Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1899-11-09
ten. him somehow how dearly she holdA


him.
az don't know how to make you under
stand just how / feel, darling! l do not
expect to have you tell me everything
that is, everything about ordinary mat
tiers, You know! But in anything that
concerns us two, our life, our love, oh.
| don't let there be any reserve, any cons
cealment! 1t makes me so awfully I'M
| happy! / haven't a thought couldn't
have one-that I wouldn't tell you"
| And down goes a sleek, brown head on
his shoulder, SO that a few rebelllOus
tears shall trickle down comfortably on
his coat without his being cognizant Of
them.
But Lord Ennisford is not easily APP
| peased. He has not bad temper, but
| he is selfish to the backbone, and he hates
even his own conscience to prick him and
| make him not quite at ease in this charm
ing, beautiful world.
"A bad beginning Of married life, very
bad,' he says, solemnly, with an air Of
intense martyrdom; this is not the first
| time we have exchanged bitter words and
determinations, Frances. You must really
learn to curb your temper. I had no no.
ton Of its violence. / shall soon be afraid
to think how it will all end"
She stands just where he has pushed
her, very white, good deal Of bewilder-
ment in her eyes, and sense Of supreme
injustice in her breast; and before she
has time to collect herself, he catches up
his hat and reaches the door.
You must take Lady Ennisford away,
| my lord" the doctor says three days
later, with grave eyes and voice. "She
must have change Of air and scene, at
once" And Lord Ennisford listening to
him, feels quite shock; for, in spite Of
all his shortcomings, he is really fond Of
his wife; fonder of her than he has ever
been of any woman in his life.
Don't let her take the child. She can
do it no good at present, and it can do her
great harm. If you want her to live, my
lord, you must take great care Of her;
you don't know how terribly weak she
u.s." DR.. Blendon says, abruptly and
frankly.
II know she is far from strong" Lord
Ennisford says, a tide Of blood rushing to
his heart and leaving his face very pale.
"But you brighten me. What do you
mean?"
''What say! Lady Ennisford is very
delicate; take her away; have your honey
moon once again, and bring her back a
new woman. II you don't, she'll die, my
lordv'
Striding into the house, he looks keenly
at his wife's face as she sits in the light,
neither working nor reading, but gazing
out with lstless eyes and her little hands
folded loosely~en her lap.
1t is surely true what the doctor says,
she'll die; her face is dreadfully white
and wan-her large, brown eyes look
double their normal size from the broad
bistre rings encircling them-her always
slight figure is painful in its fragility.
Bella, her evil genius, is not present,
and in trice he has his arms round his
wife--hiding his face on her hair so that
she may not see the scare on his fea-
lures.
"My darling, old Blendon saw you
must have change at once-and if you
do, that you will come back as strong as
ever. To think that my little girl is so
siekr'
The last simple words are uttered in
such tone of affection, as he draws her
head on his breast, and the words and
action are SO unexpected and so rare
now, alas! that Lady Ennisford does
what she has habit Of doing-she weeps
but in joy.
'"There, Frances, pet, I wouldn't cry
any more" he whispers. "We'll go to
the wilds of Scotland and have our
honeymoon once again, the world-forget-
ting by-the-world-fo sort Of thing
you know, my pet! And shall see the
pretty roses come into these white cheeks,
and bask in the light of the brown eyes
that I fell in love with under the trees
at Clavering. When shall you be ready
to startT'
She thinks Of the boy, and hesitates.
"Must baby" she begins.
''The boy must stay here; Bella will
look after him better than you can. Yon
must not have anything to trouble you~
only me-" he says, positively, and in
spite Of the wrench it is to leave the child,
as he smiles down on her, she feels that
it will be immense happiness to have him
all her own, with no woman to informed
die with her joy.
ITO be continued)