Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1899-10-26

| Of the past, he thinks; Of course, Frances
| is with her baby-and with her baby she
will stay. She wants to be with her hus-
band, whom she has not seen for so many
days, but little Chester, who is tickle and
| capricious, has taken an aversion to be-
| ing pillowed ON the ample bosom of Mrs.
Brown, his nurse. and so his mother, who
| is his slave, cannot leave him.
Only to think that scrap, an atom,
should have ousted him out Of his place
in her heartI He had really cared for
his wife, but he had also all along cared
dearly for-himself; and, par conse-
quence, his thoughts begin to revert to his
| own beloved self as being neglected, i'll
used Individual
Instead of the quick step, the light
form, the sweet, loving smile he used to
see, he finds woman pale and wan and
spiritless, her brown hair ruffled and un-
| tidy, her brown eyes red with tears, her
dress neglected, her whole aspect, in lieu
of being soigne, the "dowd" that Mrs.
Walsingham cayiled at.
She bends over tiny cot and listens in
terror, lest every sound betokens death in
the child that lies, with closed lids and
Pickering pulse, before her.
If l only knew what to dor walls poor
Lady Ennisford, piteously, the great
drops FLASHING down her pallid cheeks.
'No one tells me the right thing that
ought to be done at once! The Duchess
says one thing; she is, you know, a home
opathfst. My mother writes another just
the opposite, for she is a hydropathist.
The wears wife says if / do either for
baby it will be his death, for she is an
allopathist. | try to forget all and fol-
low DR.. Blendon's instruction strictly; but
oh, George! he is dying!-I know he isl!
what shall I do?"
Lord Ennisford feels a great rush Of
love and pity for the woman, almost a
child herself, as he looks down on her
pleading mouth, her pitiful eyes, and for
a while he is as anxious to preserve the
life of his son and heir as she is.
He does not answer her for a minute;
he is evidently rejecting; then . white
wave surges over his face, and he Says in
a low voice:
81 know!-let us send for-Bella
Grant"
Bella Grant!
Lady Ennis shuts her eyes a moment,
and her heart seems to stop beating, as
her husband utters that name, and she
feels sickening sensation, while a shod-
ow fits over her face, which Lord Ennis
ford notes at once.
She cannot quite explain to herself why
she has such a dread to Bella Grants
coming, such an aversion to Bella herself.
She tries to think of her pleasantly as
Ennisfords cousin. She does her best to
call up all the magnanimous and gener-
Gus feelings in her nature, and to remem-
Der that it is but right that they should
be kind and hospitable to so near rela-
tive.
"Send for Miss Grant, Ennisford," she
cries, suddenly, 'she hates me, feel It'll
but if she does baby good, I shall love
her. Send at oncev
"That's right, my darling. Bella is
wonderfully practical and useful-and, be-
sides, she will take the nursing off your
hands and give you back to me. It is so
long, so long, since / have had my pets
society for five minutes to myself! love
this little chap dearly, but | want his
mother as my very own again.!
And Lord Ennisford stoops and kisses
his wife's trembling lips with fervor, smil-
ing himself a little as he does so. She
shudders involuntarily, not at his kiss
his kiss sends even now a sweet thrill
through her frame-but because, as she
feels it, she sees Bella Grants face with
that dreadful look on it again.
ITO be continued.)