The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1897-09-01

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pain you with unpleasant stories of the
past. Enough that ask whether you
son is worse on account of the character
and i'll deeds and wild extravaganza O
his grandfather" She had gathered
this from the little secret history which
her father had written for her guild
ance, and it was easy to see how the
shot told on Lady Walcote.
"You have your fathers daring, 20.
la, y she said, using the Christian name
for the first time.
There is much of my poor dear IA
iher in me, l know" said Lola, allow
ing her manner TO soften as she came
TO what she meant to be the turning
point of the interview, land, frankly, /
would not have it otherwise. You and
those in England know one side of his
character, l another. | know he was
wild; that he gambled, drank, cared
nothing for religion and committed a
crime which drove him TO exile. In all
that he was what the world calls bad
But truer man, a stancher friend a
kinder father, he could not have been.
In all his troubles, in all his riotous liv-
ing, in all his wildness, he had never q
harsh thought or unkind word for me.
You are right in thinking am not as
your girls here in England. / have lived
at times the wild bohemian life to
which he was driven, and never had a
mother to stand between me and the
rougher side of il. But from the hour
when l left the convent school at Ami
sns-from choice, for often he wanted
me 10 leave him and come to England,
hut he was the only thing that had
loved me and had loved, and | could
not leave him in his old age-from the |
first 10 the last he watched and guarded |
and cared for me with love that all
my life long must make his name
sweet sound in my ears ="
Her voice trembled as she spoke the
last words, and she paused and then re-
sumed, speaking with sudden impetuos-
lty:
do you blame me? Do you say the
daughter was wrong to prefer to stay
by the fathers side at the risk Of her
'uture in England? Well, if You do,
help it, would do it again only
90 cheerfully if could bring him from
lis lonely Swiss grave. am not of the
old, callous natures that love and hate
where expediency points and Judgment
uggests. | love because l love, rashly,
wildly, madly may be, but at least I
o not forget who and what I am or
'hat the honor Of my family demands. "
DO you love my SOM" asked Lady
Valcote suddenly.
AT the question Lola was like enc
loved by an overpowering rush of tenn ..
estuous emotion, which swept over her,
irrylng before it all the checks and .
ars of restraint which she had imposed
pom herself. Her eyes filled with light,
le flushed and then paled instantly.
er fingers were interclasped with /,
renuous force, and her lips were rigid
pressed, while her nostrils dilated
18th the fitful gusts in which her breath ,,
issed and repassed from her heaving :
)som. Then she appeared to fight down :
9r feelings and gradually to recover
If possession. When she spoke, it was q
Ilmly and harshly. !
1t was a magnificent piece of acting, 4
I'd it lulled even the sharp suspicious :
Lady Walcote. .
L will not listen to that question if -
u please, Lady Walcote Young as {
n, my experience has told me that y
We alone cannot give happiness in '
arriage. will not marry your son y
lthout your consent, and on that l
edge you my word"
My dear, believe I have wronged
u, " said the old lady, rising as she y
oke and kissing the girls forehead.
And without saying more she went :, =
me.
When Lola was alone in her own
ON and the door was locked that no q