Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1897-07-29
CHAPTER Nv.

the bees were humming over the purple
heather aud the golden gorse; the lovely
water lilies glistened white in the sun; all
stihe ambient air was filed with perfume,
the first soft freshness of morning smiled
over the land. A little boat was fastened
ito the trunk of tree that grew close to
the waters edge.
In the fra grant silence of the summer
morning there came faint sound of mel
ody It was wOman's voice, clear, full
of music, with an undertone of passion,
as though an imprisoned soul found it's
vent in song. From the dark glade be-
tween The hills the voice came sweet and
'thriIling.
The singer emerged from the darkness
of the mountain gorge into the full light
of the sun She looked like the queen of
mountain and lake. 1t was "Prince Char
Hie's" daughter-the child who had been
named after the Beatrix Lennox who had
won a kings heart-BeatriX I.ennox, a
child no longer, but girl in the full SUI
,perb promise of magnificent womanhood-
a girl of rare and dazzling loneliness.
The girl walked to the boat, and, I'M
fastening it, jumped into it, then taking
the souls in her hands, she rowed rapidly
across the blue waters of the loch. She
rowed swiftly across the lake, watching
the light, feathered spray as it fell from
the SOULS; then, when the other side of
the locn was gained, She secured the boat,
took rom it volume that SHE had
brought with her and sat down ON the
slope of the heathery hill
Finally she threw aside her book; with
the sun shining on the waters Of the lake,
on the broad stretch of purple heather,
on the golden gorse, ON the distant hills,
how could she read? "Prince Charles"
daughter had 4 poets soul. Keenly alive
ito all beauty, loving it with passionate
love, she inherited the bright, quick fam
cy, the brilliant, vivid, poetic magma
tion of her dead father. She looked around
her, and then with a sigh of perfect con-
tent sank back upon the hea Their.
my mother talks of drawing rooms and
tboudors; l aln sure that no room made by
man could be one-half so beautiful as this
spot made by heaven. Who would eX-
change the purple heather for a carpet,
or this grand chain of hills for the walls
of room that shuts out the biue sky and
THE fresh air? Sometimes l wish that
!these hills would close up together, so
that we could never cross them, nor leave
their midst
She turned her face to where the long
Then the sound of bell tinkling across
the lake aroused her. She sprang up with
a smile from the heather.
The bell rang again. Beatrix sculled
herself across the lake, secured the boat,
and FASTENED quickly through the dark
il-gorge. Before her lay the Grange.
;,rbt Of 1,o,
ed to warm the girls heart as she looked
The leaves of the scarlet creeper fell on
her in Il shower as She passed through the
ruined gateway. In the courtyard lay a
broken sundial, and a fountain, long dry,
stood IN the center The ruin and desc
lation did not affect her; she murmured
some words as she passed by the broken
sundial, and turned to look at it, ard
then a low voice called "Beatrix."
A warm fuSh--evidently one of plea
sure-came over the girls face.
Eyes, mamma" she replied; burt in the
tone could be easily detected love, respect,
obedience, devotion, sympathy. She pass
cd quickly through the dark entrance hall
and entered the only habitabie room ON
that side of the house.
There sat Lady Lennox, who looked up
ais she entered.
81 grew lonely without you, Beatrix
1t is not dinner time yet, but rang the
bell The whole house seems to grow so
dark while YOU are away"
81 wish you would come out with me,
mamma; you would forget all about your
sorrows before you had been ONE hour
amongst the heather. Troubles fade in
the light of the SUM-"
.s1,,, Jr> -
rocks" sighed Lady Lennox; land my
SORROWS are SO durable that they might
have been carved in granite, Beatrix.
wish, my darling, that I could be a
brighter companion for YOU"
The girl hooked up with bright, flashing
eyes.
"Wnen have you heard me complain,
amamna?" she asked. 81 am happy
enough
1T is such dreary life for you," the
mother said, locking at the magnificent
face and figure
II never wish to leave here" was the
reply. 1T seems to me, mamma, that l
have sound the true philosophers stone.
/ am content.
Lady Lennox sighed as she looked
round her and thought of the recherche
repasts, the grand banquets, the costly
wines and >rare fruits that she had been
accustomed to. She was growing tired
of salmon and wild duck. But Beatrix
made no demur; the simple homely meal,
cooked in homely fashion, was banquet
to her. She waited upon her mother, de-
voting herself to her and cheering her
with her chatter. Lady Lennox forgot
her troubles, and said to herself that after
all in the love of her beautiful daughter
she was happier than most people.
CHAPTER V.
A newspaper at the Grange was nov
city, rarity, treasure of great worth.
Lady LennoX never purchased one: but