Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1896-05-28


ing she had heard from Feyerl! tie whole
story of the dukes death.
While all these terrible events had been
taking place, Constance. utterly ignorans
ii what was going on, had been living
l;etiy with her grandmother.
Life to her was virtually over; she be-
iieved that all happiness for her was end
ed, but she was glad to escape the degra-
dation which would have come upon her
had she been compelled to return and live
with her husband. The only consolation
for all her sorrow was the knowledge that
her cousin lived. Day by day she waited
and watched in feyerish eagerness for
the letters which came to her from her
friend, always bringing her some comfort
and making her miserable life Il little less
hard to bear. When Alice arrived she
rushed to embrace her friend: then she
saw that her face was pale and troubled.
Alice, what is the matter? why have
you Gomez she cried, in alarm
Lord Harrington is almost well" said
Alice, quietly taking her friends hand.
Il have other news for You. Constance
Then she told her as tendery us posi-
Bile the whole of the story. which she had
heard from Feveral. and Constance. lis
tening to her, realized that she was free.
Early the next morning the three ladies
left Avondale Castle for London. BY that
time the news of Constance's wdowhood
had spread. They reached London early
in the day, and drove at once to Park
Lane. One glance at the house, and Con
stance began to realize for the first time
that the news was really true. 1t SEEM
ed to her as if the shadow of death hung
over the place. All the binds were drawn,
and she felt almost suffocated by the feel
ing Of intense stiffness which reigned
everywhere.
The body of the duke had not arrived
from France, but was hourly expected.
Hugo had telegraphed that all must be in
readiness for it's reception.
The story of the dukes death was a
nine days wonder The papers took it up
and discussed it in their columns, the
ladies in their drawing rooms. Various
stories were circulated, and certain Whis-
pers concerning the duchess were set
at1oat but none of these could be substan-
tiated, since the only man who could have
given credence to these reports was dead.
Meanwhile Constance lived on very
quietly in Park Lane. Greatly to Hugo's
amaZement, the only will to be found was
one which made Constance the sole mis-
tress of her husbands immense fortune.
Her first care was to dismiss Hugo, and
half her retinue of servants; then she
caused a number of the rooms to be closed;
and lived quietly with her grandmother
and Miss Greybrook in the few small
rooms which were set apart for them.
Three weeks passed thus. At the end
of that time Constance, yielding to the en-
treaties of her friend, consented to take
u trip abroad. She was in her room one
day, giving orders to her maid when Alice
came to her, and asked to speak to her
alone.
Constance" said Alice, "whonn do you
think I have seen to-day? Some one
who wishes to see YOU
In moment Constance's face flushed;
for she thought of Frank, and Alice not
ing this, continued hurriedly:
''It was Mr.. FeveraI, dear"
'Mr. Feveral!' exclaimed Constance.
''Alice, have you forgotten he killed the
duke?"
HE killed the duke: yes, in fair and
open fight Oh, do not look startled, dear.
l do not wish to condone a murder-but
this was not murder, and there are
some wrongs which only blood can wipe
out He came to me to-day while I was
for him, ne was so changed"
Half an hour later. when Constance
was again in her sitting room, the door
of the room was opened, and Eeveral was
shown in.
Mr.. Feveral! Could this indeed be he
this grave, gray man? Although only
few weeks had passed since she had seen
him, as many years seemed to have been
added to his age; the mask which he had
assumed while in the service of the duke
had been cast aside, and she saw instead
of the plotting spy weary, heart-broken
| man.
Mr.. Feveral," she said, II sent for you
yes; and now that you are here l do not
repent of my action. | could not speak
because / am so sorry to see you like this
you are so changed
He smiled sadly. II have no longer a
part to play" he said; 'my work on earth
is done. All pray for now is death My
one JOY in life has gone from me. and l
have lived to avenge her; that was all I
craved for. to see the man who had killed
my wife and wrecked my happiness dead
at my feet.
"You have suffered SC MUCH" she said;
II am sorry for You"
in both of his, and the next moment was
gone.
Since that day two years have come and
gone; the London season is at its height
again, and the tragic story Of the death of
the Duke d'Azzeglio has passed entirely
from every mind.
The spring has come on with unusual
brightness so thinks Sir John Priestly
as he sits az the window of his study gaz-
ing out upon his garden, where his wife is
busy amongst her flowers.
His wife, none other indeed than oui
old friend, Alice Greybrook, looks up and
beckons to him, and he obediently rises
and goes down.
Il have news" she said, brightly. Con
stance is coming home"
You don't say SOL
ssRut 7 do inst listen"