Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1899-03-30

OLD wound is healed and the old smart no
longer stings with sharp pain at any touch
or word, he will turn for consolation to
the bright young comforter who has al.
ready done him so much unconscious good.
and she will make his imperfect, half
spoiled life happy and complete one.
She-4 olande-is unconscious of the
good news in store for her In all her
many portraits of her lost lover she had
never pictured Denzil as being free once
more. He has either died, or she has
dropped and faded beneath the long and
weary struggle, a struggle all the fercer
ana harder IN that it is fought in secret,
a struggle that would have gradually sap
pea ner llfe-sprlngs, and given to the low
ing, faithful heart but one dream of rest
one hope of peace-death Yet heaven
mas not so Wllled it. For once the hand
OF Fate is kind, and metes justice where
justice is deserved. For once the long
and faithful love that has been tried in
the ire OF suffering is destined to be re-
Warded; and when, in the cool spring
evening hour, she hears at last from Sir
Edwards kind lips the sweet tidings Of
| her lovers freedom the shock Of JOY is al
most more than her strength can bear
| They are a merry, happy party enough
now. Enid is the life and soul Of them
| all. Yolande, after the first prostration
and exhaustion brought on by the reaction
of her unexpected delyerance, grows
sweeter, lovelier, more fascinating than
ever.
With the smile of spring over all the
lovely lands through which they journey,
life and love and peace come also to their
hearts and lives. Even poor, sad, desolate
Lance grows calmer and more comforted,
| though he knows in his lost loves eyes
| lives the radiance of hope that is to him
as death, the light of JOY rekindled from
| the ashes of a great and passionate sor-
row.
One evening quite alone, and pale with
watching and expectation, Yolande sits
in one of the rooms in their pretty villa,
awaiting her lovers return.
Her head is bent on her hands; the light
fickers down on her hair and turns it
into richer gold. Her eyes are dark and
wistful; for even this most exquisite mo-
ment is tempered by the shadow of the
past.
Just so once before she had awaited his
| coming, and found in it her doom. a pray
| er is on her lips, a prayer of thankful
ness for the great blessing that has been
restored, a prayer for strength to bear it
meekly, as one to whom a great and pre-
cious gift has been intrusted.
And while such thoughts are in her
| heart there comes through the hushed and
fragrant silence the sound of a football.
| She lifts her head-her color comes and
! goes-her eyes grow bright and dark in
the JOY and fear of this expectancy. Then,
| with d rush Of joy so keen that it is al
most pain, she sees the face she scarce
had thought to look upon again. save III
dread and misery like that which had
filed their last parting.
With one low, glad cry of purest rap
| ture she springs to meet him, as his arms
close round her once again, as his lips
rest on her own in passionate, unspoken
welcome, that neither life nor death can
part her now from love that will live
| through all time.
* &
| At the winter assizes the once esteem
ed and respected inspector finds the re-
ward Of long treachery and hidden guilt.
From the moment he knew by what
means his confession had been wrested
| from him he ceased to struggle.
Rose Bertram left school at Christmas,
and soon after married a wealthy young
| Welsh land owner. Jane Croft was dis
missed by Mrs. Davies, at the request of
! Denzil Charters, long before his Wlfe's
| DEATH and took situation as companion
! to an elderly doWager, who certainly
| ayenges the sins Of her youth upon her
| ng-suffering victim. With all her cley-
erness, Miss Croft has never succeeded IN
winning a husband, and has at last settled
| down into soured and disseminated old
maidenhood.
Enid in two years. time consoled Sir
| Edward for his first misplaced affections,
and made him very happy. vi is still at
the Court, and emulating her sisters
| craces and witcheries as fast as she can.
Yolarde makes a lovely and gracious
chatelaine at the Priory, and adores and
is adored by her husband with worship
| ing zeal that is the amazement Of all their
| friends Her father lives there with her,
Arthur, vi and Miss Skipton reigning at
| the old Court.
The tragedy at Dead Mans Pool is long
| remembered and retailed by the chronl-
clers of Ashbourne; but happily no other
| deed of violence has yet arisen to replace
it's interest. james Downing received his
! reward, and another handsome douceur
from Denzil Charters for the capture OF
Budd. That worthy hypocrite ended his
| career in the odor Of sanctity, the chap
| lain at the jail declaring he had never had
| a convict so creditable or so penitent.
(The end. }
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