Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1896-01-16


still remained to be coniecturad She 10.
iielnDered stories she had read of fathers
VINO mad sacrificed their own sons TO q
sense OF justice, and wives who had given
W tnelf husbands, forgetting their love
Ior tne sinner in their loathing for the
slns lhat mad been committed; but she
was 10 heroine, and she felt relieved that
notnlng more could be required of her,
having zone her utmost and failed. The
mystery OF Jacob Lynn's death might re-
main mystery to all time.
For several days after this she re-
NAMED inactive. Too troubled to dare
10 give herself leisure to think, she spent
most OF her time IN reading; and by a
curious coincidence, in one of the books
with which she had chosen to distract
her thoughts was an account of a woman
tracing out the details of a crime and
eventually discovering the murderer. By
means of a disguise she had entered
house that was otherwise effectuaily
closed against her, and so possessed her
SELF OF the necessary proofs. Armed with
THESE. the rest had been easy; no further
OBSTACLES prevented her from gratifying
the revenge which had urged her on.
Jane let the book fall into her lap. 1t
hoated vaguely across her mind that, if
SO much had been already done by wo-
man, surely she might have done more.
1t was from no ignoble motive she wished
to bring the murderer to justice, but from
feeling of duty stronger than her in
clination. 1t was while undecided, still
doubtful of her own powers, and whether
it would be right to use them so, that
Major Larron called.
He came ostensibly to bring her num-
Der of the regimental paper The til
Hussars had always formerly had pub
llcation of the sort, but latterly from
various causes it had fallen into disuse,
and its revival was only resolved upon
month before. This was the first num-
Der.
a boy was just coming out of the
printing-room with bundle of them as
L passed; l thought you would like to
see one," he explained, in excuse for his
somewhat early visit.
You are always very kind in thinking
OF me- she answered, soberly.
More because | cannot help myself
than from any encouragement I receive"
James short upper lip, usually so mo-
bile and TREMENDOUSLY sweet, settled itself
into an expression of obstinate determi-
nation. His friendship, always patent,
yet never demonstratively so, she valued
highly; but she had no intention of drift
ing into any closer relations. To avoid
meeting his gaze she began cutting the
leaves of the paper he had given into her
hands.
Don't misunderstood me-" he went on,
with grave impressiveness in harmony
with his dark, earnest eyes. Il don't re-
quire encouragement or thanks. l only
want you to trust in me-, and believe that
in no other position could l be happier or
prouder than I am now-as your slave"
Il thought the days of slavery We're
over"-trying to smile.
Compulsory slavery, no doubt; but it
is of my own free will would render the
labor of my hands and brain; and 1
would not be emancipated if l could"
She did not reply. Looking up eau
tiously to see the effect If his words, he
saw that she was frowning more as
though vexed than confused by what he
had said. He had spoken deliberately,
and not from impulse as it had appeared,
thinking that it was time to press his
suit upon her attention.
Everything comes to him who waits;
but it was possible to wait too long, too
patiently. Patience might be mistaken
for weakness of purpose or want of spirit,
faults not easily forgiven by woman.
So he had thought; but discovering his
mistake, he fastened to rcctify it. No
woman wooed in such a humor as that
James restless frown portended was ever
won. even though so skilled diplomatist
as himself should be the wooer.
II am boring you; | can see it, he
said, laughing pleasantly. ''Men in love
are always prone to discuss their own
feelings to the exclusion of other sub
iects of liyelier interest; but | won't
transgress again, | promise. Have you
heard that Miss Knollys has again re-
fused to be Mrs. Grey?"
SIS that the last piece of station Cos
sip ?"-laughing, too.
1.-THE very last. He is his own betrayer
this time. l fancy even his persistence
is becoming exhausted; he was almost
rude in his abruptness to the Colonel at
mess last night"
"Why?"
"He has taken it into his head that it
is his rivalry he has to fear; and'-slow-
ly-..I am not sure but that he is right.
No woman. unless she had some more
favored lover, could be Indifferent to such
untirine devotion. What do you think,
Miss Knox,"
81 have not sufficiently considered the
subject for my opinion to be of any value,
7 am afraid she answered, coldly.
A minute later the Indifference she had
assumed vanished from her face, and an
expression of horror and contempt TOOK
it's place as her eyes fell upon something
on the paper in her lap.
"Oh, how could he-how could he!' she
cried yehemently, and rising hastily, as
though to put away a frightful thought,
she went over to the window st the
further end of the room.
The paper had fiuttered to the ground
diatelv. let his glance travel swiftly over
the exposed page. Only one item of any
nossihIe interest was among the mass of
ree;mental matter; and even that at first
sight seemed incapable of having caused
such evident agitation
Colonel Prinsep, with ms usuai seheI-
s;+r md thoughtful perception Of feel
mo now general that some monument
sho,ld no erected to the memory OF