Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1899-05-22

expressions always pOetical and full Of
| grace. No one meeting her then could
have told That she had spent her life
in the rural shades of ashleigh.
New beauty came to her with this
development of mind; new, spiritual,
poetical loneliness; and Lord Chandos,
looking at his peerless young wife,
| felt always quite confident mat when
his mother saw her all would be we'll
she would be proud Of her.
While Leone seemed to nave gone
straight to heaven, she could not real
ize that this was the same life she re-
| belled against with such fierce rebel
| lion. Now the days were not long
enough to hold in them all re happi-
ness that fell % her cGlare. The birds
woke her with their singing; the sun
with its shining; another beautiful day
| had daWned for her-a day that was
full Of beauty and love. They passed
! like dream.
She took breakfast always with her
husband; perhaps the happiest hour of
the day was that. The windows of
the pretty breakfast-room looked over
a wilderness Of flowers; the windows
were always open. The soft, sweet
summer air coming in, parting the long
white curtains, bringing with it the
breath of roses and the odor of a hun
dred flowers.
She looked as fresh and fair as the
morning itself. Lord Chandos won
dered more and more at her radiant
loneliness. Her soul was awake now.
and looked out of her dark eyes into
the world she found so beautiful.
Then Lord Chandos went up to town
for few hours, while Leone took ter
different lessons and studied. They
met again at lunch, and they spent the
afternoon Out-Or-doors. An ideal life
an idyl in itself. Leone, while she
lived, retained a vivid remembrance
of those afternoons, of the shade of
of the deep woods, Of the ripple of the
river through the green banks, of the
valleys where flowers and ferns grew,
of the long alleys where the pleasant
shade made perfect paradise. She
remembered them-the golden glow,
manned with her until she died. All
the most pleasant times of our lives
are dreams.
Then they dined together; and in re
evening Lord Chandos took his beau
tiful young wife to the opera or the
play, to concert OF lecture.
AS soon as [ am Of age" he would
IIoo1 toll
nent; there is no education we get
like that we get my travelling one year
on the continent; and you will be at
home on every subject, Leone he
would say; and Leone 1onged for the
time to come.
when I am Of age was his uni
versal cry.
When Leone expressed any anxiety
or sorrow over his separation from
his parents, he would laugh and an
sWer:
Never mind, my darling; it will be
all right when I am of age Never
mind, darling, you will have my moth
er asking for the pleasure Of knowing |
you then-the tables will be turned;
let the great world once see you, and
you will be worshiped for your beauty, |
your grace and your talent"
She looked wistfully at him.
do they love beauty so much in
your world, Lance? she asked.
Yes, as a rule, beautiful face has
a wonderful influence. [ have known
women without a 1.-THE Of your beauty,
Leone, rise from quite third-rate So
ciety to find place among the most
exclusive and nOblest people in the
land. Your face would win for you,
darling, an entrance anywhere"
"The only thing I want my face to
do,' she said, sis to please your moth
err
"And that, when she sees it, it is
quite sure to do replied the lover
husband
Lance said Lady Chandos, what
shall we do if your parents will neither
forgive us nor see us?''
1T will be very uncomfortable" said
Lord Chandos, ''but we shall have to
bear it. 1t will not much matter so
far as worldly matters are concerned;
when [ am Of age l shall have sepa-
rate and very handsome fortune of my
own. My mother will soon want to
know you when you become the fash
ion-as you will, Leone"
So she dismissed the future from
her mind. She would not think of it.
She had blind reliance, blind confidence
in her husband; he seemed so care
lessly happy and Indifferent she could
not think there was anything vitality
wrong. She was SO unutterably hap
Ply, so wonderfully, thoroughly happy |
Her life was a poem, the sweetest love-
story ever written or sung.
why am l so happy?" she would
ask herself at times; "why has Heaven
given me so much? all I ever asked
for-love and happiness?"
She did not know how to be grateful
enough