Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1900-04-30

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had said to Dolores; ''but think there
is a burden of sorrow about it, and
the little one must have no sorrow.
Even those few words had reused
his wife's nervous anxiety.
Karl" she whispered, "do you real
ly think my name means a burden OF
sorrow?"
'sThe word Dolores means sorrow,
he replied.
"But, my darling, what sorrow can
come to me?" she asked. How strange
it is! Do you know that that is what
have feared all my life? It has been
hanging over me like dark shadow
the feeling that I had in some way to
work out the mystery of my name"
ct is but fancy" he replied. zone
thing is certain, Dolores; while live
no sorrow shall ever reach you. For
get the fancy The little one shall be
called Gertrude"
So it was settled; and, after his
wife, Sir Karl worshipped his child,
though he loved Kathleen but little
/ less.
Scarsdale was, every one declared,
the most pleasant house in the county.
The new Lord Rhysworth, who had
taken up his abode at Deeping Hurst,
was one of the same opinion, and a
constant visitor there. Sir Karl and
Lady Allanmore were the most popu-
lar host and hostess in the neighbor-
hood
News had come to Lady Fielder that
Madame de Ferars was dead; she had
died at Heidelberg after a long and
protracted illness. She had left Lady
F'ielden a cameo which she had once
admired, and Lola had sent it to her
through the post. That event made
people talk of the family and of Beau
lieu The house was closed now; not
even a servant was left in it. 1t was
rumored that it was to be sold, and the
rumor proved to be correct. Once
more Beaulieu was in the market; and
this time it was purchased by rich
manufacturer who wished to make his
entree into society So there was an
end to the history of one family, and
the beginning of the history of an
other No other information was re-
ceived; and it seemed that even the
name of De Ferras was forgotten. For
some short time after madame's death
there was a fear of coming danger in
the heart of Dolores, but it passed with
the summer days. Kathleen was
now about five years DID, and little
Gertrude, a pretty, winsome creature,
not quite two.
Sir Karl drove over early one morn
ing to White Cliffe.
''The day is very fine" he said to
the Squire; "and I am sure Dolores
will not enjoy it without you. Come
over to breakfast"
The old man was only too delighted.
| AS they were driving back to Scars
dale, Sir Karl drew off his glove from
his right hand, and the Squire's atten-
tion was attracted by ring which he
wore.
what beautiful ring, KARL" he
said
The young baronet laughed pleas
antly.
1T is a gift from Dolores" he an
swered. 81 have never seen one half
so beautiful" It was large ruby, in
the midst of which was tiny white
rose composed of minute diamonds.
81 used to call her the white rose" he
added, "and she has given me this in
memory of it,
What happy surprised" cried
Dolores, when she saw the Squire.
"But, papa, 1 ought to know what to
expect when Karl goes away early; it
is always for you. Now the children
must come in to breakfast"
Sir Karl declared laughingly that
his wife spoiled them. Dolores al
ways brought the same accusation
against him.
I'VE have a large correspondence
this morning" said the baronet open
ing the letter-bag. "This is Lady
Fielden's handwriting ball or din
ner-party for you, Dolores" There
were several letters for himself, some
on business, some from friends. 81
must say" he cried, looking round
with happy, beaming face, that dc
like number of letters!"
"Then you have what you like, .
laughed the Squire.
Sir KarTs eyes fell suddenly on a
small, square envelope addressed to
him in lady's handwriting. His
countenance changed when he saw it
his lips trembled, and all the light OF
happiness went out of his eyes. He
opened it and read these few lines
81 must see you I can take no re-
fusal My mother is dead I am desc
late and most unhappy. You profess
ed friendship for me in former times
By the pledge of friendship that you
gave me, and by the memory of my
! mother appeal to you to let me see
| you I will not enter the house where
| the woman who stole you from me
lives; but for her, you would have
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