Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1900-06-25

The hidden WeIl-Water is not so
delicate to drink"
Am I mad" she cried to herself,
that I should seek to pain myself?'
why can I not be like other wo-
men, she thought,-"love for a year,
a month, a day, love and grow cold, as
they do? Of all fates, lifelong love
is surely the hardest
Alas for the love that lives always!
She wished with all heart that she
had never opened the book. Of what
avail to read anything of the sweet
ness of life or love?
"'No hidden well-Water for me-" she
said, mo amber in cold seas, no gath
cred berries in snow. All, Heaven, if
1 could but live my life over again!"
She walked up and down the long
empty room. How foolish I ami"
she muttered. why should do this?
I will never look into book of poems
again while | live-never again.
On the table she saw the English
newspapers, but this morning she
was not so anxious or so eager to read
them.
81 have suffered enough for one day.
she thought who knows what may
be in those papers?"
Yet she took up the Times" it was
lying there in piles, every number for
some weeks past. The first thing she
saw was the advertisement abiding
to herself One hundred pounds re-
ward was offered to any one who
could give certain information as to
Lola de Ferras' death; or, if it could
be proved that she was still living,
the amount would be doubled. The
color of her face changed as she read.
Living or dead-what can they
want with me in either case?" she
said to herself. cit is, it must be
Dolores!" she cried.
Then she looked eagerly at the adj
dress Fielden, or Mr.. Shaw,
Waterloo Road, London
"What can it mean? What can
Lord Fielden have to do with me. And
who is Mr.. Shawl"
She looked through the files of the
Times" and saw that every copy con-
tanned the same advertisement; then .
she examined the other English news
papers, and found to her surprise that
there was a similar announcement
in EACH She put her hand to her
head with a bewildered air. Its a
ruse of Dolores" she thought. And
yet she knew that Lady Allanmore
had left England long years before.
The first idea that occurred to her
was that some one who had Known her
in the olden days had d1ed and left
her some money.
81 do not want it" she, murmured;
"all the money in the world would not
be of the least use to me-"
Yet, she reflected, it could hardly be
that. Living or dead" What could
it mean? If Dolores had had anything
to say to her she would have sought
her long since. Perhaps she was dead
Dolores dead! Her face flushed holly
and her eyes cleaned dercely.
"But the dead" she said to herself,
suffer 10 longer"
She looked carefully through the
list of Deaths but she did not find
Dolores name there.
81 must have learned it in some way
had she died." she thought.
She took out her notebook and
copied the advertisement. The tumult
in her mind was SO great that she de-
termined to go home at once and
think over the matter at her leisure.
Curiosity had never been a failing of
hers; but now the very fever of won
der seemed to have taken hold of her.
Why was search being made for her
after more than sixteen years had
elapsed"
CHAPTER xxx.
Nine. st. Ange decided rapidly, and
she lost no time in carrying out her
plans. 1t was many years since she
had left England, and one would have
imagined there would be but little
danger of her being recognized. Yet,
when she stood before a glass that
more than sixteen years before had re-
flected her superb beauty, it seemed
to her that she was but little changed
1t was true that the bloom of her youth
was dinamed, and that sorrow had left
rs traces on her face and somewhat
marred it's loneliness. The light, too,
of the dark eyes had grown fierce, and
the lines round The lips were cold and
cruel; indeed the whole expression
was one of bitterness, defiance, pride,
and sullen gloom. But nothing could
rob her of her distinguished bearing,
of the proud, graceful carriage of the
head, the beautiful curves of the neck,
shoulders and figure; and her magnif-
cent hair had lost none of it's dusky
beauty. Those who had known her in
her youth would know her now.
There was nothing for it but dis
guise. She could see that, although
her proud heart revolted against it.;
che hated the very thought of going
hack IN her old home the Mace over