Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1899-09-21

her head she fastened them, and throw
ing q shawl over her shoulders they
started. $50 gently, G1adie," she said.
81 should not like. any one to see me
stealing, like a thief, into my husbands
room do not like going; / would rath-
er wait until he comes home"
Take care, Lenore; to be forewarned
is to be forearmed; there is nothing to
fear Surely, if all things are straight,
loyal and clear, there can be no reason
why you should not look into your hus-
bands wardrobe Are you frightened,
dear, at what you may find there?''
mo, not at ALL have nothing to fear
we will CO."
Yet the shadows around her seemed to
take form and life as they went through
the silent corridors and entered Sir
CyriPs room.
It was all in darkness; full of such
dark, soft shadows, full of that strange,
mystical silence that seems in some way
to speak of the presence of one beloved.
Glade placed the lamp on the toilet Ia
| BILE.
You unlock the wardrobe, Lenore,"
she said. See, the key hangs there.
would give much to be wrong
You are wrong" said Lenore.
| Then she unlocked the wardrobe, and,
| kneeling down, began to search among
great variety of hats and caps.
| Suddenly low cry came from her lips,
and Glade fastened to her side.
| you have found it." she said.
YES" said Lady Vernon, in a faint,
| low voice, Il have found it,
Then she held up fur cap, just as
| Glade had described it, with dark fur
peak.
Look inside it," said Miss Beaton.
''and see what name is there. feel sure
that I am right; that it is quite an Amer
| lean style of cap
Lady Vernon looked inside it, and read:
''Murdock s. Son, Hatters, Valpa
raiso.'
She laid it down with sudden sinking
at the heart, a sudden faintness; then
rose to the occasion and gazed into the
dark face so keenly watching her.
you are right" she said; sit was
bought at Valparaiso; but that proves
nothing"
1T proves nothing" repeated Glade,
s'but, my dearest Lenore, you speak to
me as though I were bringing something
against Sir Cyril. How mistaken! | am
his friend and yours"
Again the false lips touched the sweet
| face.
1--WE will go back to your room, Lee
nore," said plying voice. Il must say
| had lingering hope l might have been
mistaken; now | have none"
| '.But l am comforted, DEAR" said Lee
more. Il am cheered," and in the faint
light she could not read the ruthless re-
solve on that dark face to tear even that
CLEAN Of comfort away.
you will stay with me an hour or
two,' said Lenore.
81 shall be very glad to stay" said
| Miss Beaton. II could not rest or sleep
| if | went to my own room. Lenore,
there is no use in having even a shadow
| between us. OF course it will be far
| better for us to have this matter well
talked over. You know all your hus-
bands affairs; tell me what you think
brought him to Englandw
II cannot tell you, Glade; | have not
the least idea what it could be-
Had he any love AFFAIR." she persist
! ed; ''if he had, that would account for
it,
81 cannot say-I never heard him
speak Of one,' replied Lady Vernon.
did he ever tell you Of any one who
|
ter pause.
'CNever," replied Lady Vernon 81 have
never heard him mention such thing"
"Then he kept my secret said the girl
| to herself perhaps for that much I
might spare him, but that my revenge is
| so sweet-so unutterably sweet!'
81 can only think it was love affair."
she continued aloud. Nothing but love
could bring a man from Valparaiso to
Barton Leonard, and take him back
again without having exchanged one
word with any creature. Oh, Lenore,
how thankful you should be-you must
be-that he was not in love with your
| Lady Vernon looked startled. She new
er guessed that Glade Beaton had faith
omed the secret so we'll kept; that she
| guessed what had driven Sir Cyril from
home and kept him in exile. How shall
pure and truthful mind cope with a
crooked and subtle one?
| She began to feel physically i'll. 1t
| seemed to her that the coil Of fate was
| Unfolding her.
IF ever you were thankful for any
| thing in your life," said Miss Beaton,
| ''you ought to be thankful for that
II cannot see why" said Lenore
But | can. You are so simple in many
| things! I can see why. Suppose the
world knew that Sir Cyril loved you
| that he was beside himself with a mad
| passion for you; that you rejected him
| and married another; then, after time
| he returns to England, disguised so that
no one knows him, and on the very day
-
"Hush!' cried Lady Vernon; 81 can
| bear no more"
Hear me! It is not 1 who speak, but
the world On the very day when your
husband is shot he is seen in this dis
guise; then he marries you
She stopped abruptly, for Lady Yer
non, with long, low cry, had fallen
senseless at her feet.
To be continued.)