Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1895-04-04

! Rape of the Lock, and l want to prove
| myself right"
"Ah!' long -drawn "ah." "Is he here?
Well, find your book, and I will escort
you back"
He gathered up his papers, thrust them
into a bureau, which he locked, and rang
for his valet.
His visitor returned to the library, a
large somber apartment pervaded with a
faint delightful odor of Russia leather,
and from one of the well-flled shelves
selected book. Then putting on her hat,
she passed through the glass door by
which she had entered, and stood gazing
at the wide landscape visible from the
terrace.
''All this seems tame enough after con-
tinental scenery" said the squire, joining
her.
at has great charm for me. There is
a sense of life and freedom, and cheerful
ness in English landscape that you scarce
ly ever find elsewhere" She descended
the steps to the graveled path beneath as
she spoke, her companion following, and
coming up beside her.
''You have preserved large amount of
patriotism in spite of your long sojourn
abroad
Il have; yet love Germany, too. was
very happy there"
Were you ever unhappy?' he asked,
with a slightly contemptuous uplifting
of his brows.
''Well, no, do not think I ever was. /
have been very, very sorry for the trouble
Of my friends, but not on my own ac-
count"
SO talking, they walked across the
pleasure grounds, and through a gate
which admitted them to wide, park-like
stretch of pasture, bordered at one side
by a strip of woodland into which the path
led. Soon the ground began to slope
steepy down to shallow valley, at the
bottom of which ran small rapid river,
chatting and murmuring among big, black,
wet stones, and lcaping gayly over an
abrupt rocky barrier, some few hundred
yards above, where they struck upon the
stream. A narrow, ivy-grown bridge
spanned the fall, turning toward which
they came in sight of low, irregular
house, or rather cottage, on the opposite
side.
Glow thoroughly English this looks"
said the squire. at is Arcadian; but you
will be awfully bored after awhile, and
the sight of your abode reminds me l
have not asked for Mrs. L'Estrange."
''She is quite well, and will be very
pleased to see you.'
"And l shall be only too glad to trouble
you with my presence; but not this morn
ing. l have pile of letters to answer.
and an appalling amount of arrangements
to make. In short, I ought not to have
come so far afield with YOU
"You are a voluntary truant," she re-
turned, pausing on the bridge.
"That l acknowledge. Now I have
seen you to the edge of your own territory,
l will say good-by. If l come and beg
cup of coffee about eight or nine this even
ing, suppose l shall not3e barred out?"
eff the door is locked we will let you
i'll through the window"
He bowed, and raising his soft felt hat
with easy grace, stood looking after her as
she walked away with q smooth, light
step down the path which led toward the
cottage.
Clifford Marsden, the squire of Ewes
leigh, was one of the fortunate individuals
sometimes described as having been 'born
with a silver spoon in his mouth" He
had succeeded his father while still q
schoolboy; the savings of his minority
enabled him to start clear of all incum,
ORANGES when he came of age and the
sixteen or seventeen years which had
since elapsed had been diligently occupied
by him in creating fresh ones.
He had lived with boundless extrava-
gance and self-indulgence. He had done
everything, seen everything, exhausted
every thing possible for gentleman whose
character was still fair, whose popularity
was undiminished. Bankers and city men
knew that his lands were heavily mort
gagged; but society, as yet, only admired
his magnifcence, without doubling his
solvency.
Evesleigh had seen little of it's master
of late years, but in his boyish days, and
for some time after attaining his major.
ity, Marsden hunted and shot in due sea-
son at Evesleigh.
His near neighbor and relative was
Colonel L'Estrange of Brookdale, the cot
tage just described.
The beauty of the site had probably
induced the builder of Evesleigh House
to place that edifice ON the verge of the
estate for the stream above mentioned
was it's boundary ON this side. The farm
and residence of Brookdale had been pur.
chased by the squire's great-grandfather,
who settled 1T on his only daughter. This
lady had married q penniless soldier of
good family. Colonel L'Estrange was her
grandson.
He had married in India, and soon after
his return home, his delicate wife died
somewhat suddenly, leaving him baby
girl of about five years old. The colonel,
a grave, taciturn man, old for his years,
and unsociable in habits, lived on in his
humble home, finding consolation in sport.
and looked up to the young Squire OF
Evesleigh as mighty hunter, an unerring
shot.
When Leonora, or Nora L'Estrange,
who was pet and plaything with her
cousin, had reached her tenth year, her
father suddenly discovered she was too
old to be left entirely with her nurse. Of
a boarding school he would not hear, and,
in short, the only solution to the difficulty