Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1900-05-28
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ter to tell you the truth, though | an
afraid a great deal of MISCHIEF has
been done. You know that Kathleen
and have not asked you any questions
about England; we both knew that il
there was anything to tell you would
tell it in good time. But, mamma. to-
day, for the first time, we have heard
that there is something strange
Strange, Gertrude ?"-and Dolores
face was troubled
Eyes; but, darling mamma, never
mind what comes of it. Kathleen
and I are your devoted children; if
you say that we are to forget this,
and never ask any questions about it,
we will do so.
Il know that you are the best child
rem in the world" said Dolores; but
what is it you have heard, my dear?"
'.You know we went with the coun-
tess to see the Pitt palace, and one
room in it delighted us above all
others. Some of Raphael's most
beautiful Madonnas are there, and a
lovely .'Dolorosa' -ah, mamma, how
like your namely Fra Angelica.
Kathleen and [ stood before it for
long time. Other people were in
the room; and at last I saw group
| that I felt sure were English. Pres
emily we heard the sound of their
voices. I was right in my surmise,
for they spoke pure, beautiful Eng
| lish. The young gentleman walked
away to look at a picture at the other
side Of the large saloon, so that he
was at some distance from his mother.
l think she had grown tired, for she
sat down in one of the great chairs
and sighed. A few minutes after
ward she dropped her purse, and it
slid along the polished floor until it
came to my feet. Now, mamma, in
common politeness, could help pick
ing it up?"
No, my dear" said Dolores, gently
-"certainly not" She had always
taught her children to be attentive to
the aged.
Il did pick it up: and as a matter
of course, handed it to the owner.
My face flushed, and I felt very UNI
comfortable I knew that she was
English, and that you had forbidden
us to speak in such case. Madam, I
said, I think this is yours They
were very simple words, but the effect
upon her was something marvellous
She sprung up and caught me by both
hands with cry that rang through
the great saloon. But mamma, you
are growing paler and paler!"
go on, my DEAR said Dolores
never mind me"
She caught me by both hands, and
cried cut, Child, who are you, who
are your She was a beautiful lady,
mamma-quite' old, with a fine face
that had many lines on it-not fair
and smooth like yours and white
hair. When she held me and looked
at me, her eyes flashed. Who are
your she cried What is your name
you with Karl AElanmore's face
That was the name, I am sure. NAM
ma-Karl Allanmore"
She stopped abruptly, for with a lit
tie cry her mother had suddenly
buried her face in her hands.
Mamma began Gertrude
Go on, my DEAR" said faint, low
voice that she hardly recognized.
You have-you have indeed, she
said. You have Karl Allanmore's
face. What is your name? Harry,
come here My name is Gertrude
Cliefden, said. .Cliefden! she re-
peated. oh, Harry, we have found
them at last! Harry, come to me
/ have found them at last!' The
young Englishman came up and stood
looking with the utmost bewilder-
ment at us Harry she cried, is it
not marvellous? I have found them! Is
it possible that you do not recognize
them?' Mamma, listen. He went up
to Kathleen and looked at her-a
| long, steady gaze; then he said, I
| believe this is my old friend and
playfellow, Kathleen Rhysworth.
Kathleen shook her head i am Kath-
leen CHefden' she replied-'not Rhys-
worth. He looked with a puzzled air
at the lady, and then again at my
ejster. You are certainly my little
playfellow Kathleen, he said. L re-
member your face. Your eyes were
always sad. and you had dark curls
on your forehead A Rhysworth face,
said the lady-sshe always had it.
You know. Harry, the dear lady gave
up everything, even her name. Clief-
den was her maiden name Then she
seemed to think that perhaps she
had spoken imprudently, for she
looked at me with her quick eyes. Tt
may be- she said. that you know
nothing of your own or your mothers
history I know nothing whatever
l replied, except that my mother is
living and. my father is dead. She
repeated the word after me. Dead!
Oh, then he is really dead, is hep she
asked. Yes I said. He has been
dead ever since | remember. My;