Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1896-04-23

y 1ipatHJ from ner husband, and
ne himself had taught her not to look for
iose. lie took her hand in his and kissed
nei cneek coldly; then he went from the
room.
Wen, ma chere," he said, colby, 81
suppose tonight / must go to the bail
alone!"
one sat at the window and looked out
upon Tue busy street, feeling very much
as she mad done years ago when she had
Sal ae ner N-ldoW in Avondale Castle and
1ooheu OUT upon the park, and found her.
aei1 wondering why people were born into
LIS world, since 1t was SO very dreary.
suddenly, as she sat there listening to the
uull roar OF the street, she seemed TO hear
Volce-the voice OF her friend, Alice
whisper in her ear:
constance, promise me that if you are
ever IN trouble you will summon me IN
stantly to Your side
With cry Constance rose to her feet
and rang the bell.
Oroef my carriage instantly" she said
10 her astonished maid. IL am going
out"
1hat evening while the Duke d'Azzeg-
no was bending low over the hand of the
empress, and making profuse apologies
lor the absence Of his wife, Constance
was standing in a room in the convent
waiting for her friend.
oAe remained there several hours. When
at length she came forth, she was much
changed. Her face was pale and com
posed as that of her friend, and that ter
flole look OF dull despair had in meas
ure passed from her eyes. On arriving
at the hotel she asked for the duke, and
was informed that he had not yet re
turned.
Let me know the moment the duke re-
turns" she said to her maid. When the
clock struck one Constance rose, and
without sending any formal message
went at once to her husbands rooms.
The duke, who was amazed to see her.
was not in the best of tempers.
''You are not in bed?" he said; ''yet il
is late, and after your grief you should
be exhausted
Il have been to the convent this even
ing" she began, when the duke inter.
rupted her
'"To the conventv' he said; $50 you could
go there, but you could not come with me
to the ball?"
NO. replied Constance quietly, ''that
was different. I sought consolation and
found it in the holy place. I returned
several hours ago, but I would not go &c
bed. l wished to wait up for YOU"
''Ah, that was amiable, but quite I'M
necessary. Late hours and weary watch
ing will spoil your good looks, and that
would not please me, because / choose tC
have my duchess surpass all other WON
en- Do Won understands
Constance moved toward the door; there
she paused and looked at her husband
She took a few steps toward him and
breathed his name.
He raised his eyes.
'Still lingering? Yes? You have some
thing to say?''
"Yes," she answered quietly. 81 came
to this room intending to speak seriously
to you. I cannot go until have done So
In the first place, have to ask your par
dom"
''My pardon? For what, pray?'
'For taking your name and neglecting
to fulfill the duties of wife"
pardon me. You do yourself an injus-
tice. Until to-day you have fulfilled those
duties admirably"
And are you satished?'
'Perfectly satisfied I craved for a
peerless wife, for beautiful duchess, .
he returned, land possess one. Take my
advice and preserve your beauty 1T IS
indeed most precious jewel. Good
night!'
The next morning a telegram was re-
ceiyed from Mrs. Meason. The news of
Franks death had evidently alarmed the
old lady, who telegraphed for permission
to join her grandchild at Madrid at this
most trying time.
The ducal residence was a magnificent
place. fit to be the abode of a king; and
not until she entered this palace, half
dazed by the magnihcence Of the recep-
ton accorded to her, did Constance real
ize the enormous wealth of the man she
had married. Here, in one of the CORR
doris she met a gentleman, who at sight
of her removed his hat and bowed low.
Constance stopped and looked at him. She
seemed to have seen him before
''You are staying at the Castle, mon
sieur?" she asked.
II am one of his grace's secretaries. -
replied the man, with another profound
bow.
He made way for her to pass, and Con-
stance walked ON, thinking no more about
him.
Meanwhile Feveral, for it was he.
watched her retreating figure with eyes
full of compassion.
'sPoor ladyv' he said, 81 pity her, but l
cannot spare her. [ warned her. and,
despite my warning, she rushed upon her
DOOM How pale she looks, yet how
beautiful! Ah but remember one who
was just as fair, and who is sleeping in
her grave through h1m-yes, through
him! That thought never leaves me: night
and day it is ever with me, urging me on
to my revenge"
(To be continued.)