Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1896-04-16
CHAPTER TX


.lhued to walk in a desultory limp:ns
lashion toward the Rangers Lodge,
pretty little building set on the borders
~ ~ AVondale lark. He paused before it;
.nen ne felt in his coat pocket. produced
a pencil and drawing book. and began
70 sketch the lodge. AS he had antic;-
pateu' an out-at-elbows artist soon at
tracted attention, the door of the lodge
opened and the ranger appeared.
Inc ranger was an old man. very short
and very wizened, but with a keen eve
and plenty of shrewd sense. Seeing
stranger at his door, he came out to adj
dress him. The stranger puzzled him.
lie wore the dress Of begsar, yet his
occupation was that of a gentleman.
Good morning, my friend" said Few
eral, lightly. II am in want of some in
formation which hope you may be able
and willing TO give me-
Oh, you are, are You? Well, if you
want information, you'd best seek it in the
village. I amt a spy or all informer."
Precisely; I never suspected you of
being either. did, however, suspect you
or being possessed of good manners, since
you have the honor Of being in the service
OF so very charming lady as Lady Con-
stance"
Lady Constance! what may you know
about her?''
very little, I must confess. I have
merely seen her once, when she was walk
ing in the park with friend of mine
the Duke d'Azzeglio."
The old man started, and stared stupid
ly at his companion.
1.-The Spanish duke friend o. thine?'
Certainly" replied Feveral "though
l must confess we have not met for years.
Now tell me, my friend, is the duke @
resident here?"
mo, he be only q visitor
His grace is friend of Lady Con-
stance?"
GAY, something of that Sort" replied
Jacob, with peculiar smile. ''Tbey do
say he be going to marry her."
"Ahr'
The strangers face, hitherto so pleas
ant and smiling, grew suddenly grave.
The sketch of the lodge being finished,
Feveral handed it to the ranger, who was
highly pleased.
IF you will grant me permission to
walk in the park now and again and
make few sketches from nature, shall
be obliged" and, with pleasant Good
nation in the village.
Late that same night Lady Constance
and her grandmother were alone in the
dining room at Avondale Castle.
Constance" said the Ole lady, 'why
are you so stubborn in this matter? The
duke is man of high family, ard Of
could die in peace"
do fo1 IL of I,-Sp ;cI ho
girl; "you are the only one left me now.
What is wealth to me? would it bring
me happiness?'
"If you have any love for your mothers
memory avenge her. Marry the duke, and
take your place in society by his side
The girl shuddered and covered her
face.
''You ask too MUCH" she said. "Ah!
grandmaw she cried suddenly, what is
that? I saw a man. He was standing
near the window, looking at us. I will
search; he must be there still"
She rushed out and looked about her.
She could see no one, and ali was still
as death. Trembling very much, she
re-entered the room closed the window
and drew the curtains.
On reaching her room 6 slight sound
attracted her attention: she turned quick
ly and saw small white packet on the
floor Wondering very much, she lifted
it. 1t was a letter with stone attached
to it, and had evidently been thrown IN at
the window. She opened the letter and
read these words, which had been hur-
riedly scrawled in pencil:
eff you are what you seem, do not
marry the Duke dAzzeglio.
{To be continucd.)