Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1900-05-21

lists soul, and loved to see the water
lists soul, and loved to see the water
leave the bank The trees by the river
echoed with the liquid notes of night
ingales the birds of sweetest song
haunted the orange groves A long,
sheltered walk led from the villa 10
the edge of the river the trelliswork of
which was covered with an enormous
vine, which branched out on all sizes,
and just now was laden with hundreds
OF punches of rich. dark, purple grapes
Oddly enough. not rose was to be
found in the gardens, neither white
nor red. The mistress of the place was
English, and had a strong repugnance
to the odor of roses. If the surround
ings of the house were attractive. the
interior was a marvel of comfort and
luxury. The rooms were large and
lofty, the windows were framed in pas
sion flowers. The ceilings were paint
ed, and the walls either paneled or har-
moniously tinted. The furniture was
English. There were Chippendale
chairs and tables, superb marouetry
work and fine. old china. Italian art
and English ideas of taste and comfort
combined could scarcely fail to have a
! pleasing effect
On this fair evening lady stepped
down from the open drawing-room
window, and slowly and thoughtfully
wendell her way through the gardens
skirting the avenue of beech and chest
nut trees. She passed down the long
ylne-shaded path till she reached a
spot where the river rippled over the
grass, which was studded with yiolets.
She looked slowly up and down the
Arno, flushing red beneath the last
KISS OF the sun. Time had dealt gently
with Dolores. sixteen years had passed
since her father had died so suddenly.
leaving her alone in the wide world. It
had been terrible shock to her. For
many weeks they had feared for her
reason as well as her life. Lady Field
en- mad come to the rescue; she had
gone over to Scarsdale and, as it were.
take possession of it. She had sent the
two little children. Kathleen and Ger
trude, to her own nursery, and attended
to Dolores with her own kind, mother
ly hands.
The SQuire's death had been all the.
more unexpected from the fact that.
for some time previously he had
seemed in such excellent health. His
daughter always believed that the
shock of fndipo \ ~. b,,rLo,d :14
great Wickedness had killed him. al
though she also wondered if it brought.
back to his memory some long-past
sorrow of his own From that day.
now sixteen years ago, Dolores became
an altered woman. She accepted the
fact that her husband deserted her for
Lola. There was no other solution of
the mystery; no news came from him.
He was, of course, ashamed to write:
he could have nothing to say to his de-
serted wife. A certain hardness and
GOODNESS that had been foreign to- Lady
Allanmore's nature gradually crept in,
to it. Her father was dead, and she
made up her mind to go away from the
place where she had suffered the most
cruel indignity that could fall to a wo-
mans lot. Every one in the neighbour
hood knew that she had loved Sir Karl
every enc knew that he had deserted
her. and for whom. She would go
where none of her friends would be
able to find her. She would leave
Scarsdale, never to re-enter it. Sir
Karl would come back when he was
tired wandering. She would not touch
one farthing of his income-she was
rich enough without that-and. fur
thermore, she would renounce his
name. She would drop her title, and
call herself Mrs. Cliefden.
Dolores had not intended to have
one familiar face near her which would
recall the unhappy past; but she could
not refuse Frodsham, so she took him
with her. She babe no farewells: she
was tired of condolences. tired of sym
pathy, tired even of kindness. She
longed to be away. She bore the
brand-so shameful to all good and
pure Woman-of a deserted wife, and
she loathed it; she shrank from the
sympathetic looks she saw on the kind
~ faces of old friends. If they would
but leave her alone, let her suffer in
silence, let her bear her own griefs un-
disturbed! She longed with an unut
terable longing to be free, to go where
no one knew her to take her children
where their sweet lips should never
learn even to pronounce the names that
had been of such evil omen to her.
Dolores was living in Paris when she
heard that the Villa Baira was to let.
and it occurred to her that Florence
would be very suitable place of resi-
dence for her. There she would have
every opportunity of educating her
daughters, and at the same time would
find haven Of rest and the happiness
to be derived from a lovely climate and
beautiful scenery.
SO to the Villa Baira, as to a haven