Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1900-01-25
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be a rich man. What will you DO, DO
lores! Can you give me some ldea'
something to rest my heart upon,
something to think Of and hope for?
Il will consider the proposal, papa,
she answered. 81 cannot decide at
once ! must have time
"You would be mistress Of Deeping
Hurst, and shall be rich man You
love me, do you not, DoloresY he
asked. with almost childish eagerness.
She kissed his forehead tenderly.
II love you so we'll" she replied,
"that I would give my life for you,
papa"
And you will weigh his lorGship's
offer. I shall try to be satisfied with
those words. Dolores. ! feel better
now. Get me n bottle Of the Burgundy
with the yellow seal--there Is enough
TO last until | am a rich man and you
arc Lady Rhysworth, Then ! VIII go
to sleep My brain is tired; 1t aches
with terrible misgivlngs. Sometimes,
when was q young man. passed the
alms-houses at Deeping ! should not
like to live there, Dolores. You must
not let the last Of the Cliefdens go
there"
81 will think about what we had bet
ter do" she said and, though his eyes
followed her wlstfully, she would say
no more,
She brought the bottle of Burgundy,
md gave him n glass OF It, Tears
same to the old mans eyes
81 should not live long without my
wine, Dolores" he said; at gives me
fresh life"
She brought him n pillow and low
cred the blinds, making him comfort
able M only such loving hands could
and then left him.
1t was pitcous to see how old and
worn his face feemed to grow when he
was left alone. He slept, and In his
sheen he went back to the dreams or
his youth. for he murmured contln'l-
ally the one name that seemed to be
engraved upon his heart Dolores
while his daughter went to her room,
knowing that she held the issue OF
tnplT lINtb ia NV ''h'''
promised to think Of Lord lihysworth,s
proposal, to see what she could do
but her reasoning powers seemed TO
have left her all mt once, and she could
not collect her thoughts.
She remembered fair summer day,
when she. with her mother. was sitting
on the lawn, and tho Squire came 10
tbem. full of eager earnostness In some
news he had just heard, Wynchombe
HAIL Ind been purchased by French
lady, n widow. Madame dc Ferras VINO
had been eXilcd from France for po-
liticnl reasons. She had purchased
the Wynchombc property, ana had
named the Hall "Beaulicu" IT was re-
ported that she had ono daughter and
was possessed Of ample meaHs,
"rhat will be very nice for Dolores
Mrs. Cljefien had said, II have oflen
wishc. that she had n playmate ana
tho gentle lady was highly delighted
with the prospect
Dolorcs could remember how, as her
parents discussed tho new Corners, she
wondered In her childish mind what
this playmate would be like. never
dreaming that on that day now ele-
ment would he brought into her life
which would mar and blight It,
She recalled ono day when they went
torcther-the Squire. her mother and
herself to visit Madame de Farrns
Dolores remembered tho stately and
handsome mntron with her courtly
polished manner, and the startling
vivid beauty of hcr daughter Lola. Be
fore her duslty beauty the compilations
OF English girls looked pale and deli
cate; for Lola de Farras was gifted
with unusual loveliness She was
three years oldon thnn Dolores; and
there was every reason to believe that
they would he great friends, Madame
de Farras was delighted with her Wis.
itors; she made friends Mt once witt
fair and gc.tlc Mrs, Clicfdcn, was
most gracious to the Squire, who was
full OF admiration for r. ant
charmed with Dolores.
"Why have they given you SO sad ;
name when you have 80 bright face
she asked "'nolorcs' means sorrow
Surely life viii not he sorrowful To-
you?"
When she asked the question sh
looted Mt the mother; hut the Squire
the only one who could have answerc,
It turned away his head
"Comc and make friends with m,
daughter lola" said madame and Do
lorcs remembered how they went on
through the omen French window t
where the dark hatred slender cir
stood "My dear children, Won mus
love each Other and he friends" sal
madame In her pretty, broken English
Then the two who were to be mortn
enemies. whT were to hate each othe,
touched hands and lips without tn
least knowledge OF the future whic
was in store for them
The first thought Of the French ri,
was
GLOW faded she must look ncNr me!