Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1899-05-25

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in the rural shades Of ashleigh.
New beauty came to her with this
development of mind; new, spiritual,
poetical loveliness; 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 have gone
straight to heaven she could not real
lie that this was the same life she re-
belled against with aued fierce rebel
lion. Now the Gays were not long
enough to hold In them all l..e happl-
ness that fell TO her share. The birds
woke her with their singing; the sun
with It's shining; another beautiful day
had daWned for ncr-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
wilderness Of flowers; the windows
were always open. TIE soft, sweet
summer air coming in, parting the long
white curtains, bringing with 1t the
breath Of roses and the odor of a hun.
drcd flowers.
Size looked as fresh and fair as the
morning itself. Lord Chandos Won
dercd more and more at her radiant
lovelness. 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 n few hours, while Leone took her
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 Tie 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 a perfect paradise. She
remembered thcm-the golden glow,
ttle fragrance, the music OF them, re
manned with her until she died. All
the most pleasant times of our lives
are dreams.
Then they dined together; and in ,..e
evening Lord Chandos took his beau
tful young Wife to The opera or the
play, to concert or lecture.
AS soon ns am of age" he would
say, II shall take you on the CONT
! 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 longed for the
time to come.
when | 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 | am of age. Never
mind, darling, you win have my moth
or 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 Il rule u beautiful face Gas
II wonderful influence. have known
women without u 1.-THE of your beauty,
Leone, rise from quite third-rate So
cioty to find place among the most
exclusive and noblest people In the
land. Your face would win for YOU
darling, an entrance anywhere"
"fhe only thing | want my face to
do she said lis to please your motif
or.
And that, when she secs 1t. it is
quite sure to do, replied the lover
husband
Lance, said Lady Chandos. what
shall we do II your parents will neither
forgive us nor see u.s."
at will be very uncomfortable" said
Lord Ctlandos, but we shall have to
bear it, 1t will not much matter so
far as worldly matters are concerned;
when ann of age 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 1t.
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 unutte. ably han
Ply, SO wonderfully, thoroughly happy.
Her life was poem, the sweetest love-
story ever written or sung.
why am | SO happy" she would
ask herself ut times, why has Heaven
given mt SO much? all ever asked
for-love and happiness"
She did not know how to be grateful
enough.
one morning in autumn, warm,
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