Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1899-07-06
THE SANDALWOOD BRACELET

Miss Considine was the rage that
season; a tall, naughty looking girl,
with magnificent great dark eyes, and
torrent of dead black hair, which
she was always contriving to wear as
nobody else did, tumbling over her
shoulders cloudily or wreathed about
her SMALL elegantly shaped head.
She was a stranger in the town, but
she brought letters of introduction
from people of the highest respecta-
bility in the metropolis, and was ac-
companied by a staid-looking lady OF
middle age, who always wore pearl
colored silk and performed chaperon
nightly in an altogether irreproachable
manner
Miss Considine's toilets were arts
tic perfection. Her laces were price
less, said judges; her jewelry dazzled
the eyes of even accustomed upperten-
dom.
Miss Considine was mystery, and
the greater sensation, perhaps, for that
very chill whisper which seemed to
thrill in the air about her, and which
had it's foundation in the mere fading
of the beauty's brilliant color, the
flicker Of her liquid glance at unex-
pected moments, and. for no apparent
reason.
She was a coquette Of the first wa
ter. That was discovery early made.
She had a way of looking sidewise
through those long, silky lashes OF
hers that was infinitely more alluring
than a level glance would have been,
and the smile which visited those rosy
lips only now and then was dOubly
attractive from it's infrequency.
A creature of dangerous graces, she
was what people mean when they call
a woman fatal. Men imagined heaven
in her glance, and counted that lost
when her smile was withdrawn.
NV Lady Dangerous met her match,
however, toward the close OF the sea-
son. A yellow-haired German, whose
azure glance had a softer dazzle tnan
her own, and who called himself by
the fascinating title of Count Ludwig
vermandorf, presented himself about
that time to compete with the beautl-
full girl for her place as sensation OF
the day.
He was shy of Miss Considine at
first, but gradually he too seemed 70
he drawn within the circle OF her
wiles. yielding with such a reluctant,
pensiye grace as clad his radiant race
with new charm. Even MISS Con
4sidine dropped her dangerous eyes
with "a Pickering blush under the
tender brilliance of the counts smile,
and her fingers trembled in his clasp,
instead of resenting the fond, 1alnt
pressure of his hand. Count LudWlS
Vermandorf was an assiduous wooer.
Never deyotee knelt at the shrine Of
his patron saint with more rapt anu
untiring devotion than he at the Ieet
of Miss ConSidine.
IT was not new to the coquettlsn
beauty to be sought humbly. But TINS
man was her master, even at her own
game.
He knew how to clothe his most I'M
passioned moment with reserve that
continually Knocked and tantalized; to
saw one thing and look another 10
sting with a word and soothe with a
touch. He never said too much, put
always too little. His looks were elo-
ouent of love: his tongue so silent on
that fascinating theme, that the neart
Z of the naughty beauty began to Fairly
writhe within her with mingled pain
and anger.
Count Ludwig was an artist OF some
talent and he insisted that he must
paint Miss Considine's portrait she
was not at all loath. though she
feigned reluctance when it was hrst
spoken Of
These sittings. from which she mao
hoped much. and for which she draped
her perfect shape with every artistlc
combination her rare taste could de-
wise, proved utter failures as far as
her object was concerned.
Whether it was the same with Count
Ludwig remains to be seen. He would
permit no one, not even the beauufui
subject. to look upon his picture While
it remained incomplete.
Miss Considine. since her acqualnt-
~ance with the fascinating count, had
changed strangely. All that rich trop-
ical boom, peculiarly hers, had van
ishsd. Instead was dusky pallor,
varied by fitful crimson flashes, like
the leap of a smoldering flame. Count
Ludwig had changed also. The soft
radiance of his handsome face had
TUNED to the chill dazzle of the snow
peaks. His smile was like the ice be-
meath. His blue eyes were like steel
maghets.
It was as though from this man EN-