Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1895-06-13

the park. The meet Is at Crowland Gate,
and we will see the hounds throw off,"
sBy all means, feel as if l wanted to
be in the open air"
Mrs. LiEstrange went away to her
household duties. Nora sauntered into
the drawing room and sat down at the
piano, but she did not begin to play for
some moments. Was it possible that her
quiet, unselfish step-mother had had thrill
ing experiences? She was SO reasonable.
so wise in q simple way, that Nora could
never imagine the Irregularities and re-
Guidance which constitute romance gath
ering round her. How good she had al
ways been! even from her first entrance
into the family. How she had stood be-
tween every one and her husbands nasty
irritation; how much Nora herself owed
to her justice and generosity. What a
good influence she had been, how much
she had endured from her selfish, unsym-
pathetic husband, who looked upon her as
a slave whom he had bought, and who
had no rights, no title to consideration,
whom he had married to be an upper SER
want. What a life of suppression, of care
full conscientious sick-nursing she had
had, without the reward of gratitude or
recognition! From how much she had
saved Nora herself! How strong and
patient she had been.
eff 1 can reward her WILL" thought
Nora. II do hope Bea will be a good,
loving child she is like my father, but
no woman would be as selfish and trou-
blesome as he was! perhaps his bad health
| made him worse. | wish l were buster!
my life is too easy; it leaves me too much
| time to think; must not think"
And she applied herself diligently to a
piece of Chopin's bristling with accident
ais and Grabbed passages, till Bea, with
| a radiant face, came to tell her it was
| time to get ready.
The walk through Evesleigh Woods
and across the park was delightful. 1t
| was a soft autumnal morning, slightly
| leaden in coloring, like one of Wouver-
| mans landscapes, as if nature gently
mourned her departed youth, the pines
| and larches gave out their aromatic odors,
| the ground was thickly strewn with red,
! withered leaves from the beech trees, for
which Evesleigh was famous, and when
| the trio reached Crowland Gate, which
| opened on a wide common, where the
woods ended and an underground OF
| brushwood and furze afforded abundant
| cover, a tolerable field had assembled, but
not many spectators. The rector's daugh-
tiers on horseback, the curate's little chill
dren, with their governess, on foot, the
bankers wife from Oldbridge, in he1
smart carriage, with a couple of visitors
from London.
Every one knew every one else, and
| greetings were exchanged. Winton, who
rode a powerful chestnut, with the tenn
| per that color is usually supposed to en-
tail, managed to keep the fiery creature
still for moment beside Mrs. L'Estrange
every glad to have caught a glimpse
of you. am going off tomorrow to Dew
onshire, an old Indian chum of mine has
asked me to share his hunting quarters
in a splendid country. | hope shall
find you in town next month. You'll lei
me know your movements?"
eyes, certainly. We shall miss yor
very much"
II hope you will, unlikely though il
seems We must do some plays when we
meet. Goodbye, Miss L'Estrange." HI
stretched out his hand to Nora, who haG
taken vantage post on a stile, pressing
his horse with heel and knee to make i
approach, but the animal kicked and re
sisted, glancing round with wild, wicked
| eyes.
Consider yourself shaken hands with,
said Nora, laughing and shrinking. 90
am afraid of your horse"
At that instant the hounds gave tongue
"'They've found; they're away" crieC
every one. Winton's horse, wildly excit
ed, tried to bolt, and strove by every de
vice that could enter into the heart of {
horse to unseat his rider, rearing straigh
up, buck jumping, flashing out with hi
heels, in vain. A hand of iron controlled
him, and the firm grip of the knees wa!
not to be shaken. At last he darted of
in the direction his rider chose like Dol
from a catapult. During the struggle
Mrs L'Estrange covered her eyes, bu
Nora could not remove hers. She turned
deadly white, for at one moment it seemed
as if the horse would have fallen back
then she knew how little all her self-con
troll had done to uproot Mark Wintol
from her head. How splendidly he sat
She had not observed before what fin
figure he had. Would he come back SAT-
after run of such a vicious animal?