Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1896-05-07
CHAPTER XIV.

az4 CHAPTER XIV.
' , .,onirv, Frank found that the
'lS ., irh Lady Seafeld had given him
6e S ..oct He was indeed believed to
~ His presence in London was
'a1 "non as a strange resurrection.
~ moor position at best to be in a
IS 'n1 snIendid home with nothing but
4 'n of his dead father for COM
IS '' + would have been better, he some
~ ,boucht, if he had died upon the
= # battle.
ss- however, an invitation came
!. !. from the Countess of Seafield, and
3 f. If desperation, tired to death of
81 ,0poronous existence, he accepted.
ii ,sp tbe countess sent that invita- ton
l,pv perfectly we'll what she was
She had arranged this party as a
,,of allowing the cousins to meet.
.r1er will be sure to do so sooner or
= = she said to herself, "and it is bet
81 Aat t.ey should meet at my house
i that of a stranger. | can take care
Il h duke while dear Constance puts
risht with her cousin"
the Duke d Azzeglio was by
gpans as contented as this strange
sIq of circumstances should have
him. He was angry when he believ-
is rival to be dead; he was still more
En- when he found that he was living.
iuchess threw off her mourning, dried
tears and seemed willing to accom-
IN her husband anywhere and every
Ssp, but the duke noticed that even
aa she stood in the most crowded of
] ns with an admirins group about her.
s:Fes were wandering restlessly around
il searching for a face she could not
D He knew for whom she sought, and
Esul grew bitter with jealousy and an
!. and he watched her keenly.
i length came the invitation from
bly, Seaheld. A few days after it had
M accepted the countess called upon
4 friend. She found Constance taking
ain her boudoir.
10 glad you are coming to my little
herring, dear" she said. do you know
Eel very proud that 1 have induced our
ing hero to emerge from his obscurity,
1 show himself to his friends
Whom do you mean?" asked Con-
nee, already feeling a vague fear gath
z about her heart.
Whom should | mean?" returned the
ltesS sayly, ''but our hero of heroes,
handsome cousin? We must not
him to lead the life of a hermit, for
Young Earl of Harrington is a very
'rtant member of society; he doesn't
how many young ladies are waiting
TIE chance of becoming his countess"
e httle lady spoke according to her
hght, wisely. 1t would be quite
Ssary, she thought. for Constance to
som herself to the thought of her
IN $ marriage, and Constance listened
Wild dream, feeling her heart lacerat-
every cruel word. When Lady Sea-
was gone and she found herself alone,
Hasped her hands and, falling upon
nees, cried out in pain:
H. KIND heaven, lead me not into
tation!"
'oaoly she had never in her life look
lovely as upon the evening of the
aon; when she entered the countess
ing room, looking like beautiful
t. There was genuine murmur of
alton. The duke heard it and smil-
lie was proud of his duchess. But
ance was as cold as ice; and her
seemed to have ceased it's beating.
uehly she started, and every drop of
seemed to flow back upon her heart,
eyes, which had been wandering
sSly about the room, became fixed
ner cousins face. Yes, there stood
!, looking like young Adonis in his
II evening dress. His face was very
l broad black ribbon still supported
H. At the first sight of him she
IT, and eagerly gripped her hus-
arm, and then-but was she dream
T was it real? Was this indeed
= her lover, in whose arms she had
0 contentedly while his kisses had
upon her lips Whose image filled
art whose whole being was dearer
han her very life; was this indeed
Is pale young man-who bent over
na and called her duchess" as the
stranger would have done?
It happened after that she did not
,ner senses must have become
u Tor a moment, for when her brain
1 again she was away from all the
1on of the crowd, sitting in the con-
DRY by the open window, her hus-
'y her side. The dukes face was
rim.
You better?" he asked coldly. She
not answer him; at length, unable
quer her emotion, she burst into
lcal tears.
duke fetched her some wine, she
It, and gradually grew more COM
10 return to the crowded room,
er' was impossible, her face bore
iuent traces of tears, so the duke
Ell that she should return home.
ns the drive not word was spok-
when they reached the house Con-
gained her room, locked the door.
rev herself upon a couch, sobbing
heart-broken child. She was an
I'VE woman now, not statue, her
1000 was on fire.
Ill not endure it." she cried pas
ny. They both deceived me-my
Mother first, then he-whom the
calls my husband. I have been
d. betrayed, trapped into a life of
; and he, my darling, thinks, as all
ria thinks, that l did it of my own
III. When he looked at me tonight
sht L should have died at his feet.
see him again-I must tell him the
,nen perhaps my miserable lite Will
tile less hard to hnar.o