Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1899-10-12

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He read it with wondering despair
what did it mean? What could it mean?
She had gone, left him forever, and he
knew why. She wrote as though he had
committed some great crime, and he was
cognizant of it-what could she mean?
Was she still displeased that he had new
er mentioned the fact Of his visit to
England? Even if it were SO, she would
not, surely, have left her home on &C
count Of it. 1t was monstrous to sup
pose such a thing. Had she read the
diary in his pocketbook? He had found
it lying on his toilet table; strange
place, he thought, for her to leave 1t.
She had evidently opened it; he saw the
traces of that, so she must have read
what he had written. Then how could it
be she had gone?
II must not pretend to understand
women" he said, "but really l should
have thought she would have loved me
all the better for what she read there"
What was he to do? A sense Of hope
lessness came over him. He might search
for her, but where in this wide world
would he find her? AS for advertising,
or putting the matter into other hands,
it was quite useless, he knew. II he
could not find her with the certain in
stinct of his love, then he was quite sure
no one else would.
He was unutterably miserable. Three
days passed, and there was no word, no
sign of her. He had been carefully
through the rooms, he had searched every
drawer, desk, cupboard; but there was
no letter, no paper, no trace of any one
single thing which could give him clew
to her whereabouts or the mystery, and
he grew ill with hopelessness.
'Gladie!' he cried one morning, lam l
to live here until my hair grows white,
wearing my life away, waiting for one
word from her? I would rather die at
once"
"Go away for time," she said; ''it Is
living in this place, where everything re-
minds you Of her, that makes you so i'll.
"Why should l go? | must find her.
could not live in this torture-I must find
her."
'You will not find her by staying here.
Go to London, go to Paris-everywher
where you may think it probable she has
gone. Let me be always properly ac-
quainted with your address so that if
anything should happen I could send for
you at once. You can search for her
better yourself than any one else could
do''
II have no idea," he said, where to
look for her. My darling She has no
home, no refuge but this. Where can
she have gone? There is no sorrow like
unto miner
go to Paris. Most people who run
away from home to hide themselves go
to Paris"
'But Lenore did not go to hide her
self; she went because she had some
wrong, mistaken, foolish notion in her
head, and what that notion could be /
cannot even imagine"
Glade knew, and she smiled to herself
at the knowledge. Nothing could have
been better than the success which at
tended every effort of hers.
So, in few days, he went, and going
charged her if one word came from Lee
more, or was heard from her, she was to
telegraph for him at once. Not word
was said in the house, but the general i'm
preston was that Sir Cyril had gone to
join Lady Vernon.
Then was Glade happy. She had driv-
en- one from home to drag out her life in
torture; the other was wretched as ever
she could desire.
"a beautiful vengeance" she said to
herself-"a delightful vengeance; yet
they do not suffer as did on that sum-
mer morning when Sir Cyril laughed at
me, and left me to my misery"