shakespeare, daddy, it is like a
tonic to her"
''Perdita arranging flowers and not
talking Shakespeare, is an anomaly; begin
at once, young lady," said Andrew. Dita
"Here's flowers for you,-
| Hot lavender minis, savory, marjoram;
| The marigold that goes to bed wi the sun,
And with him rises weeping these are flowers
! OF middle summer, and think they are given
| To men of middle age. You're very welcome"
''Bravo!'' cried Perdta. us not that
| an apt quotation? [ have rot recited
my Perdita speeches since | was very
little child, and had beautiful long
| name. What an orchid, daddy! Do
| tell Adams to grow a great many more
! of this kind
"Orchids, orchids! where do you find
orchids in Shakespeare? All old-fash-
! toned flowers for me-
"You must introduce orchids in your
own plays, then. OF course he would
have introduced them If he had seen
such beauties as these; they are more
like the flowers of Paradise than OF
| EARTH" she said enthusiastically.
Eyes, especially that monkey-fa
| specimen" said Mr.. Lowell, with supreme
contempt.
Dita laughed. 'They have new
one at the Lee Astons'," she said,
(which had never seen before. Mrs.
Lee Aston promised to tell me the name,
but I forgot it,
Were you very happy there?" asked
Andrew, rather wistfully.
"Oh, so very, very happv!' answered
Dita 'TheY were all more kind to me
! than could express. Iark! do you hear
Jaques' violin?"
There came to their ears lovely far
distant sound, rising and falling, passing
through strange cadences, now sweet.
now straining, then swelling into those
yearning sounds which make the listener
feel as if the musician played on his very
heartstringS.
Neither spoke while it lasted, but
when the music broke off abruptly in an
unfinished passage, they looked at each
other in establishment.
II never heard Jacques do that before,
what can have happened?' said Perdita.
''Dear daddy, and you love me, look out
of the d.awing-room windOw-the sound
of the music comes from the shru bbery-
and tell me whether Jaques lives, or has
fallen dead!'
The sound of the violin was again
heard as of hand dashed across ia
curious twanging discord, all out of tune
like breaking heart. Perdita gave
little SILVER and turned to her flowers;
some of the ferns had been too long out
of water and were dead, and she threw
them aside.
Andrew returned from the window,
saying, gaylY.
"Jaques' abrupt ending was owing to
the arrival Of a visitor. You will find it
hard to believe, Dita. 1t was Sir Ed
ward Norton, who has at last made up
his mind to come under the roof of Sal
ford Abbey
The color flushed into Dita's face, and
she turned away her head; but Andrew
saw it, and the shy sweet smile on her
lips, and he smiled and sighed.
Five, ten minutes passed and he did
not come in, then Andrew went once
more to the drawing-room window.
Sir Edward has stopped to have lit
tie conversation with Jaques,' he said.
''They are under the oak-tree; he has
fastened the reins Of his horse to q
branch; they are going into the shrub
berry,"
II think mammie must be down by
this time" was Perdita's answer; and,
taking the pFettiest flowers, she went to
Mrs. Lovels room.
"Ban 'Ban-Ca- CaIfben,
Has new n1aster-Get new man,
Freedom! heYday!'
Quotations are infectious, and Sir Ed
ward muttered these words to himself as
he rode up the road and espied Juques'
uncouth figure playing ON the lawn.
The music broke short with that
strange twang, and he also shuddered.
and wondered at the jar of the nerves
it produced. And 10! Caliban STROBE
treated for FIVE minutes conversation.
TO BE CONTINUED.
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