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

the shocking details with unhealthy
curiosity are wofully disappointed, Tor
there is no defense set up. 1t IS not even
a nine days. wonder, like most Things,
for two days after the announcement or
the decree in the papers, all the world
hears with amaZement and horror or the
fr,ghtful suicide Of Lord Herbert Ora
ham. ''This awful event has caused the
xreatest CONSERVATION in our fashionable
circles. among which Lord Herbert was
90 popular. He was only twenty-five,
with the promise of brilliant diplomatic
career before him, and no clue to the mo-
tive FOR suicide has been discovered"
says a society journal.
But three people knew better.
One of these is a woman living like
recluse in the heart of the country. She
reads the paragraph, and gnesses at once
who has wrought this evil work, and
dropping on her knees, puts up clasped
hands for her husband. Heaven for
Give him!" she prays, 'for he knew not
what he did!'
Elizabeth Payne, bound to the bedside
of her crippled mother, sees the news,
too and remembers the levity with which
Lady Aylmer spoke of these poor brains
OF beFLlG SudlCoIeU Luz uCI SdNS'
And in a suburban lodging house an
other woman pores over the account In
penny sensational paper that dwells on
the narrowing incidents with vivid real
Ism that thrills the reader with horror.
But when Bella has finished the para
sraph she laughs. "This will strike home
to you, Cain, and make you hate her, If
you don't do it already!' and, folding up
L. IL J. I.
1t carefully, and addresses it in her big,
bold writing to 'The Most Noble and
Marquis Of Ennisford, Athenaeum Club
Cairo does not prove a land flowing
with mental milk and honey to the fugi-
tive couple, neither do Alexandria Or
Malta, all Of which places they try.
Under the social ban," does not prom
ise cheerfullness, to say the least! And
Lord Ennisford, brimful of lnsular re-
serve and sensitiveness, shrinks from the
cool, unrecognizing stare his fair and
frail companion evokes from whole
host of fashionable tourists who swarm
on the banks of the Nile, and in the or
ange and lemon gardens of San Antonio.
Sulky with her, with himself, and with
the whole world in general, he hurrles
from spot to spot, seeking peace and find
ing none.
The golden day draws softly to close,
and million sweet sounds and perfumes,
fraught with the aroma Of the enchanted
south, steal through the open jalousies.
Lord Ennisford lies back in an easy
chair with decided shadow on the eyes
that stare rather blankly at luxuriant
orange tree, laden with golden fruit, that
stands in the center of the Pallazzo gar
den.
He is not we'll in mind or body-the fire
OF pleasurable sensation is fairly burnt
out, and from it's smoldering crater rises
q changed man; a man who, if he had
chance, would probably now make
model husband and father.
But the woman for whom he wrecked
his life hourishes like the green bay tree.
No single tint of her loneliness is faded,
for she is woman who knows how to
take care of herself.
Kingdoms may rise and fall-hre, pesti-
hence aud famine desolate the earth, the
closest friend drop dead by her side, but
Just the same-the supreme business of
her life is to take care of herself. No
human being can achieve more general
success than she has, but in the process
she has not left ray of glamour hang
ing about her face, her words, her ways,
10 the man whom she has enthraled and
ruined
Just as he wearies of his thoughts and
settles himself for a siesta the doors of
the spacious room are flung wide open,
and two footmen. carrying lights, enter;
behind them comes Lady Aylmer.
Going out again?" he remarks, indif-
ferently. He does not care, for his own
society is pleasanter to him than hers,
and that is not saying much for it.
Yes. 1t hangs all right, doesn't itT'
she asks. pirouetting like coryphee be-
fore the easy chair on which Lord Ennis
ford hes back inertly, with scornful, half
closed eyes, sending up volumes Of blue
smoke to the frescoed ceiling.
I'm not your modiste-ask your maid,
he answers, CURLY.
No: You are bear; an ml-tempered,
rude beari / say Ennisford, what on
earth made us think we could pull togeth-
sr1 We have not feeling or an idea
In common. What geese we were! When
I think of the past
The old wave of passionate heat fiushes
his white face, and his blue eyes gleam
up with a curious light. Her words have
reused the demon slumbering in his heart
The past--don't speak of it, for it
drives me just mad he exclaims, jump
Ing up from his lounge and gasping, as he
leaas a moment out Of the window
''Soi the retrospect doesn't please you,
my lord" she cries. mockingly, turning
aud looking him full in the face. '.Ah,
well!' and she gives a sigh of insuffer
able weariness. 1T can't tire you more
than it does ME this looking back. Why
on earth didn't we have our love passage,
live through it. and part when it was
cver-free, both of us, to go where we
listed? / don't think now. do you know,
Ennisford. that really cared to go away
with you like this. If you could have
persuaded your wife to divorce you now,
/ should have enjoyed being Duchess OF
Bramber by-and-by."
Stop that follyw he thunders. .Di-
vorce or no divorce, you would never
have been Warehouses of Ennisford,
much less Duchess OF Bramber! would
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