Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1899-10-26
CHAPTER I.

ord with the Lady Frances Claver-
second daughter of the Duke of San
me, was solemnized by special license
morning at st. Peters Church. The
o wore a bodice and train of superb
Re- satin duchesse, over petticoat, ex-
kitev embroidered in silver feur de
and edged with coquilles Of finest
hcou. A veil of the same magnificent
and chap!et of natural orange bios
were fastened by three diamond
$ and a spray Of diamonds held
ch Of orange blossoms at her throat.
six bridesmaids were dressed alike
brimrose satin. Louis Quinze bodices
terra Gotta velvet skirts, and their
nsborough hats were tastefully ar
bed with tufts of primroses and feath
bomponS."
ran the brilliant announcement in
Court Journal.
30 Ennisford is really married. / new
believed it would have come off," little
Walsingham says, with decided re-
in her liquid voice. She is one of
mall knot Of idlers-one bright June
ming in the Row. "To think that
most tickle of butterflies and the big
firt i'll town should become that
lest of bores, a husband! What do
think of marriage, Lord Aylmer?'
What do [ think Of marriageW he
wls-he is cynical man, and he hates
wife. Ennisford has put the halter
md his neck, and he'll have to grin
bear il"
Ennisford's wife ought to be Al beau
Nobody but you, Lord Aylmer, with
/ outre notions, would ever look at
BY Frances, or think her half good
ugh for the prize she has picked up in
lottery of life," Mrs. Walsingham
S, effusively, envying Lady Frances
b all her soul.
And the world is full of knaves and
a Is to tell Ennisford Soft not now,
be time" Lord Aylmer snaps, vicious
How plain | see that time; discord,
ery, firtatiOn-even worse on his side;
ousy on hers; house divided against
IF, the divorce court, and two lives
He'd, | know Ennisford and / know
has every possibility in him but the
to make his wife happy; he is as I'M
+ pie as water"
He wOrships beauty more than any
| know" Mrs. Walsingham says,
th conscious blush. ga plain woman
never satisfy his eye or his heart,
b fellow
Poor fellow, indeed! You should re-
Re your pity for the plain woman and
for the man, Mrs. Walsingham; and
Strikes me that the professional beau
did not satisfy him either" Lord
Inner adds, maliciously, with a mean
look
He might just as we'll have married
LA Grant as Lady Frances. They are
tched in plainness," says Mrs. Tenn
delicious blonde. ''All the world
PwS that Bella is devoted to him, and
i ought to have married her! He has
<ated her shamefully! He made as
len love to her as he wished, with the
lculous excuse of being her cousin. She
ied like a ghost at the church this
&rnng and when Ennisford kissed his
4de, Bella shut down her lids with a
Rp, and compressed her lips, and such
expression swept over her facelugh!
nakeS me SILVER to think Of it!'
ElL lay wager that Miss Grant not
y looked like a ghost, but felt like a
mon when the Gordian knot was, tied,"
EerveS Lord Aylmer.
SIr James Hannah can unite it, you
zoW, and while there's life, there's
4 pc, little Mrs. Walsingham observes,
softly and sweetly as if she were
ppheSying some good thing.
And Sir James Hannah probably
L. Lord Aylmer adds, unctuously.
Pa Is quite true what they say about
e1a Grant.
Ebella Grant had looked like ghost and
u like demon at the church, and stood
Re stone in her capacity Of bridesmaid,
"a committed murder in her soul all the
bile. '
|And al the time while the trio in the
PW discuss the ceremony at st. Peters,
Fla, escaping, has passed rapidly and
FeathiesSly up the grand ,'taircase of the
Pcal residence, and, reaching her own
Pom' has bolted the door.
PAT last. she is alone-alone, with no
Fyihg eyes TO mark her supreme folly
mock at her bitter, bitter anguish!
llnsinS off impatiently all the hateful
4 Idal paraphernalia that seems to scorch
pd brand her flesh, she sends the prim-
PSe satin and terra Gotta velvet flying to
Pc other end of the chamber, and the
R'nty Gainsborough, with it's tufts and
omponS, follows suit.
she rusheS to q chair beside her bed,
No. ourying her face in her pillow, half
mothers back the sobs-the hard, dry,
arrowng sobs thai break with rapidity
passion that cannot be restrained. At
aSt they sink lower and lower, until they
TOW like deep, low wall, piercing and
'Feeehed enough to be the weird cry Of
ne OF Dante's lost souls.
bella rises suddenly, and going to a
mail ivory box that stands on an ancient
larqueterie bureau, she unlocks it with
, lttieSkey that is attached to her watch
nam, and takes out a picture.
faded picture, with the colors all
d and feeble with the rough brush of
10 lines hand. 1t is the photograph,
apparently of very young man, for the
Laiuen mustache consists only of scrap
u nutty down. The blue eyes look out
';onueftully frank and guileless, and the
nus are all pink and white, like a doll s
" baby's.
II Is the photograph, in fact, of George,
uo.u Ennisford, taken some years back,
,h1 Bella, laying it on the pillow, fond,
.oohsh woman as she is, gazes at it,
p'esSes her dark cheek to it, snatches 1t