Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1900-02-08

rather heavy features; he seodiously az
fects a solemn and imposing gravity of
face and manner, and severe and elder
" style of dress, which he hopes may
produce favorable effect upon the nom
legal minds of his somewhat imaginary
clients.
Presently a door at the further end Of
the corridor softly opens and shuts, and
Mr.. Pryme looks up quickly.
Beatrice Miller, looking about her lit
tie guiltily, comes swiftly toward him
along the passage.
Mamma kept me such ages!" she says,
breathlessly; Il thought l should never
get away"
.tNever mind, so long as you are here"
he answers, holding her by both hands.
He looks into her face eagerlv and low
ingly To most people Beatrice is plain
girl, but to this man she is beautiful;
his own love for her has invested her
with charm and fascination that no
one else has seen in her.
"It is just as / imagined about Mr..
Nethercliff,' says Beatrice, laughing; "he
has been asked here for my benefit.
Mamma has just been telling me about
him; he is Lord Garford's nephew and
his heir. Lord Garfords place, you
know, is quite the other side of the coun-
ty; he is poor, so l suppose / might do
for him" with little grimace. "At all
events, I am to sit next to him at dinner
tonight and make myself civil. You see,
| am to be offered to all the county mag
mates in succession"
Herbert Pryme still holds her hands,
and looks down with grave yexation into
her face.
''And how do you suppose l shall feel
while Mr.. Nethercliff is making love to
your
''You may make your mind quite easy;
it is impossible that there should be an
other man foolish enough in all England
to want to make love to such an ugly
duckling' as / am"
And, meanwhile, what am / to do?"
''Youi You are to make love to Sophy
Macpherson. Do you not know that she
is the excuse for your having been asked
here at all?'
II don't like it, Beatrice" repeats her
lover, gravely. Upon my life l don't"
He looks away modify out of the win
dow. Il hate doing things on the sly.
And, BESIDES / am a poor man, and
your parents are rich. / could not afford
to support wife at present on my own
income''
'.All the more reason that we should
wait" she interrupts, quickly.
Eyes; but l ought not to have spoken
to you; I'd no business to steal your
heart"
''You did not steal it, she says, nest
ling up to his side. II presented it to
you, free. gratis"
sSFINharn ic WI, hoy
py," says Herbert Pryme, indicating two
people who are wandering slowly down
the garden. Beatrice Miller, following
the direction of his eyes, sees Maurice
Kynaston and Vera.
'"Those two?" she exclaims. "Oh, dear,
no! They are not happy-not in our
way. Miss Nevill is engaged to his
brother, them
Herbert! what can you mean" cries
Beatrice, opening her eyes in astonish-
ment. ''Why, Captain Kynaston is sup
posed to be engaged to Mrs. Romer; at
any rate, she is desperately in love with
him."
Eyes, everybody knows that; but is he
in love with herr"
Herbert, / am sure you must be mis-
taken! persists Beatrice, eagerly
perhaps l am. Never mind, little
woman" kissing her lightly; II only said
they looked happy. Let them be happy
while they can"
Herbert Pryme was right. Maurice and
Vera, wandering side by side along the
broad gravel walks in the wintry gar
dens, were happy-without so much as
venturing to wonder what it was that
made them so.
They had wandered away from the
house through the belt of shrubbery. and
had emerged beyond upon the margin Of
the pool of water.
Vera stood still, suddenly struck with
the sight.
'Is this Shadonake Bath?' she asked,
below her breath. 4
Eyes; have you never seen it before?"
he answered. in some surprise.
"Neyer. / have not lived in Meadow
shire long, you know, and the Millers
were moving into the house and furnish
ing it all last summer. / have never
been in the gardens till to-day. How
strangely sad the place looks! Let us
walk around it."
They went round to the further side
The pool of water lay dark and silent
within its stone steps; not a ripple dis
turbed it's surface; not dead leaf rested
on it's bosom. Only the motionless water
looked up everlastingly at the gray win
ter skies above, and reflected them back
blackly and gloomily upon it's solemn
face.
TO be continued,