Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1899-11-23

glinting on It seems 70 turn each tress4 ID
living gold.
It can send him into dream Of heav-
en-, fire his soul with rapture, or drive him
mad with disappointment and despair"
He pauses, little breathless. He is q
little surprised at his own eloquence, me-
diocre though it may be, and there is a
minutes silence. Then she leans for
ward, puts her pretty hand, all sparkling
with gems, on his arm and looks up in
his face.
The last would never be your fate, -
she whispers. but he hears her, Of course.
Men, even partially deaf men, contrive to
hear any sort of incense to their vanity,
If they can hear nothing else; and this
man is vain, from the top Of his blond
head to the sole Of his well-made boot.
His blue eyes kindle up into great fires,
and his cheeks glow red to match, at her
touch.
me?" he asks, slowly.
She does not answer, but somehow her
face seems to have come little nearer to
him, and, through bewildered haze, he
sees nothing but pair Of lips, soft, red,
maddenihg, pair Of eyes, blue as sap
phires, lustrous as stars, with a passion
in their liquid depths that stirs his pulse
and makes his senses whirl. It Is q pic
ture that brings oblivion of everything,
too, save Of dangerous proximity.
I'll tell you, have only been married
few years, and married for love. My
wife loves me still, and it would break
her heart to lose me; and yet I hate her,
because she seems to rise up between you
and me. When I entered the house to-
night something told me Of the end. It
seems utter folly for a man in our world
to go mad over woman's face, doesn't
It? But believe me or not, as you will,
l love you already, Edith-love you as
have never loved any one before; and
swear that henceforth you will be the
only woman in the world to me-"
She does not smile at his rhapsody, as
he fully expects, for so many men say
such things to her that she cannot feel
for them, of course, he thinks. Lady
Aylmer looks at him once more "He Is
handsome as a god." she had said, in her
box at the Folies Parisienne She thinks
so now; and it has never entered her i'm
agination to control an impulse in all her
life.
She drops into his arms now like ripe
and yielding fruit. Her eyes and lips
seem to seek his, and amid the fever Of
the coming caress he involuntarily whis-
pers: ''What Of Bertie?''
HE was telegraphed for to-day from
Vienna, and is gone," she answers care
lessly.
Then he filings honor and loyalty and
everything that is good in him away to
the four winds, and remembers only her.
A feeling Of positive relief comes to
him when he stands, little later, on the
pavement, with the door in Stanhope
street closed behind him. The summer
wind lifts the fair hair off his hot tenn
pies, and as he looks up at the sky a
myriad of pale, holy looking stars look
down upon him.
"a temptation direct from the devil"
he says, angrily; 'but ought to have re-
sisted it-not only for Frances sake, but
for Bertie's. Poor boy! If he only knew.
OF course, she'll play me false some day;
but mop and his insensate vanity gets
the better of him. II don't think she
will. Somehow, always find it easier
to give up woman than she finds it to
give me up, worse luck"
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scenes and her savageness, he grinds his
heel on the ground.
When he reaches his own house and
mounts the staircase softly, so as not to
disturb his sleeping wife, he feels very
criminal, especially when Lady Ennisford
half opens her brown eyes and puts out
her hand.
"Kiss me, George" she says, sleepily.
Shall he?
1t cuts both ways. He hardly likes to
lose the taste of the other kiss; it was so
maddening, so sweet, and he hardly likes
TO desecrate his wife's pure lips by touch
ing them.
But he cannot we'll refuse, so he stoops
and drops little caress, and for the life
of him he cannot help thinking how won
drous tame it is by contrast.
(To be continued)