Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1899-10-12

He looked more intently, bur it was not
possible to see very plainly. Then he
said to himself it must have been fancy
1t was only the stirring OF the great
boughs Of the trees.
Calmly and sweetly Glade went on
singing to the child pretty little story
in which flowers and good children hg-
ured largely. She looked at him with
charming smile.
leave that window, Sir Cyril. it will
only give you dull ideas, and come to
Roy"
He obeyed her, and just as he left the
window, Lenore, his wife, crept up to
the conservatory under the shadow Of
night.
She found the conservatory door open,
and went in. The great dog stirred un-
easily, but at the first whispered sound
Of her voice he lay still. She went up to
him and stroked the huge head.
'You know me-" she whispered; land
If you had instinct to understand why
l creep thus into my husbands home,
you would not betray my presence even
by a bark"
She passed on, and the dog lay down
again to dream Of bones and other luxu-
ries.
She passed through the grand dining
room, where all was soft, shadowy dark
ness; she crossed the hall, which was
quite deserted; she went up the side stair
case, and reached her own room in safe
ty; it was all in darkness, and had a
chill, unusual air, which struck her.
She CROPPED her way to the picture; with
the most gentle touch she managed to
take it down, and opened the secret door.
They lay there; she could not see, but
she could feel them-the soft, silken
scarf, that had been torn from the dead
mans throat-the little brooch, that she
had fastened on him with such loving,
gentle hands.
She had them secure at last.
II thank thee, oh, heaven!' she cried;
IT thank theey'
She had them, she held them in her
hands, these proofs Of a cruel murder
these proofs that might have led her hus-
band to death.
At that moment hand was laid on her
arm, and her husbands voice said
"You guilty wretch! what are you doing
hereY'
'You guilty wretch again said the
deep, low voice, and again Lenore stood
still, mute and dumb. II heard you,"
continued Sir Cyril; Il saw you out
among the trees, moving silently; heard
you stealing through the house, and now
I have found you. Whether you are
man or woman, know not yet. Be you
who you may, you are still thief!'
'He cannot know me-" thought Lee
more, and in some way the thought was
a relief.
She stood quite silent and motionless;
the darkness was so great she could not
even see the shadowy outline of his fig
with terrible force.
"a womanw he cried again, "a wom-
an! I know by the long garments and
the quiet; man would have struck out
at me before this. Will you tell me who
you are and what you are doing here,
stealing through my house in the dark
and in this room, above all others-this
ROOM"
There was a ring Of passionate anguish
in his voice, and she, listening in death
like silence, knew how much her room
meant to nina shrine wherein her mem
DRY was sacred.
"Will you answer me? Will you tell
me who you are, and what you are doing
here?' he said.
Then she whispered to him, in words
so low he could hardly distinguish them:
LET me go-for heavens sake let me
go in the darknessv'
mo-" he replied, II will see who you
are. and what you are doing here"
Before she could prevent it he had
locked the door and taken away the key;
then, in the dense darkness, she heard
him cropping his way to the dressing Ia
BILE; the next moment a food Of light
made the room bright as day; he had
lighted the lamps that stood ON the toilet
table; then, with a cry of Impotence, he
turned to look at the silent figure, shroud-
ed in dark, flowing robes. He seized her
arm, he flung back her veil, and then, in
a voice she never forgot, he cried out:
"Lenore! great heaven, is it your
She raised her colorless face and look
ed at him whom she had never intended
to look at more. do not touch mev' she
cried. Remember the stain on your
hands! Do not touch mev'
He did not understand her, and was
too much amazed to think Of her words.
Go be continued.)