Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1899-08-31

II would rather you did not ask me.
Miss Grey; would, indeed she said.
But Elsa insisted.
"Then," said madame, well knowing
that every word she altered was false,
81 will tell you. In my opinion Mr..
Chandos has already repented of his mis-
take, and l am quite sure that Mrs.
Chandos does not care for her husband.
''How very wrong" said Elsa; but her
heart was gladdened by the words. Ii
there was any one ON earth to whom
she wished evil, it was to the young
poets beautiful wife.
CHAPTER TX.
Miss Grey felt inclined to give up the
task; it was so useless trying to win the
liking of man whose whole heart was
bound up in his own wife; it was useless
to try to SOW little seeds of distrust and
discomfort where the most perfect har-
mony prevailed. Lenore had learned her
lesson; she watched now, not only her
thoughts and words, but her looks; no
one should ever wound her husbands
honest, loving heart again by telling him
that she did not look happy. The next
few days after this passed most peace
fully and happily; it was the calm before
the storm. The bright, warm, golden
month of July had set in and the lovely
summer was at it's height. Lenore came
in late one, evening with a scared, pale
face, and when Mrs. Audley asked what
was the matter, she answered that she
had been walking round the strawberries,
but she had had a strange sensation Of
being folloWed-a feeling that some one
was watching her from behind the trees.
Mrs. Audley said she had probably tired
herself, and that it was but her fancy.
Glade listened with a strange, intent
look upon her face. Lenore tried to
laugh when she saw her mother was
startled, yet she justified herself.
1T seems to me, really, ma0ma. that l
heard mysterious footsteps; and you
know that group Of Scotch frs-I am
quite certain that l saw the cleaning Of
two bright eyes shine on me from there
as | passed by
She did not know that Glade glided
noiselessly from the room when she
heard that. Austin came in and was
next to hear that his beautiful young
wife had been nervous and frightened.
They forgot the occurrence in few
minutes. The next day, the sixth Of
July, date always remembered in that
county, dawned on them. It was herald
ed, like every other day, by the brightest
song of the birds, by delicious rose clouds
in pearly~ sky, by an odor of roses and
lilies, by thrilling of the green leaves,
a great stirring Of the lime boughs-a
new CLEAN on land and sea, a whisper in
the wind, ripple over all the sweet sing
ing brooks, and great wash of the ebb-
ing tide.
1t woke Austin, the poet, whose vivid
fancy took sudden fire; it woke Lenore,
whose first thought was, might it's beam
warm and gladden. the heart of the wan
derer, who seemed as though he would
know his home no more.
An hour later they all sat round the
pretty, cheerful breakfast table, and Mrs.
Audley made some remark about the
beauty of the day. Austin stood up then
he was leaning with his shoulder
against the mantelpiece, looking careless
ly over some letters that he held in his
hands.
''Is there any news of Cyril to-day?
asked Mrs. Audley; and the answer was:
mo, not line"
''Where was he when you heard from
him last?" she continued; and Austin
looked at his pocketbook.
Il can hardly trust my memory he
said; 1.-The last place he wrote to me from
was San Giacomo, in the Mauritius. l
have heard nothing since them
A quiet, fathomless smile came over the
dark, beautiful face of Glade Beaton-
smile that no one could understand. 1t
was mere curiosity that caused Mrs.
Audley to add:
What is the date of the last letter,
Austin?"
He answered:
1.-The tenth of June"
That same evening they sat down to
dinner, all four, talking of a future that
was never to be. Austin was more cheer
full than usual. If disgust and unrest
were to be read on any face, it was on
Gladie's.
II am going to see old Jane Thompson
after dinner, Mrs. Audley," she said, ''if
you think l can be spared. Her son is
with his regiment in India and she wants
long letter written to him. l have
promised to do it,
Il shall be much pleased for you to
show the poor woman a kindness, Gla-
die" said Mrs. Audley; and over the dark
face came a CLEAN of something that
looked like relief.
Go be continued)