Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1895-04-04
horrid unnatural for child to be 50 tah.

horrid unnatural for child to be so tax
en- up with her step-mother
However, Colonel L'Estrange having
been ordered to some German bath for
cure of rheumatism, brought on by stand
ing knee-deep in the river, fishing. re-
moved his family, now increased by an
other daughter, beyond the reach of Old
bridge gossip, and, for reasons best known
to himself, let Brookdale for several
years.
He was already half forgotten when
the local papers announced his death at
| Dresden.
Ills widow continued to reside abroad
till the term for which Brookdale had been
let expired, and had only returned, with
her own and her step-daughter in the
preceding spring.
The ladies of Brookdale had finished
their midday meal, which was luncheon to
their neighbors and dinner to themselves.
teaching depressed looking Dachshund.
Little Beatrice, Morals half-sister, was
with Out-turned toes to beg, when q neat
parlor maid opened the door and said:
IF you please, ma'am, Mr.. Winton is
IN the drawing ROOM"
Mrs L'Estrange rose from her seat as
IL W JUN llllll, Out NORA Crleu.
1--WE had better ask him in here. He
has been shooting, I suppose, and you
may be sure he is hungry"
II will go and fetch him!' exclaimed
Bea, jumping up and letting the biscuit
with which she had been bribing the
Dachs fall on the carpet as she rushed
away. She was delicate little creature
of seven or eight, with big, dark eyes,
and fair hair, an idle, clever, willful mon
key, with whom her mother strove in
vain to be strict, and who imposed a
good deal on her step-sister.
''Bea is quite excited" said Miss LES.
TRANCE, laughing, and before the mother
could reply the child returned, leading by
the hand tall, large-framed man Of per-
haps six and thirty or MORE tanned by ex-
posture to the sun and wind deeper red
brown than was becoming, with thick,
short sandy hair, and light, gray, stern
eyes. He wore a shooting jacket and
knickerbockers.
II feel l am an intruder" he said, shak-
ing hands with Mrs. L'Estrange and then
with Nora. Il did not intend to be so
early. [ heard you were in town this
morning, and calculated on clearing your
luncheon hour, but the birds are very
wild, or | was less keen than usual, and
got over the ground quicker"
1--WE will forgive you," returned Mrs.
LEstrange, with friendly smile, land
dare say, if you have not already lunched,
you begin to feel the need of something to
eat"
Thanks, no, had some sandwiches an
hour ago.
''Still, a biscuit and glass of sherry"
suggested Nora, insinuatingly.
''Are not to be despised," replied Win
ton, drawing a chair to the table, while
one fair hostess poured out his wine and
another brought the biscuit tin.
MAY have some of the pretty brown
feathers from those birds you left in the
hall, for my dolls hat?" asked Bea.
II dare say your mamma will give them
to you; brought the birds for her. Were
you in Oldbridge, too, Miss L'Estrange 2"
he continued, looking up quickly, as she
offered him the biscuits.
"No, | have spent an idle, improbable
morning, dreaming over the letters / was
pretending to write"
Dreaming! thought you were far too
practical to dream. What were you dream
ing about?''
1.-THE coming ball; the glories of Mrs.
Ruthven and her jewels
''Who is going to give ball?" in sur
prised tone.
Clifford Marsden."
''Why, he is, God knows where!'
Gle is at Evesleigh. Come into the
drawing room. and I will tell you all
about it,"
Here Miss Bea was carried off by her
German governess, not without loud re-
monstrances and reproaches addressed to
Winton, who was always on the side of
authority.