Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1898-09-15
CHAPTER XIII.

which is also his surgery, compromising
come mixture for the benefit Of his pa
tients, and thinking deeply the while.
More than once he has spoilt the mix
ture he is brewing by adding wrong
quantities to it. and had to throw the
whole mess away. His brows are con-
kracted, and every now and then he pushes
his glasses up to his forehead and rubs
his eyes in a puzzled and perplexed man
aer as though he would make his mental
sight clearer.
He is engaged in this way when Ca
hrielle pushes the door open, and. hndlng
her father alone. walks boldly into the
surgery.
You there my bird:" says the doctor,
peering at her above his spectacles; why
are you not off to your convent! 1t IS
past nine
Eyes, papa: know, but | waited to see
you; | thought you might be coming up
stairs again. papa; wanted to ask you
something very NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS.
about Angus
Gabrielle. did Angus Moray accom-
pany you home from the convent yes
terday?"
He did, papa!'
''Wpll, you must discontinue the prac-
tice. You must not walk with Angus
any more from to-day. DO you under
stand me-
''Yes, papa. only-if-if-"
'If what? | cannot have my daughter
talked about because she walks out with
a young man who is no relation to her.
''Felicite Duprez walks out with Ernest
Haure whenever she feels Inclined says
Gabrielle, in low voice.
''They are fiancees. That makes all the
difference
But if-if-' falters poor Gabrielle
again, ''f | were fancee to Angus,
papa-
Gabrielle" says DR.. de Blois, walking
mp to the girl and looking her straight in
the eyes. You will never be tiancee to
Angus Moray! You must understand that
plainly. | have let you see Il great deal
of one another because you have played
together from childhood, but now that
you are growing up it must be altered. L
will not have your name linked with his.
I have other views in the future for you.
Very good. papar' says the poor child,
sorrowfully. as she turns away and com
mences her walk to the convent.
Meanwhile Angus is walking with
faunty. not to say confident air, in the di
EptllOn OF the uOctOE > uWclIuS.
DR.. de Blois is still in his consulting
room as Angus taps lightly at the half
opened door with his cane, and then,
without further preamble, steps into the
room The young man, as he stands
there with his handsome features flush
ed by excitement, in a light gray suit
almost bridal in his dandyism-and
rose in his buttonhole, makes so pleas
Nj bot tho H0otnr fOrrntS for
a moment what he has to say to him, and
recalls it with bitter sigh.
May | come in, doctor? You are alone,
I see"
"Certainly. Angus! You are early this
morning, my boy-anything unusual gong
sn ut the otficeT'
mo. everything concerned with it goes
as smoothly as possible, thanks to the
character the good able was pleased to
give me. You have heard, have you not,
chat | have been selected to lay the new
ZINE of railway between this and the Wal
Ion? 1t is an excellent appointment and
will bring me in nearly double pay during
the period it will occupy. DR.. de Blois."
impetuously continues Angus, "do not
thiuk me prcsumptuous; but will you,
who have in your hands the choice of Ga
briclle's husband. choose me to fill that po-
gition? She is not too young to love me
for she has told me SO.
The doctor tries to affect surprise at
ths appeal. but signally fails TO do so.
He is no actor so he only knits his browS
fercely together and says:
You have mentioned the subject, then,
DO my daughter.
Forgive me. | could not help it,
Angus" says the doctor slowly, Il
cannot give you my daughter.
You will not give me Gabrielle" cries
Angus Moray, in real distress.
Il cannot. There are reasons, many
and grave. which render such a marriage
impoSsihle."
HAS it anything to do with my in
come"
Nothing whatever, l never coveted
siches for my child
lis it my character. them
NO. Angus. No one has word to say
sgainst that in Bruges. or elsewhere"
What is the mystery. then? l am
ycuug, active and healthy, and love her
IKE my life.
Poor boy. poor children says the
doctor. wiping away something very like
a tear. Il feel for you both deeply. But
I will never give you Gabrielle | will
shut her up in convent first"
LAT least you might tell me on what
sore l am condemned.
ASK your mother.
"DeeS she know:
'She ought to. If not. she cannot fail
20 guess. Angus, my dear boy. do not
At&me me too much for this. | am shock
ed, grieved and upset by it all. If. with
clear conscience toward myself, and
~thers, l could give you my daughter. l
would do so gladly. There is no one l
wonld sooner embrace as a son than your
self. But | owe Il duty to my family
sad to the sainted dead, which,
Enough. Or. de Blois,' says the young
REM. Strengthening himself TO his full
height. Il understand your insinuation.
though l have no notion of the cause of
It, j and my mother have been consid-
egsd good enough for you to associate
with and make use of when it suited
ycar convenience to do so: but when 1t
SCENES to Il question of uniting the fami-