Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1899-03-02

that Denzil makes the first move in the
next part of this strange game of fate
Wnlcn mas associated him with the ira
gedy of murder and death.
knowing Lance Stapleton's interest in
the matter, he draws him aside and tells
MN OF Alethea's confession
but how came she there?' is the nat
ural question that follows 81 thought
she was abroad"
Not them answers Denzil; "she was
staying in this heighborhood'
But why did she not speak at the time
more especially when there was such
hue and cry after yo:,?'
"She knew nothing of that; she was too
i'll, replies Denzil ''She confessed be-
| fore DIR. Deane and myself that she was
| SO terrified at what she had seen she
dared not speak of it. Besides, she did
| not wish any one to know where she was"
| III tell you what I'll do" says Lance,
eagerly. ''I'll take this to Mr.. Herrick-
the lawyer. He has taken a great inter-
est in the matter, and, if any one can get
at the root of it, he is the maa. He al
ways said there was something suspicious
in the way Budd tried to fasten it on to
| -Yolande."
Half an hour later the two cousins are
| sitting in the warm firelit library togeth-
cr, Pauline resting in a low velvet-cush-
Toned chair, her hand playing lazily with
the teaspoon in her cup, her eyes turned
towards the dark, eager face of her COM
panion as he stands leaning against the
mantelpiece.
Presently she withdraws her handker-
chief from her pocket, and i'll dong so letS
fall letter that futters on to the thick,
soft carpet and lies there, a speck OF
white on it's dark coloring.
II really must go and dress for dinner"
she says. "And mamma will be wond ar
ing what has become of me all this long
afternoon"
us it really dressing time alrea iy ?"
| asks Denzil, in surprise, as he opeI the
| door for her. II could not have believed
| it,
The first thing his eyes rest OIL is the
letter. He stoops and picks it ur> It has
no envelope, and the flames, Pickering up
brightly and suddenly for one brief mo-
ment, show him one word tina, sets every
pulse beating with mad, wild ecstasy. It
is "Yolande." With strong effort he re-
sists the temptation so subtly thrown in
his way. He brushes the letter in his
hand, and with steady, resolute step
crosses the floor. AS he opens the door he
sees his cousin hurrying towards him, her
face eager and anxious her eyes fixed
intently on his face.
"Denzil," she says, ir voice of strange
agitation, "did drop a letter in the Ii
brary just nowv'
81 was just going to return it to you,"
he answers, drawing back Il pace or two
| into the room. Here it is"
She takes it eagerly from his hand; yet
he wonders why she follows his back
ward step and closes the door, thus leav-
| ing them both in the same room once
more.
'You did not But there-I am fool
ish to ask. OF course you would not do
such thing"
81 did not look at it. Is that what you
| mean" he says, coldly.
"Oh, Denzil, you know l could not
mean that!' she exclaims. cit was onl.
| your happiness I was considering. [ was
so dreadfully afraid you might have seeL
| or learned-oh, what am | saying!
II should like to know what you mean
by it, at all events" says Denzil, very
sternly. SIN what way does that letter
concern my happiness"
do not ask me. she cries, pdSSioudlc-
ly. ''You would never thank me for open
| ing your eyes. No, Denzil; go blindly on
| to the end. 1t is not for me to say word
| that will shatter your fools paradise
Pauline" he says, his voice cold and
hard, ''you have said too much or too lit
tie. l insist upon knowing what you
mean. If you have guessed my secret"
"Guessed it' she interrupts hastily.
ooh, Denzil, longer than you have known
it yourself have l known Of your love for
Yolande Mervyn! 1t is for that reason
| will say no word now. You will hate me
because I tell you what all who know
this girl know, that she is too thorough
a coquette to be content with only one
slave, even though he gives her such
heart as yours"
And ere he can quite fathom the mean
ing of her strange words and looks she
has gone.
Ito be continued.)