Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1900-01-04

name and my honor in your hands,
Honor anil she laughs, a ripping,
careless laugh. Honor! Listen to him
talking of things he doesn't even know
| the meaning OFF,
edith, if you provoke me like this,
am sure [ shall murder you one Of these
days!" he cries, holly, shaking with pas
sion from head to foot. "Oh, when
think what mailman | have been,
| could cut my own throat
Don't 1t would break your wife's
heart She is moping for you still, dare
say Idiot that was to intermeddle in
her joy"
II wish to heaven you had never med
died with me-" he says, YEARLY, closing
his eyes as if to shut out the sight Of her.
| An hour later the diamonds and emer-
aids dazzle and glitter, and slender
hand toys with fan set with the same
jewels, above whose cleaning sheen the
snow lidded purple eyes send out the old
alluring looks, old as time, yet ever young
| to the responsive orbs Of handsome
young Austrian baron, whose reckless
and lavish ways have banished him tenn
| porarily from his princely home, to find,
under the soft, warm skies Of Italy,
| beauty far more entrainante than he has
ever looked upon in the courts Of kings.
There is a mysterious sympathy be
tween Bohemians that quickly overleaps
all conventional barriers of GOODNESS and
reserve, and, before this evening is over,
young Oscar Won Lieven tells Lady Ayl-
mer of his admiration i'll words as well
as in looks.
cts living death to be tied to Ennis
ford she muters to herself, as she drives
down long, lonely road that leads to the
Palazzo, on the outskirts of Florence,
which Lord Ennisford has chosen, chiefly
on account Of it's perfect isolation and
seclusion.
She determines to throw him over for
an extravagant Austrian menage, where
we shall finally leave her to the tender
mercies Of the tickle Baron Won Lieven;
and Lord Ennisford, when he hears Of
her determination to part, is quite content
it should be as it is. His conscience is
appeased as he offers handsome settle
ment but it is repudiated with magniti-
cent disdain.
Won Lieven is rich, and she will hold
the strings Of his purse as we'll as of his
heart, pro tenn. Thus, parody Of life and
love, these two, who have looked passion
ately into one another's eyes, fingered on
each others caresses, sworn eternal feal-
ty, and done the best they could to ruin
each others future, part amicably.
.Good-by, Ennisford,' she says, II
shall think of you with regret, for you
can be awfully nice, you know. Go back,
my dear boy, to your wife, and don't be
such fool as to leave her again. What
you want is woman who will sit at your
feet and worship you all day long, and
believe in you when you say blacks
| white"
"Good-by," he answers land, Edith,
if did not know that il it had not been
me, it would have been some other man,
| should never forgive myself for having
brought you to this. But it's case of
mot Launcelot nor another, you know
CHAPTER XXI.
The men don't greet him very warmly
as Lord Ennisford walks into the club
one fine morning in May.
| 1t may be that Lord Aylmer is the most
popular man of the two, and certainly he
is greater with the powers that be. for
Marlborough House and the Duchess and
Countess receive him with open arms.
/ Lord Ennisford does not want to dive
| for the cause of his lukewarm reception.
| He merely holds his aristocratic head
| shade or so higher. And, stalking majes-
| tically through the old familiar rooms.
picks up a great packet of letters that
await him and saunters back to his lodg-
| ing in Bury street.
| Many of these documents are six
months old, for he had peremptorily de-
sired that~al letters for him should be
| detained at the club It'll called for,'' and
| had taken care to leave no clew to his
address during his absence abroad, and
had persistently avoided looking at a
| newspaper even.
| Presently he arrives at bulgy packet,
sealed and addressed in that big bold
hand, that he knows as well as his A
B @.
| From that fiend Bella he calculates,
| feeling more irate and warm than he has
done before, something vexatious or vi
cious, I'll wager!'
| There is no writing inside; only news
| paper, dated 9th December, just six
| months ago, and, perplexed, he opens it,
glancing quickly over the pages until a
| big black cross meets his eye.
| 1t Is the sensational paragraph about
Bertie's suicide.
AT first he reads it in a dazed sort OF
mbfounded-stunned; but sud
denly he realizes the whole horror of it.
The wonder is that he does not shrek,
the agony and tension of his heart is so
| terrible.
''Oh, heavens!' he groans aloud, his
knees shaking and his lips trembling yio-
lentiy. This is punishment, indeed! Oh,
BERTHE. my poor boy, you did not know
her or you would have spared me this.
Oh! I don't believe l shall ever get over
it OF be able to look an honest man or
| woman straight in the face again.
And even while he mutters all this.
new, strange sensation, an awful numb
ness, creeps and creeps up his. right arm
to his hand, which, with the fatal paper
in its grasp, falls nervelessly down.
For some minutes--for an hour or hours
he knows not which, he sits there, his
head stopped low, his eyes prone on the