Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1899-10-12
CHARLOTTE n. BRAEnE:
CHAPTER Xxx -(Continued.)

CHAPTER Xxx -(Continued)
Mamma Is here" said Sir Cyril
coming, perhaps, to meet us now. Can
Roy guess what papa has brought him
homer
In his glee at guessing all the different
treasures on which he had at different
times fixed his heart, Roy for few min
utes quite forgot his mother; but when
he found out what the toy was, his faith
full little heart went back again to her,
and he repeated the question:
where is mamma?'
Then Sir Cyril looked at Miss Beaten.
"Gladie," he said, what does this
mean? Why does the child ask SO many
questions? Lenore is at home, Is she
not p
Now was her moment Of triumph-now
the hour when she could repay all that he
had made her suffer.
"Audley," she said in gentle tones, to
the boy, run on, my dear, and gather
some pretty leaves for papa"
The child obeyed her with troubled
face; the one great puzzle Of his exist
-ence was his mother. Then the two
walked on together, side by side.
81 hate suspense and dislike mystery"
said Sir Cyril; "but I cannot help think
ing that in all this there is something
which do not understand. Lenore Is at
home, Of course?"
That is what I want to speak to you
about" said Glade; land I fear that
what I have to say win give you pain"
''Then tell me quickly; 1 cannot bear
suspense" he cried.
But she would not have spared him
one of those moments Of torture had each
been paid for in gold.
"Did you not receive letter from Lee
snoreY' she asked. 81 know that she
wrote to you You should have had the
letter last night"
II received none," he replied.
''That is strange. I really do not like
to say anything. I would so much rather
you asked questions Of some one else"
He looked fxedly at her.
II am a brave man." he said; "but,
woman-like, under the guise Of pity, you
torture me-"
The words were sweet to her, so sweet
that she turned away lest he should see
the satisfaction that she could not keep
from her face. He had his hand on her
arm.
81 beg your pardon if spoke hastily"
he said. 81 cannot be cool where Lee
suOIe - COuCtIAcu, size Is Ill Tie WOFlU-
all my life; and to be left in suspense
concerning her is torture to me-"
Il am not afraid Of hasty words" said
Glade; 'they never hurt me-"
81 have reason for thinking that Lee
more has been put about over some silly
rumor that has reached her, and I am
anxious to see her to explain to her. /
wish she had come to meet me-"
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emphasis; "but Lenore will never come
to meet you again. She is gone"
''Gonev' he cried. Then he staggered
as from terrible blow. "GoneLwhere?
You are jesting, Gladie-never play with
a mans heart. Lenore lives in mine"
How sweet, how unutterably sweet it
was to her, this delicious vengeance!
How she drained the cup, how she watch
ed his color change, his strong frame
tremble, his lips quiver-how she gloried
over every sign of pain.
'Gone!" he repeated. "Where, Glade,
and why
''Hhat l cannot tell you," she said. 81
do not know. l am not in her confidence;
she only told me that she was going, and
not why"
Il do not understand at ALL Where is
she gone? Why?"
Il cannot answer either question" she
replied.
For heavens sake speak to me, Gla-
die; l shall go mad if you will not an
swer me-"
II know nothing except this, that Lee
more has seemed to be violently agitated
and very unhappy Something has been
going on that she has kept a secret from
every one Yesterday morning she came
quite early into my room and told me
that she was going away; she gave me
no explanation, the only thing she did
was to make me give my solemn prom
Use that nothing in the wide world should
ever tempt me to leave little Audley. 1
swore it to her, and | mean to keep my
OATH
but where did she goY' he inquired,
overwhelmed with amazement.
Il have no idea. I tried to dissuade
her, but she would not listen to me:
told her about you, she would not listen.
She said that she had written to you and
that you would understand"
II do not understand in the least" he
cried
1T may be that the letter which was
TO follow will tell you more
He caught at that hope as the drown
ing man catches at a straw
You are right he said; 'sthe letter
will explain all. And, Glade, no one
must know: she is sure to come back.
dear-sure to come back. We must keen
up the fiction. How foolish I was, OF
course the letter will tell me all.''
CHAPTER XXI.
Sir Cyril walked on so hurriedly to the
house that he forgot the child; his whole
mind was in chaos of doubt, fear and
agitation. Lenore had always seemed to
him the very perfection of noble woman
hood; as for imagining that she had left
him because she did not love him, or that
she had left him because she had loved