Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1898-06-16
THE CONQUERLNG
II II HERO. 81 "
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1t was u pretty scene! The trees had
the abundance of verdant foliage that
belongs to happy June; the grass
seemed more than usually rich and
green and the wild flowers more abund-
ant than ever before-there was rural
bridge over a deep, rushing stream
that fed mill dam some distance be-
You'd; and roses clambered over the
broken rails of the bridge and twined
tas!g wild tsssri!ss ae2ns q. Old tee
near by, against which was rustic
seat. On the rustic seat was another
rosa very sweet and fresh and lovely
rose in white muslin. with Marie An
toinette fichu across her breast and
knotted at the waist, and a wide leg
horn hat on her head that shaded her
eyes SO cleverly that no beholder could
guess that tears were rising there from
time to time and dropping on the white
null kerchief. And this had happened
so often that the rose might very well
be said to be washed in dew. q
Her name was Kate, and she was
very angry with herself because the
tears would fall despite all the indg-
nant things she was saying to herself
in the effort to stop their flow, till at
last she started to her feet in a dread
full pet and began to walk up and down,
crushing the wild flowers under her
feet. But that could not continue. for
she was very sweet little woman and
could not even hurt a flower without
regretting it; and presently she bent
her graceful figure and pulled the wild
anemOnes and the few late violets, and,
having reached the rustic seat, she
added rose or two and sat down.
Its perfectly lovely morning. she
murmured, and pinned the flowers
among the folds Of the null kerchief.
Il wonder where she has taken the
child, because"
She stopped and looked anxiously
about till she saw, in the distance, the
maid and the little boy rambling among
the trees and apparently absorbed in
gathering wild flowers and chasing but
terfies; and the music of the child's
laughter was borne to her ON the soft.
perfumed summer breeze. 1t was a
heavenly sound-a sound to gladden.
any mothers heart; but Kate Selden
sighed and drew from her belt q close
ly-crumpled piece of paper, which she
had thrust there in fierce lmpatience;
and as she looked at it the tears, which
had not retreated very far, again rose
to her eyes.
"Oh, I'm just a dreadful foolH' she
thought, "a silly, silly little simpleton!
And I'm glad he is late, for wouldn't
have him know, for anything in this
world, that l cared enough to cry"
And, smoothing out. the crumpled
paper, she began to read the written
words once more, though she already
knew them by heart:
eff you will see me on Wednesday we
can talk the matter over. have spoken
with my lawyer, and he has consulted
with yours. and a separation can be ar
ranged without any public scandal-ar
least, I hope so. l would call at the
house, but 1 know your mother hates
me worse than ever now, and it would
Only cause a scene. So, II you will
come to the old rustic seat close by the
hridge-you know where we used TO
meet in the old. happy days-ah, Kate,
II you would only let me tell you every
thing you would find that I am not so
very much to blame-but I won't speak
of that. Because, of course. know you
wish to leave me, and l will make no
defense. Yes, you shall keep the boy,
though believe the law would give
him to me if chose to fight for my