Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1895-01-03
had had anv saw with the one now

udu udu any say Will Vic OuS now
passing, or passed. from teh earth. AS
Sir John had ruled, so would Sir Fred
erick rule, supreme: and who could
have been altogether insensible to
such a prospect? It said something
hitherto any serious consideration to it.
During his fathers lifetime he had
neither intruded nor interfered: and it
had indeed been complaint in the
| neighborhood that he had been so lit
tie seen there.
No one would have guessed how de-
ighttul all at once appeared the old
ancestral halls, the country life, rural
pleasures. peace, power, and plenty in
the eyes that had been wont to con-
template it all only from q distance
He had not wished to care, and that
was the secret.
OF happy disposition, he had wisely
been well content with his own lot-n no
hard one, certainly-and might have
gone on being SO; but, be it remem-
bered, he was no longer in his first
youth, and, be patient with him, kind
readers, if the new prospect opened to
his now mature vision did appear in
describably tempting.
And then again would steal in more
solemn and affecting thoughts.
At that sunset hour who could tell
what might be passing within the old
familiar home of his childhood?
We're they already beginning to
count the hours until he should arrive?
Was all over in that darkened room?
Should he find only the cold remains
of one who had SO lately glowed with
life and health. well, strong, buoyant
as himself
He could almost see the scene await
ing him now. The long line of yelled
windows, the somber dom estics with
their subdued, important faces, the
reverent hush of every sound, and
every eye turned upon himself in
anxious expectancy. To him all would
turn. On him all would lean. He must
be the head, the front, the center of
everything soou.
No wonder that, wraptin contempla-
tiOns Of such a nature, he hung over
the boats side in profoundest silence,
the monotonous thud of the oars in the
row-locks, and the faint tapping of the
parted waters against the prov falling
dreamily upon his ear.
No one broke in uron his reverle.
He was alone with Geraldine, as it
were: for Cecil, at tn ojho end OF the
boat, was completely separated from
them by the two mute figures who
piled their oars between, and who at
no time loluacious, even in their ma
tive dialect, were on such occasions
absolutely silent, unless especially ad
dressed
"How beautiful it all is" exclaimed
Bellenden rousing himself at length
with another sigh. elbow beautiful.
[ shall often think of this night.''
Could he fail to do that? Whatever
befell him, whatever the future mi yht
have in store for him, would not that
calm, still August evening on the
Highland loch, with it's strange at
tendant circumstances, its novel
thoughts and emotions, stand out in
his memory to all time?
It seemed as if he had been months
almost years, where he now was.
The place and it's surroundings had
grown so familiar to them, he had SO
fallen in with everything, cast anchor
as it were, SO fercely in the soil, that
he could scarcely believe, it seemed
well nigh incredible, that. until with
in the past few short weeks, he had
never even beheld it.
And then this dear little girl. How
nice and atfectionate she had been to
him! How completely he had won
her good-fellowship
She would miss him he was sure.
He must send her something, some
remembrance, some really handsome,
acceptable present, suitable both for
her TO receive and for him to give, as
soon as he could get up to town and
see about it. OF course he should have
to go up to town before long. Indeed,
immediately. most likely. There.w would
be so much to be seen to. and done
and then his thoughts wandered Off
again far away from poor little Jerry,
sitting wistfuIly sorrowful and sympa-
thetic by bis side, far, far away into
all he intricacies and possibilities of
his own future untinged by hers.
At last they reached the whiting
bank, and q little more animation
stirred the party.
The oars were drawn in, and laid
lengthwise at the bottom of the beat.
The handlines> were taken up, and I'M
rolled. Bait was produced.
TO BE CONTINUED.I