Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1893-07-27

her more; but Mr.. Norton went Off to
England in high dudgeon.
ssRun upstairs and read your letter,
my child, said Mrs. Lowell, tenderiy;
''luncheon is never punctual;" and Dita
fed away. She did not return till Mr..
Lowell had come in, and luncheon was
ready.
In the afternoon Mamie went out for
the short drive she was still able to
take with her husband: and Perdita,
instead of joining her young friends,
spent the whole afternoon in her own
little room. She was not alone again
with her mother till about six o'clock,
when Andrew always went to the read
ing-room to look at the papers. Then
Dita nestled up TO her sofa and said
II want you to read the letter, mann
ME, and the answer | have written"
She put both into her hands.
you have considered well, and asked
for Gods help, darling. have you?'
II think have done right, she an
swered with a little sob. =
Mrs. Lowell opened the letter and
read it
.'MY DEAR Miss LOWELL hardly venture to
address you without beginning by saying that,
unless circumstances had prevented me, |
should have written this letter long ago You
must have seen during that most precious time
| in which we wore much together, that my
feelings toward you had grown fur beyond the
bounds of warnest friendship; now, though
months have passed since have seen you, | am
more than ever convinced that the happiness OF
my life lies in your hands, md entirely depends
upon your acceptance OF rejection OF my SUIT.
| Will you be my wife. and make me the happiest
! individual on Gods earth?
| Yours most truly,
| "E. ID. NORTON"
'My address will be, post restante,
Cadenabbia.
"Before you read my answer, mann
mic, )" said Perdita, laying her hand on
| her own letter, ''listen to me. You
know that the circumstances to which
! he alludes are not circumstances at all
but feelings. | have interpreted his
| letter to Mr.. Lee Aston very clearly,
and / know his character SO well, she
said, the tears rising to her eyes. He
| is so proud that he will find it difficult
| to realize that can be as proud as be
| is"
Child. child. have you refused him?'
eyes, mammie:' and Dita hid he1
| face
Darling, do you know what you are
! doing? Dita, do You love him.
Eyes, yes, / do love him, mammie,
and he loves mc-loves me so much
that he would make what he deems q
very great sacrifice for me: but ! will
never marry him-never, never" she
cried, with increasing vehcmence.
mo bar-sinster shall ever disgrace
his shield"
My dear, what do you mean?'
| "Never mind, mammie,' she said,
smiling drearily. ''It is better so: !
could not leave you, and you cannot
wish to send me away. Read my let
ter, mammle.'
! Mrs. Lowell took it up, sorely troubled.
"MY DEAR SIR EDwAnD-Forgive me, please
forgive me the pain must give you. cannot be
your wife. Try to think of 1T no more. / feel
most deeply that you love mo so much that you
! would sacrifice yourself for me. do not ac-
cept the sacrifice. | will pray for you that you
may forget PERDITA."
| Mrs. Lovel lay back and shut her
eyes; one Of her overwhelming attacks
of palpitation had come on. Perdita,
pale and dry-eycd, attended to her adj
ministering the usual remedies. When
she had somewhat recovered she babe
Dita sit by her again.
Darling, You have made up your
mind?' she said, feebly.
eyes, quite, quite, mammle,' said
! Perdita, wistfully. II have never
asked YOU before what was my mothers
name? and where did YOU see hen
first?" ..a ..s......
Il found her, darling, in the work
house.'
A sharp SILVER passed through the
girls frame. @ as
''She had become so very poor, and
You were so young. she thought il
better to go there. Her name was AS
sunta de Carroll; she told me that she
was the daughter Of an Italian. but she
I.spoke English like an Englishwoman;'
she stopped breathess.
f s'Assunta de- Carroll" repeated Per
I dita, still with her face hidden; ''anC
was she--like LADY," sax. ..........
| Yes. dcarie-a true, well-born lady
She had large brown eyes that shone
SO wistf,llly in her white wan face; she
was very thin, poor little thing, but
could see she must have been quite
beautiful"
And" said Dita, hesitatingly- ''di(
she speak of my father? Oh, mammie
do YOU know his namc?"
Darling, must you know? Hts name
was Evan Macmonach-"
"Macmonach, Mammie, mammie'
Yes, dearest: Angus Macmonach /
elder brother"
ION, does any one KNOW: SnG Ssild
sbivering.
mo, darling, your father took care
that no one should ever know: perhap
) that has been mistake she said soft
4 " to herself Pcrdida was sobbins
now. and clinging closely to her.
i she gave you to me for my yer.
: own said Mamie tearfully -''to be IN,
} own; and she smiled and thanked Coz
when she saw you i'll my arms. An'
you have been happy, darling, hav'
you not?''
: Mother. my life has been ONE Ion!
joy"
God bless you. child, for sayin!
, that; | will tell A5Su1ta soon"
TO BE CONTINUED.
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