Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1899-03-16


onds-Yolande does not know which
when there comes a crash, followed imme-
diately by a stunned, dazed feeling on her
own part; then all is dark and silent for
a space It may be long, or short-she
cannot tell; for her spirit floats off into
some misty dreamland, and she is as I'M
conscious of the pains, dangers or sensa-
tons of the body as if it had nothing
whatever to do with her.
When she does come back to conscious
ness, however, she finds herself supported
in mans strong, tender arms; voice,
broken and unsteady from a great fear
and great loyingness, is calling on her
name.
care you hurt?" he asks, anxiously.
"The hedge broke our fall, | know; but do
try to tell me if you're injured. Oh, heav-
en-! how shall | ever forgive myself for
putting you into such dangerW
what is to be done now!' she asks,
dismally 'Where are we?"
''In field at present. he answers, rls-
ing from his knees and looking about him.
Its a mercy we're not killed!' re-
marks Yolande, turning very pale as the
memory Of the furious race comes back
to her mind 1.-THE question is, what are
we to do now? Are we far from the
Han?
81 am afraid so,'' answers her COM
panion, anxiously, as he glances around
the fast-darkening landscape; for, though
it is not yet FIVE o'clock, the evening
shadows are falling, and the last rays of
daylight are scarcely visible behind the
range of mountains to the west.
How many miles do you think?'' pur-
sues Yolande.
Ten at least" he says, regretfully. II
suppose you are not equal to walking
that?'
81 must do my BEST" the girl answers
brightly. 1--WE can't stay here-that's
very evident. l suppose there is no chance
of any of the other carriages overtaking
us?'
81 fear not. You see they are to go
home by the Llanfyrterm road-quite in
the opposite direction. But, if we come
up to cottage, you might rest there,
while send a message to the Hall for
trap"
rs not that a light-there?' cries the
girl suddenly. ''Look-shining just be-
hind that group Of trees!'
''I see," he says, quickly. eyes, it GER
tainly is Here is Il field-path leading to
it. I think it is one Of the farms near
Pwyn Dyas; that dark pile there to the
right is the ruins of the old church. Well,
you will soon be able to rest now. Once
at the farm, l can send message to the
Hall, and they will let us have a trap in
an hour or so. Are you very tired"
Indeed l am" answers the girl,
YEARLY.
1t is very pleasant in the cosy kitchen
of the cottage they soon reach, and Sir
,'c h~0 fS
being removed and put to dry, and per-
suades the good-natured hostess to make
them some hot tea, and behaves altogeth-
er in such frank, elder-brotherly manner
that Yolande feels all the awkwardness
of the situation vanish, and sits content
eddy on her high-backed chair with her
little stockinged feet on the fender and
her damp shining hair Embossed and fall
ing around her-a picture Of beauty and
comfort upon which Sir Edward feasts
his eyes unsparingly.
After the tea, however, she finds her
eyes grow strangely heavy, and her head
aches and throbs so violently, that the
slightest motion or noise is painful in the
extreme. Do what she can, her eyes will
close; and the chatter of the Welshwoman
becomes more and more indistinct.
Another udAI-HOui pdSoeS UclOIe Tie
welcome sound of wheels is heard; and
then, when Sir Edward has given the
mistress of the farm a sovereign for her
trouble, and wrapped Yolande in thick
scarlet shawl she insists upon lending her,
they get into the carriage, and are soon
driving rapidly away through the storm
and gloom of the wild night.
That strange languor and fatigue steal
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body. She feels as if heavy weight
were lying on her chest, and every mo-
ment breathing becomes more difficult.
She is alarmed, and yet too weary and
faint to speak about it. Suddenly, after
one of the long shivers, she begins to
cough-a harsh, hoarse, terrible cough,
that sounds even worse to the ears that
hear it than to herself.
20, you are ill-you are sufferingT' he
cries in an agonized voice that sounds
dull and far away to her ears.
She cannot contradict him; she feels
that speech is almost beyond her strength
with the dead heavy weight on her chest.
the strange oppression in her labored
breath. She is beyond all resistance
when he takes her in his kind strong
arms and lays her head against his shout
der, drawing the warm crimson folds of
her shawl more closely round the slender
figure, and murmuring tender, gentle
words as n mother might murmur to her
sick child.
At last the carriage stops. She has no
notion of time or place. She is Just bare
" conscious OF a group of frightened
faces, of buzz of anxious voices; and
then some one carries her up the broad
oak stairs, and some one else takes off
her clothes. and she is laid in the softest
of white nests-too utterly spent and
weary to speak, or care, or look at her
attendant, who is no other than kind
hearted, faithful Rose.
CHAPTER XVII
II Is week since Yalanda Fall SIT. -