Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1895-08-08

thought another was preferred by the
man she loved! Where could she turn for
counsel or comfort? None could give it
to her. Her wisest, justest course, would
be strictest silence as to Winton's amaz-
ing avowal. Then there would be no dis
turbance. Helen would remain on the
same friendly terms with Winton, per-
haps he might learn to love her. At any
rate, she had always heard that men
never suffered long from such disappoint-
ments.
It was all, all too cruel! To think that
have avoided, she had missed the road
| that led to happiness-happiness full, com
plete, soul-satisfying made him she
loved so we'll suffer as bitterly as she did
herself!
1t was an hour of intense, blackest de-
spair, a night of anguish to which there
would be no succeeding dawn. To the sor-
rows, as to the joys of youth there are
no to-morrows. In grief it Indignantly
rejects the idea of consolation, of being
SO heartless as to forget, while the sug-
gestion of prudence in pleasure, lest dark
days may come, is resisted with scornful
certainty of permanent bliss. To Nora
the only possible mood that could succeed
her present suffering would be the numb
ness and Indifference of mental death! In
the bitterness of her remorse for her own
hasty action, she wrung her hands, and
| the splendid engagement-ring, which
Marsden had placed upon her hand in ad-
| dition to the signet he still wished her to
wear, fell to the ground unnoticed.
At length she tried to think what she
had better do to hide herself from the
kindly inquiring eyes~of her step-mother.
| She could think of nothing more original
than the inexhaustible eXcuse-headache;
but it would not do to lie down in the safe
solitude of her own room. No; she dared
not so indulge herself. She would go out
| and shop. There was plenty to do in that
way. She rang and called for the ever
ready Watson, and explained that she
thought the air would do her good, and
sailed forth, leaving a message for Mrs.
L'Estrange to the effect that Winton had
called and could not come to tea.
1t was dusk when she returned, feeling
utterly worn out.
'My dear Nora," cried her stej-mother,
''here is letter from Mr.. Marsden. l
wonder what he would say if he know that
you had let the beautiful ring he gave
you drop, and had not taken the trouble
| to pick it up?"
did Il" with bewildered look.
eyes! Bea trod on it as she came in.
1t is fortunate she is so light"
"Ah! my fraulein, it is not good
omenv' cried the little German governess.
ooh! we must not talk of omens! How
| did Bea behave at the dentists Helen"
"Like little heroine" cried Mrs. L Els
TRANCE, proudly, land she has chosen a
proportionate reward "a monstrous
| Noah's ark. with the most accurately cor
rect animals ever made out of wood, and
| fur, and papier-mache. But, Nora, were
you wise to go out!'
Eyes, quite My head ached fearfully,
| now it is better"
"It may be; but you look wretched. I
| do not know what Mr.. Marsden will say
| to me when he comes back. I wish you
would read his letter I am anxious to
hear what Lady Darlington says"
"Nothing very pleasant, l fear" said
Nora, with a sigh.
"Why couldn't Mr.. Winton come this
afternoon"
ooh! he was obliged to go somewhere
else imagine he is going away to see his
uncle tomorrow"
Go be continued)