Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1899-09-07
CHAPTER x.

An hour passed
Il will go to the garden gate, mamma;
perhaps 1 shall see him." said Lenore.
Glade took up a black shawl and
wrapped it round her, touching the pref
ty white shoulders as she did so, and
Lenore started.
"Why, Gladie your hands are colder
than ice-cold as DEATH" she said.
Glade shuddered.
do not use that word" she said; 'of
all words in the language dislike it the
most"
Then she did what was most unusual
for her, bent down and kissed IGNORES
face.
'And your lips burn-burn like no:
fire." cried Lenore, again. II am sure
that you are not well.'
81 am well, but fatigued," said Glade,
abruptly. II will write no more letters
for mothers with an only son."
''You are too sensitive, too tender
hearted" said Mrs. Audley.
And then Lenore stepped out into the
dark, sweet night.
Still there was no sound, no sign Of
him; no hurried footsteps broke the spell,
no strong hand pushed aside the green
boughs
Mamma" she said, returning, "soma-
thing has detained Austin; you must not
wait any longer for him; he would not
like to see you up so late"
Lenore went with her mother to her
room; saw that the night lamp, the book,
every little comfort that her mother re-
quired, was there; then she talked to her
awhile and afterwards went down again
to the silent drawing room, where Glade
sat with the white, excited look on her
face. Neither of the beautiful young
girls spoke until the little ormolu clock
struck twelve. Then Lenore glanced at
her companion.
"Gladie," she said, "Austin is very
late"
She seemed to wake up from a deep,
dream-like trance.
eyes, he is late; what then?" she
asked
Il am beginning to grow uneasy, like
mamma" she said.
Silence again. Then suddenly down
the high road came the sound of carriage
wheels, and Lenore seized Gladie's hand
THANK heaven!" she cried. II really
did not know until now how anxious 1
was; he has been detained at the hall,
and has driven home; he would under
stand that mamma and l should fear for
him."
But the carriage passed on without
stopping-pass the entrance gates. No
one was there for the Dover House, that
was evident.
"That is Lady Mostyn's carriage"
cried Glade Il almost know the step
of her two grays See, it has gone on
the road for the CASTER
Then they listened in silence again, and
the next sound that broke the spell was
the deep baying of a hound.
'That is Carlo" said Lenore. did
Austin take Carlo with him?"
Il think not; we will go to the kennel
and see.'
They walked round to the kennel,
where dim light burned the night
| through. There was the magnificent
hound, Carlo wide awake, and baying
| furiously.
! Life is made up of trifes. AS Austin
| Chandos left home that evening he had
debated in his own mind whether he
should take Carlo with him or not; if he
had done so this story would never have
been written.
1.-The dog seems agitated,' said Lenore;
and Glade drew back with shudder.
Il cannot think how you can endure
dogs she said; 1.-The very thought Of
them frightens me to death"
One o'clock. They had gone back to
| the pretty drawing room now, where ev-
! erything had begun to wear CHASTITY as
pect.
1T seems strange" said Lenore, quiet
| ly. "Austin is always so thoughtful and
so considerable. / am quite sure that if
! he found anything wrong at the Hall, or
found he would have to stay late, he
would have sent a servant"
They sat for the whole of that half
hour in total silence; Lenore never forgot
| it; it seemed to her that the moments
| were all hours. Half-past one struck.
She turned to Glade.
I'VE must be careful not to wake NAM
ma" she said.
Walking very quietly, Lenore carrying
| the lamp, shaded in her hands, they went
to the part of the house where the SER
wants slept; they We're some time in
awakening John Bayham, the coachman.
rs it really you, ma'amT he asked,
bewildered.
"It is indeed, john" said Lenore, land
I am in great distress. Get up at once.
| 1 am in distress about your master"
And in q few minutes, quite wide