The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1899-12-02
CHAPTER Y

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| During the next three years Leah Hat
ton was the very queen of fashion. She
was more popular, more sought after.
more admired, more beloved, more envied
than any other woman Of her day. Her
beauty grew with her years. She was
twenty-one now, and the magnificent
promise of her girlhood had been fulfilled.
Her loveliness had grown richer; the
| CLEAN in her dark eyes was brighter; the
dainty bloom that had been faint as the
hue of a blush rose had deepened; the
| face was radiant in its own loyeliness-
men found it more than fair. During
| those three years she had presided with
infinite grace over the large establish
ment at Brentwood and the magnificent
house in town.
Beautiful Leah Hatton,' What more
in life could she desire than she had
wealth, popularity, affection? Yet she
| was not happy; her soul had found no
rest. Brilliant and gay as was her life,
it did not satisfy her. 1t was but as a
dream to one who has infinite longings
and infinite desires.
| If Martin Ray succeeded in nothing
else he had done this for his daughter
| he had taken her out of the common
!
| filed her with thousand ideas of life.
| These were always puzzlng her. She had
! the air, the manner, the look of one
whose thoughts and aims were higher
and loftier than those of others. This
| added much to the charm of her passion
ate, proud beauty. The men who danced
with her admired her the more because
no flush of vanity came to her face.
! There was upon it the far-off look, the
restless longing that nothing could graf
! ify.
Some of the offers Miss Hatton receiy-
| ed We're dazzling ones. The young Earl
of Burberry was handsome, talented and
| passionately fond of her. No. she would
not be Countess of Burberry. There was
/ the Duke of Lincoln, who had country
| seats, a town mansion and untold wealth.
who would have made her his duchess.
| She would not be Duchess of Lincoln
and she had no other reason to give than
! that she did not love him; and the one
thing she longed for in this life was love
| Love- said the duchess. 1T will come
! with MARRIAGE
Not the love l want she replied
that must come before. l want ro-
nance in my life
1t is the way with those dark-eyed
girls" said the duchess. What a pity
! it isl
! The Duke and Duchess OF Rosedene
/ had become very much attached to Leah.
and when the season ended they begged
| the general and her TO come to pay them
long visit at Dene Abbey. They We're
! to remain there during the autumn and
| winter. Sir Arthur at first did not quite
| like the idea, and a compromise was
| made. The whole party We're TO visit
| Brentwood first and remain there for six
! weeks; then they were 10 go to Dene
/ Abbey and stay there as long as Sir Ar
| thur wished-an arrangement which
! pleased every one. Leah by this time
/ had grown TO love the duchess so much
| that she never liked to be separated from
! her for long together.
! Brentwood was looking its best at the
/ end of July
! The general had invited several guests
/ to Brentwood, and the party promised to
/ be very pleasant one.
AT some future day you will be sole
mistress of this beautiful place, Leah, -
/ said the duchess. as they were walking
/ one morning on ;he great terrace.
| Il suppose So" she replied; but new
/ ef Ike 10 th'nk OF the time. l wish that
my uncle could live as long as, if not
| longer, than / shall"
| Il have had an adventure this morn
/ ing" said Sir Arthur, as they sat down
/ TO luncheon. | find that the young mas
/ ter Of Glen is expected home during the
I week. l lost my way in the woods, and
/ came out quite close TO the mansion
| have been all over it."
Where and what is Glen?' asked the
! duchess.
And Sir Arthur smiled al he said:
! Il ought TO be a poet 10 answer you:
| il is almost impossible 10 do so in prose
/ Glen is simply one Of the most lovely
/ spots | know in England"
| More beautiful than Brentwood, IN
| clet' asked Leah
! Quite different, Leah. Glen was once
/ the dover house OF q queen; three hun
/ dted years ago il came into possession of
| the Cartons, and has been theirs ever
| since. 1t is simply perfect. Your eyes
are almost dazzled by the CLEAN of sun
/ light in the waters of the many foun-
! taius and by the bright colors of the flow