Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1898-08-18

| INV 'lie ot1eel IL you ulu, ana she looks
every inch as if she'd keep her wordr'
The poor wretch makes some sort of
promise to do as he is advised, and sub
sides again into his old respondent atti-
tude. AS William crosses the threshold
and looks back at him, he thinks he has
seldom seen more pitiable object.
CHAPTER VI
On the fourth day after Mrs Moray left
her husband, she rushes suddenly Into
Mrs. Horizons room, and without preface
or apology for the intrusion, gasps out:
"Ihey have stolen my boy from me-!
They have come by night and stolen away
my boy out of his very bed! Tell me how
l can get him back again, or be revenged
upon them, for mercy's sake, or | shall
go madr'
The woman looks as if she were going
mad, as she PAGES up and down the apart
ment, choking with anger and emotion
her hair hanging down her back, her hat
half off her head, and the rest of her
clothes thrown on anyhow.
Della Moray, how can I or anybody
else understand what you have to say
While you keep trotting up and down the
room in that fashion? Come and sit down
like good child, and tell me all about it,
and then perhaps I-may be able to advise
you on the subject
Il can't sit down. l have not sat down
since l went home last night and found
he was gone. The cruel, heartless
wretches! After all | have suffered.
couldn't they have left me my poor sickly
child? Oh, Mrs. Horton! 1 wish could
die! l wish could fall down on the car
| Def This moment and
and nobody ever again.
That's a sensible sort of wish to have
when you know your boy wants a mother
more than most boys. You're talking in
riddles to me, my dear, and it seems likely
l shall have to unravel them as l best
may. However, 1 know so far that you
made an effort to free yourself from that
man, for as you didn't come here to learn
what news [ had for you from my solicit
! tor, walked round to your place on Fri
day and heard the whole story from your
| landlady."
| The mention of the solicitor arrests De-
, LAS attention.
"Oh, what did he say?" she inquiries,
eagerly. rs there any hope for me? Shall
| l be allowed to live in peace with my
| boy?'
HES over seven years old, and that old
! fool Bond tells me that after that age
| you have no legal claim to him.
mo legal claim to my own child that
l brought into the world! No claim! Il
his mother. No right to supply him
with the necessaries Of life which his
| father won't work to do. Oh Mrs. Hor-
| ton! it cannOt-cannot be truev'
1T is true, Della Moray, and more
! infamous law was never enacted But
| Mr.. Bond was clear enough on the sub
| ject He says no law in the calendar is
more stringent or binding in it's effects
| A married woman has no right to the Gus
tody of her child after it is seven years
old"
"a married woman" Why a married
woman?' cried Della, quickly.
Because, if you were not married to
| that inhuman brute you might take your
child away from him tomorrow, and no
one would dare to say you nay; because,
! if you were not married, you would have
! the sole right to keep, and love, and pro-
tect him, and you might imprison the
father for not contributing to his support.
That's the law of England, Della Moray,
and you may take it and make what you
| like of 1T, for l am sure that no one with
any sense would desire to dispute the pos
session with you. When that old fool
Bond made it plain to me, could have
torn every hair out of his head with the
greatest pleasure"
Meanwhile Della Moray, having sank
into chair, is repeating in stupefed
manner to herself:
Not mine! My Willy not mine"
Mrs. Timson told me that from what
she could gather of the conversation that
took place between that drunken husband
of yours and his brother, the day you left
home she thinks when they took Willy
out with them the evening before, it was
to William Moray's house-and l expect
that is where you will find him now"
AT Brixton:"
"Yes, at Brixton-if that is where the
man lives. What is the address,"
Il don't know. [ have never been there.
The William Morays don't think me good
enough to visit them"
1T is easily found. Just hand me
down that postoffice directory. Here it
is: William Moray, Esq. the Firs, Go
| dalming Park, Westborough road, Brix-
ton, S. E.
"But do you really think I can go
/ theree' asks Della, looking half alarmed
| at the idea.
go there! Of course! What is to pre-
vent you? You're not afraid of the wool
merchants wife? Go there boldly and
demand your child, and if you don't get
him, you will at all events get the chance
of telling your own story"
"But you say my husband has the law
/ on his side"
/ 'sQuite true; but you have a greater
power on your side unless, which strong
| " disbelieve, Mr.. William Moray intends
to charge himself with his brothers fu-