Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1897-09-09

beautiful tropical birds, admin ~ the
brilliant plum, age of it's inhabitants, when
letter was brought in to her. The hand
writing was quite new to her. When she
saw that it was a closely written letter,
she looked at the signature-"Beltran Ca
rev."
Her face flushed when she read the
name. She Eut the letter hurriedly into
her pocket. It could not be read before
Lady Lennox, or any one else; she must
read it alone. With her heart beating
fast for joy. and her face burning with a
hot flush, she FASTENED to her own room.
Her fingers trembled as she held the sheet
of note paper. The letter began:
"My Dear Miss Lennox: You are always
SO frankly kind to me that | am unable
to apologize as | should for troubling you
with a letter. | cannot leave England
without thanking you for all the pleasant
hours we have spent together, for all your
kindness to me, and for your patience.
am leaving for Athens tomorrow, and re-
greet that l shall not have the pleasure of
seeing you before l go. I shall hope for
your good wishes on my journey; you
have nine"
So far it was all very sensible. Bel
tran had exhibited more than usual self
control, although he was seldom deficient
in that trying virtue; but the next line
almost spoiled all. 1t said:
"Alas for the poor moth that singes it's
wings By drawing too near the flame! l
hope, when return to England, to find
you as we'll and happy as | leave you.
Pray give a thought sometimes to your
true friend, BELTRAN CAREW."
Beatrix's face grew deadly pale as she
read; her hands trembled, a dark mist
came before her eyes. She sat quite mo-
tionless, like enc who by a sudden thrust
has received a death wound. The min
utes became hours, and she still sat there,
numbed, para'yzed, by the sudden blow.
Then she reused herself. Why should
she feelit so keenly? Why should it make
the world so terribly, so suddenly dark to
her? Beltran Carew had gone away;
there would be void in a very pleasant
circle she should miss most pleasant
companion-that was all. What did the
terrible rain mean that was soaring her
heart and brain as with red-hot irons?
Why had she been sitting there stunned
and silent? Why did she suffer such hor
rible pain?
The dressing bell was ringing She
trembled, and the room seemed to whirl
round her. Then her maid entered with
a message from her mother, and the girl
looked half frightened at the CHASTITY face
of her young mistress.
''You look very i'll, Miss Lennox," she
said, quietly. "Can I get anything for
you?"
'Do look ill?" asked Beatrix. "Why
should I? 1 am quite WELL"
She went to her mirror, still with the
same dazed sense and feeling. She looked
into the glass and almost failed to recog-
nize herself. The face at which she gazed
was CHASTITY white, the lips were pale and
trembling.
Il do look ill.," she said, slowly; ''but 1
am quite well-I have no pain. I will
dress now, Lisette," and the maid did not
venture to make any further remark.
There was nothing wrong with her
only Beltran Carew was gone away, and
Beatrix did not know whether she should
ever see his face again. The world was
all darkened, life was all changed; the
new welEsp1ing of happiness had dried
up, the light was gone from everything.
It was settled at last. Beatrix had for
some time seemed very unwell; she had
grown pale. the lovely tints of the richly
colored face had faded. Her mother had
grown anxious about her. '"The season
Is over now-why not return to Ercel-
deanY' she said; and Peter Lennox,
alarmed On account of his treasured dar-
ling, fastened their departure. Beatrix
was anxious only about one thing, and
that was to leave London without any
scene with the duke. He felt sure now
of his ultimate triumph, and believed that
he was acting wisely in keeping silent.
She was timid and coy; he thought he
would leave her for few months in
peace. He would not even go to Ercel-
dean after her. He would content him
self by sending her some pretty reminder
from time to time, and then, when they
met in London during the following sea-
son, he should find her willing for the
wedding to take place at once.
'Thank heaven, we are at home once
morew cried Beatrix, as she stood with
her mother on the lawn at Erceldean.
How sweet and fresh and fair every
thing is! And oh, mamma, what a de-
lightful refection-no lovers, no never
ending annoyance upon the topic Of love!
If there is one word that tries me more
than another, it is that. I am quite sure
that people make love in London to fill up
their spare time. There is so little real
earnestness, so little real work; men can
not be quite idle, so they make love for
pastime."
Then there came great peaceful calm
Peter Lennox would not have any visit
ors during the first few weeks; he said
Beatrix needed rest, and rest she should
have. a beautiful calm took the place of
all the artificial enjoyments which had
before seemed SO bright.
Thus passed the autumn and winter
She heard nothing of Beltran Carew and
the duke, too, kept his resolution; he
wrote at intervals, but he did not men
ton love or marriage. So the spring came