Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1899-01-26

mounting color that tiushes and fades
away on her beautiful face.
Il think not" he says gently per
haps-some day will ask it again"
You may ask" the girl rejoins, "but /
shall never answer such a question from
you, Mr.. Charters"
He only smiles and his hand closes ten
derby on the little fingers that rest so light
ly on his arm.
Il will wait" he whispers softly. at
is a lesson l learned long ago, and | do
not fear failure when I apply it."
ooh, please go and find Miss Skiptonw
she cries entreatdngly. You have no idea
how tired l am of-talking."
He draws back suddenly. The blood
rushes in a fierce hot torrent to his brow,
then receding leaves him pale as herself.
He makes no answer; he only bows low
and leaves her there.
In the ballroom he searches until he
finds Miss Skipton, and gives her 70
lande's message. Then with a cold fare
well bow to Yolande, he turns and saun-
ters away into the cool grounds.
AS he stands under the shadow of the
trees, his heart full Of bitter thoughts
and anxious doubts, n figure glides toward
him all robed in shining costly satin, the
face and form and robe bathed in n flood
of pure silvery light.
Pauline" he says, with start. why
have you left the ballroom"
perhaps for the same reason as your
SELF" she says-"a desire for solitude"
THAT is rather an unusual desire on
your part
"Ah, Denzil," she says, with a strange,
pleading softness in her voice, do not be
cold and harsh to me tonight. Do you
remember what night this iswhat ami
yersary it reprcsents!
''Pcrfectly well-the anniversary of the
day Pauline Ray found there were more
desirable things in life than love- or faith,
or honor"
'Oh hush! Don't be so hard on me
now, Denzl Remember how young |
was, how beset on all sides by tempta-
ton: and thcn-my mother"
Your mother? Oh, yes!' he says with
a bittercr sarcasm in his voice than be-
fore. 'How wise she was for your
"But, though l welded my cousin" she
says TREMENDOUSLY, "you know / never low
cd him, you know that only one man has
ever had my heart. Oh Dcnzil on just
such a night as this, five summers ago,
we stood here bctrothed lovers; and now
-
Now he says, looking at her with
face in which scorn, hate, longing loath-
ing, seem all mingled in moments pas
sionate emcmbrance-"now.P Pauline, you
are nothing to me, nor am | anything to
you"
Despite himself, the anger in his face
dies out, the hardness softens. After all,
this woman was once dear to him, and he
had cared for her very fondly; hut his
heart had been cast aside for her caprice,
and he learned the bitter lesson that has
made him distrustful, almost cruel to
women ever since.
AS his footsteps die away, as the tall
figure and it's stately height are lost to
her watching gaze, she suddenly draws
herself up and lifts one white arm toward
the glittcring sky above her head.
Let him bewarer' she says. HE loves
that little coquettc-now. Well, her turn
shall come. She shall know the humilia>
ton have known, and drink OF the cup
that | have drunk Of. l will visit his
scorn on her head; and live to make him
rue the day he gave my place to her.
Since l have lost his love | will work out
his misery, as surely as heaven hears me
tonight"