Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1895-08-15

SiA hundred per annum; that will help
Aeep Inc Wolf from the door, eh, sister
.nine! linen, after few years wander
1ns III peasant places shall return free
nian, ana hold high revels in the hall of
my fathers"
Let Evesleighw said Lady Darlington,
agnast, as If that was the lowest depth.
Les! Nora quite approves" continued
Marsden, serenely. "She is prudent, and
very resolute for so youthful and charm
ing wood nymph. She will reform me,
ana my estate, depend upon it."
ana What-what am to say to Mrs.
huthVenT cried Lady Darlington, press
ing her large, white hands together.
Whatever occurs to you," said Mars
den politely. "Only that you require no
hints from me. I would suggest your
telling the simple fact as matter of ordi-
nary gossip
How can you be so unfeeling, so
shameless" exclaimed his sister, her eyes
sparkling with indignation. II would not
answer for the consequences, were she
told too suddenly of your treachery. l
dare not face her with the knowledge of
your base desertion in my heart. Do you
know that she is worth two hundred
thousand pounds, if not more?"
'Two hundred thousandv' repeated
Marsden, slowly. 'What delightful
rhythm there is in those words. Yes, my
dear sister, no one knows better than my
self her financial position. She is not
quite so rich as that, but, confess, l
wish her fortune was Nora's; still l dare
say we shall manage an immense amount
of enjoyment without it,"
Clifford" exclaimed Lady Darlington,
| cir in, hov %ho
ordinary gentleman's sense of honor, you
have not the faintest regard for duty or
justice, you are slave to the grossest
selhshness, regardless of everything eX-
cept your own pleasure and self-indul-
gence; you are weak beyond what should
have expected, for you must have yielded
against your better judgment to Morals
wiles, for never will believe that she did
not try to attract you."
Marsden laughed.
"You can take what view you like of the
NATTER" he said, watching her with quiet
eyes.
"Dorrington will be Disguised with you,
and quite give you up. AS to Nora and
Mrs. L'Estrange, never wish to see them
again. l did believe they were well-bred
gentlewomen."
"Do well-bred gentlewomen never
scheme" asked Marsden innocently.
eff you had any honorable instincts, l
would hope to move you," continued Lady
Darlington. GAS it is, give you up, and
beg you will leave my house, where you
will never again be welcome guest
every WE'LL" looking at his watch.
''There is a train at three-thirty, which
will suit me- l will have luncheon and bid
you very heartily farewell"
Lady Darlington took up some letters
that lay on the table before her, darted
an angry, scornful look at her brother, and
left the room without further speech.
Marsden's face grew graver and softer
when he was alone.
"a man can't help his nature, I sup
pose?" he muttered to himself. Il cannot
look on the cant and shibboleths of So
ciety as constraining truths, and l am
certainly a better man than most of my
fellows How l hate unpleasant faces!
The worst of this storm in teacup is, that
Isabel will not do the civil to Nora, and
Nora will worry herself about it. At any
rate I have her PROMISE and l feel l can
trust her"
He rose, drew the writing materials to
him. and quickly traced these words:
"Dear Mrs. Ruthven: May l hope to see
YOU for a few moments, as am obliged
to return to town Immediately. l should
like to see with my own eyes how you are
and shall be most discreet"
To this, verbal answer was returned.
. "Mrs. Ruthven's compliments. She
was sorry she did not feel equal to see
any one, but would write when able
us luncheon ready?" asked Marsden,
when the footman had delivered this mes
sage.
sNot vet, sir. It will not be ready for
quite half an hour"
''Then you must give me something to
eat first and tell them to bring round a
tran. I want to catch the three-thirty up
train at Rockingham. Send my man to
me-"
Lady Darlington was in Mrs. Ruthven's
room. and Lord Darlington had gone down
TO the Home Farm, when Marsden set
forth. So he left without leave-taking,
save from the stately butler and his satel-
lite footman, with whom the easy-going
onen-handed, affable squire was prime
, favorite.
."Tant MEX" said Marsden to himself,
as he gathered up the reins and drove
off sharply. 81 wonder if Mrs. Ruthven
scents the battle from ofar? Her mes
sage sounded warlike."
CHAPTER XIII.
TT was more than an hour before Lady