Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1900-01-22
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during which there was constant eX-
change of visits between the occupants
of Beaulieu and White Cliffe. Child as
she was, Dolores, with her delicate, re-
fined instinct, did not quite like Lola
| The young French lady was very vain;
and there was nothing she delighted
in so much as comparing herself with
! Dolores.
"You English girls are all so fair,
she would say, with contemptuous
shrug of the shoulders. "You yourself,
little Dolores, are like a snowdrop-so
white. I like plenty of color, such as
[ have myself"
Then she would draw the golden
hair through her brown fingers and
laugh. at the color and fineness.
"They call this golden in England,
she would say. Il call it the color OF
straw"
It was the same with everything;
she would surpass Dolores where she
could-in music, in dancing, IN sing
ing. in riding-and those pursuits in
which she could not excel she aban-
doned at once. Dolores had the cor
rect eye of an artist; she could sketch
magnificently, and painted we'll. Lola
laughed at her cleverness IN these re-
spects.
eff you could be painter like AIRY
Scheffer or Rosa Bonheur now! But
these attempts-I would never make
them!" she would cry, when Dolores
skill was admired.
Tn music they were rivals. Dolores
had a sweet, clear, soprano voice, we'll
trained, true, and flexible; Lola
melodious, low contralto. There was
no comparison she was always telling
Dolores between the two. Dolores mao
her own opinion but did not care
enough about the matter to express IL.
Dolores had a dreamy poetical, artistic
nature, ideal and romantic. Lola was
practical, worldly, and matter-ot-tact'
'I wonder" Lola would say, when
we grow up, which of us will be most
beautiful or most admired? Shall we
have many lovers, and which of US
will be married first? I should think
that I shall; my style is so much rarer
than yours. All the girls in England
seem to have fair hair and blue eyes;
| few are dark like am"
So it went on through the long
stretch of years. The next great break
was when Lola de Ferras went to Ger
many to school, and fair gentle Mrs
Cliefden died, quietly and sweetly, as
she had lived. She was greatly missed
and mourned for by her daughter. Nc
one knew what the Squire felt; he
must have regretted her, for she had
been a good wife to him. Her
death made Dolores mistress of White
Cliffe. She was still very young, but
the Squire said she knew as much as
most people, and she could complete
her education by reading with him.
A few years later Lola returned from
Germany; and then the real rivalry OF
life began between the two girls. They
were both beautiful. Dolores looked
like a study of GreuZe, Lola like a
picture by Valasquez or Titan. Do
lores was the type of fair, English
loneliness, Lola of dark, luxuriant
beauty.
Dolores remembered their first meet
ing after so many years AS Dolores
was fully occupied, Lola went over to
White Cliffe to see her. She started
with surprise when she saw that three
years had changed her from girl
into a most lovely, graceful, and
charming woman She barely waited
to exchange greetings before she ex-
pressed her opinion.
Dolores" she cried, ''you have
grown up into something like a
beauty! never thought you could"
For which part of your speech shall
I thank your" laughed Dolores.
But Lola was contemplating her with
a critical eye.
"You are-well, must say it-beau-
tiful. Your hair shines like gold, and
your face is like flower. What lovely
eyes! Surely, Dolores, you and l to,
gether ought to do somethingi"
I'm what way?" asked Dolores.
1--WE ought to make the county IA
nous, and bring the most eligible men
ia England hither. We ought to be al
ways seen together; we should be ex-
cellent foils for each other"
"You are still you old self, Lola, .
laughed the English girl II have not
thought of such Things"
And I have thought of little else
We are not like other young ladies in
the same position; there is no hope
that we shall pass through the glories
Of a London season. My mOlner will
not hear of a season in town, and the
Squire is of the same way of thinking.
I should imagine, with regard to your
self"
Quite" laughed Dolores-<'t the very
mention of it makes him angry for a
week."
Then we have not the same chance
as others. I have come home tired of
school utterly weary Of country life,
resolved to marry soon, and marry
we'll. My dear mother spends all her