Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1898-09-01

| innovations har. been permitted TO super
| sede the ancient customs.
| Such place is Hruges; city beloved OF
| devotees, refugees, and 1mpecunlous Ing
| lishmen.
| 1t appears like sacrilege to make those
reverend archways ring with laughter,
| or the ancient stones clatter beneath run
| ming feet. But Gabrielle de Blols, even,
| great, tall girl of seventeen though she
| is, returning from her daily mule lesson
| at the convent school, has no scruples on
| the matter. She is pretty, gypsy-look-
| ing creature, with dark hair hanging down
| her back in tangled curls, and bright eyes
| full of mirth and mischief, and a coarse
| straw hat pulled over her face. she
| looked as demure as nun just now When
| she met the Reverend Able Berth and
answered some questions he put to her
respecting her father; but, as she turned
| the corner and passed under the dark
archway that will conduct her to the sun
ny, open Place, she caught sight of a we'll
| known figure advancing as though to meet
| her, and all her love of fun rushes to the
| surface.
She darts like a swallow behind the
| opened gateway, and waits in silent am
bush the approach of the newcomer. In
her hand she holds branch Of blossom
| ing lime which she pulled careles.sly from
q tree on her way from school, The per-
| son she waits for advances unsusp actlng-
| ly, believing her still to be some quarter of
a mile ahead of him. He is young man
of one or two and twenty; slight, tall and
graceful in appearance, with delicate fea-
lures, blue eyes, and fair, reddish hair.
He does not hear the half-suppressed
giggle with which his proximity to the
gateway is saluted, but he does feel a
long branch of blossoming lime tickle his
neck as he passes through it, and in an
other moment he has detected the hidden
culprit. The warm flush that beauties
| his features as he does so, is sufficient to
! denote the interest he feels in her, while
the burst of glad laughter with which she
greets him proves that he is no unwelcome
companion.
"Gabrielle," he says in French, re-
proachfully, ''why did you not wait at the
convent until l called for you?"
! Because, Angus" she answers in the
| same language, 1.-The fact of your calling
for me so constantly has been observed,
and papa would not like me to be talked
| about
Both speak fuently, but there is just
sufficient difference in their accent to
show that Angus has acquired the Ian
| guage by education, and Gabrielle uses it
as her native tongue.
What nonsense! when we have known
each other from little children. One
| would think you were about to become a
| nun yourself"
| nd ,ho T hn
de6antly.
you look very like nun in that CO.'S
tune, must say. Much more like a wild
Arab of the desert!'
"Now. Angus, that is very unkind Of
you, as we'll as impolite, when you know
my poor papa cannot afford to dress me
any better"
ooh, Gabrielle! as if you did not look
beautiful to me in any guise. Only when
you talk of becoming a nun, it is too alb
surd.'
"Why should it be absurd? Both my
aunts are religieuses, and have no moth
| err to take charge of me, should my poor
papa die!'
''There is no chance of your father dy-
ing; but if there were, you should have
some one better than a mother to look
after yOu-a husband"
'You must not speak to me in that fash
ion, Angus. Papa would not approve Of
| itv'
81 must speak, Gabrielle. The time has
come for speaking. l only wait your per-
| mission to breach the subject to your
father. But though l know that, accord
ing to the custom of your country, L
should do that first, l am too English in
feeling to pluck up courage for it, until
l am sure that his consent will be backed
by your own. Tell me, Gabrielle, if your
father says yes will you have me for
| husband"
"Can you doubt it, Angus?" says the
girl softly.
eff went to your father and told him l
desired to make you my wife he might
give me his consent-do you think he
would give me his consent, Gabrielle?'
II do not know. / am not sure" re-
plies the girl, blushing violently; "but
papa loves you, Angus. He has often
| told me how much he should like to have
had son just like yourself"
The young man is about to make some
reply to her words, when the attention of
| both is diverted toward the driver of
facre, who is waving his arms and halloo-
ing in their direction.
what can the man want?' exclaims
| Angus, as he turns and sees him.
| (To be continued.)
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| Not Bit Worried.
| Ha1. Eofhor-TValJ if Won ara dator