Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1900-08-06

little sons and one fair-haired little
daughter made the grand old place
bright with mirth and amusement.
Lady Allanmore had made one
stipulation with her daughters.
.Call your children what you will. :"
she said; "but promise me that you
will never name one of them after me.
Dolores means burden of sorrow and
I have had to carry mine"
But Gertrude would call her eldest
son Carlos after her father, not Karl.
lest that should make her mother sad
every time she heard it, but Carlos;
and he, because the name he bore, was
always her best-beloyed child. Then
came harry and little Blythe. They
were three beautiful children, and Ger
trude was one of the happiest of wives.
There was no London season for her.
Once after her marriage, she made her
bow before her majesty; after that she
had no time for London. Her husband,
her children, her mother. her house
hold, her friends, the poor on her
estate, completely occupied her time.
IL SnC Well away AOI q Low udy0, IL
seemed as if the whole country had
lost it's light.
Lady Allanmore continued to live at
Scarsdale, but she was seldom without
one or two of her grandchildren, and in
their youth, she seemed to grow young
again herself.
One fine, summer evening, Lord
Fielder, who was visiting at Scarsdale,
lighted a cigar and went out with some
newspapers; Gertrude took a book and
the two boys. A nurse followed with
little Blythe, without whom the party
would have appeared incomplete
They chose a shady avenue, where they
seated themselves not far from the
large, white monument, which had al
ready grown to be a landmark amongst
them. Lord Fielden was soon en-
crossed in some Eastern news, Lady
Fielden in her novels; the boys played
at their will. Baby Blythe grew tired,
and lay quitely in her nurses arms
The boys, finding themselves more
completely at liberty, began to run
races. They were 50 long absent on
one occasion that Gertrude looked I'D
from her book. Presently the elder,
Carlos, came up slowly to his mother,
and looked at her with great, wonder
ing eyes.
What is the matter. Carlos?" she
asked.
Mamma" he said, there is a
woman lying there by the white
marble"
"A woman, darling! Are you sure?'
cried Gartrude.
Eyes, a woman. She did not speak
to me, though pulled her Dress
Harry" cried Gartrude, do you
hear what Carlos says?-there is a
woman lying by the monument
"Nonsense!" cried Harry, engrossed
in hislpaper. THAT boy loves to make
a sensation. It is only the nurse
With an air of injured dignity,
Carlos returned
Nurse is there look, papa-and the
woman lying by the marble does not
speak,"
1t was the terror of the boys face
that attracted Gertrude. Lord Fielden
did not see it.
do go, Harry, and see what it is, .
she said.
Lord Fielden rose somewhat unwill-
ingly.
IF you have been drawing on your
imagination, Carlos, he said, 1--WE will
have private interview"
Mamma" said the little fellow, Gin
deed she is there, lying quite still, and
she did not speak,
The boys terror was so evident that
Gertrude rose hastily and followed he1
husband. AS they drew near the
monument they saw that he was right
There lay something which they could
not distinguish at first; afterward
they saw that it was the body OF a
woman.
Keep away, Gertrude!' cried Lord
Fielden
But it was too late, she had rushed
on before him and raised the fallen
head. One look was enough. It was
Lola de Ferras, and she was quite dead
How long she had been there of course
no one knew; but, in the hour of her
extremity and desolation, she had gone
to the grave of the man she had loved
so dearly, to die. It was pitiful face
with it's lips closed forever, and the
long, dark hair. streaked with gray.
How gently they raised her! And
Gertrude loved her own mother none
the less because she kissed the poor
wandered's face in loving pity.
They never told any one where they
had found her, for Dolores sake; and
they concealed her identity with some
difficulty and buried her in the pretty
churchyard at Deeping. There her
grave is distinct from all others, be-
cause it is generally surrounded by
rich, red roses; and there the passi-
onate, guilty, loving heart is at last at
rest
The End.
WHY HE READ IT.