Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1898-09-29

AFRAID TO lace Tie SOIIOH1ui eyes duQ
downcast visage of his little lost love, lest
his courage should break down and add
another laurel TO the malicious triumph Of
his uncle.
When your mother came here, Angus"
says DIR. de Blois. speaking as solemnly
as though he were alluding to the dead,
''she asked me if she were the obstacle
to your engagement with my daughter,
and | was compelled to answer Yes.
Then l don't think you had any right
to do So interposes the Able Berlin.
DO You mean to assert, mon cousin,
that should have been justified in telling
the poor lady lie upon the subject" de-
mands the doctor with mild surprise.
Il think you might have held your
tongue altogether" grumbles the able. as
he pulls Gabrielle toward him, and strokes
her disheyeled tresses.
If you knew more of women mon
cousin, you would not have suggested
such an impossibilty. Madame Moray
would not permit me to hold my tongue.
She put to me a question: Were she gone
out Of sight. so that her boy would never
hear of nor see her again should he marry
Gabrielle? l could not imagine to what
she was abiding except her death; and to
pacify her [ said Yes
"Then you're bound to keep your OATH"
says the Able Berlin.
Mon cousinl you are very hasty with
me this morning. 1t was just what l was
about to say. OF course / know / am
bound to keep it. As soon as l received
Madame Moray's letter guessed the rea-
son Of her expatriation. She has sacri-
feed her own happiness to obtain that of
her son: and l cannot go back upon my
word to SO good a mother. Angus, mon
fills, l give you Gabrielle! She is your
mothers parting gift to you. Take her
and be happy! In giving her to you, l
give the best thing l have"
He draws the young girl away from the
abbe's embrace as he speaks, and having
kissed her fondly on the forehead, pushes
her gently toward Angus. But the young
man makes no advance to meet her, and
the doctor thinks he could not have un-
derstood his meaning.
DO you not hear me, Angus? Your
noble-hearted mothers sacrifice is not
made in vain. She has devoted the re-
mainder of her life to an expiration Of the
sin she committed by telling falsehood,
and it shall not be without it's reward.
lou SQdll nave OdDI1GllC 1OT your VILE,
and may the happiness of your married
lives exceed that of your parents"
Still Angus does not move nor speak;
and Gabrielle's eyes, which have been
dancing with delight, begin to assume a
perplexed and troubled expression.
At this juncture Mr.. William Moray's
voice makes itself once more heard.
Gone for good is she?" he exclaims.
''Well l don't wish to say anything I'M
pleasant, but 1 really think it's the best
thing she could have done, and I'm will
ing to renew the old offer, and place you
in the position of my son, with a share in
the partnership, on which to maintain
your wife now, and good lump in pros
pect when shall be gathered to my faith
ers. And that's all | have to say upon
the subject"
"a noble offer, MONSIEUR exclaims the
doctor, elated at the prospect Of his
daughters good fortune, as he shakes
hands with the wool merchant, land for
which you must allow me to thank you
in the name of Gabrielle, as we'll as that
| of Angus"
LET us hear what our children have
to say" says the able, dryly.
Speak, Angus! Your good uncle waits
your answer" says DR.. de Blois.
Gabrielle says nothing, but clings the
closer to her father. Her feminine in
stinct warns her of what is coming.
! my answer cries Angus, starting as
from a dream-''it is soon said-it is con-
tanned in one word, No.
NO No. to what?' asks his would-be
father-in-law.
NO. to everything. 1 do not despise
ease nor affluence, and l love Gabrielle de
Blois more dearly than she will ever
know, but prize my mothers love before
everything else in the world, and will do
nothing to make her ashamed Of me-"
Bravo! Bravo!' cried the able, patting
the young man on the back. You are a
son to be proud of. Angus; and your
worth raises your mothers to twice its
value
Mon cher, Angus, honor and respect
you for your noble words" says the Bar
on SAKE, grasping his hand afresh; land
every one of them is true. You do right
to be proud of your mother. [, too, am
proud of her--proud of her friendship
and I wish to say before all these gentle
men that, had she but consented to my
suit, I should have been proud to make
her my wife,
Your wife, baron?''
My wife, Angus! 1 asked her, over
and over again, but she refused! 1 now
know on whose account. Judge, then,
mon cher. what this mysterious disappear
ance is to me-
Let me thank you, baron-not so much
for the offer you made her as for the
generous avowal you have given it here.
The woman who has not been deemed I'M
worthy of the noble position Of the Bar
onne Sake may we'll afford to laugh at the
sneers of William Moray
(To be continued)
Didn't Recognize Gould.