Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1901-10-12

| drink out OF the S1IEer-bOund gOurd
which always hung there Sir" with
out a moments hesitation, might I
have job of work in your hos fields?
We have come from the city-motiler
and there's no living to be picked up
there, and my mother is ailing, and we
thought the smell, of the hops might do
her good. Please, sir, we'd work cheap,
if only we might sleep in the barn and
have bit of something to eat between
whiles"
Il don't want you to work cheap"
said the squire, assuming an aspect of
unwonted grufness to cover the SYM
pathetic thrill in his voice. 81 never
grudged moneys worth for good, honest
work. AS for the barn, my horsekeeper
can put you UP in one Of the vacant
back chambers over the kitchen, and
there's always enough to eat at Pendsx-
ter Farm"
'Pendexter Farm y
The woman, who had been sitting on
the messy cattle trough, slowly lifted
her head here and pushed back her worn
sunbonnet
''Where are we, Isora? Whittier have
we come? I knew man named Pen
'"r once. who"
eyes" said the~squire, who had given
little start at the first sound of thar
! low contralto voice. 1T was I, Clara
Caprivi! To think that fate should
have brought us together again after
all these years!'
/ he pale woman struggled to her feet
and clutched at her daughters slim.
strong arm.
LET us go, Isora," said she. eve
We have made mistake Give me ny
shawl. Quick. Let us gop'
But, mother, why?" soothed the girl
who scarcely as yet comprehendcd all
this byplay. Don't. you hear what the
gentleman says? We can have work
here, and food and shelter. Mother,
sit down again! You are trembling all
| over!'
Il tell you, child, you don't know
said impatient Clara, possessed with
sort of wild, unreasoning terror. eve
we must gop'
Clara" said the squire, he himself
| assuming the direction of affairs, 'the
child is right Let bygones be bygones
You don't suppose l would turn you
from my door?"
Clara looked into his face.
Have you forgiven me, then?" said
She
Forgiven you? Yes, years and years
ago. Let us be friends again, Clara"
For his heart ached to see how pale
and wan she was-how haggard were
her cheeks, and how like smouldering
fires the light burned in the sunken
eyes.
She told him all that afternoon, while
pretty Isora was stripping the clustered
hops from the vines, with dozen girls
as pretty and as blooming as herself,
how her life had been an ainless wreck;
how Carlo Caprivi had been no count,
after all, but nameless pretender, with
neither honesty nor money; how he had
left her, with the baby Isora on her
hands to shift as best she might for her
self, and was killed in a gambling
brawl; how she had struggled on for
years, constantly feeling herself less
able to wage unequal warfare with the
world.
Clara said the Squire, when she
had finished, why didn't you come to
me? ?"
Because l had wronged you so deep
ly," she faltered
"You might have known 1 would have
been kind, even to Caprivi's child Well
it doesn't matter now. You are here,
and you must stay here. Do you hear
me, Clara? Must Bless my heart!
You'll grow strong in these country
breezes, and that pale girl of yours will
| get color in her face"
So they stayed at the Pendexter Farm
and beautiful Isora Caprivi grew fahrer
to look upon with every passing day.
Clara said the blunt squire one
day, that girl of yours is pretter than
ever you were"
Il know it, said Nine Caprivi
And as she spoke the words pang
of jealousy struck sharply through her
heart. Yet was it not natural enough
that Squire Pendexter should take note
of Isora's opening loneliness?
And in her room that night Clara
wrestled with her own heart and con-
quered it.
He will marry Isora," she told her
self. ''Isora is beautiful, and he is in
the prime of life. 1t is as it should be-
While II am only wreck. waiting on
the shore of time for the usual bi1low
to come and sweep me away. God bless
his noble heart God bless my sweet
souled girl. And God grant that they
may be happy together for many, many
long and happy years.
The squire came to Madame Caprivi
the next day with rather an embarrassed
face at is coming" thought Clara !;
81 knew it would GOMEZ
Clara said he, 1--WE question to
ask you"
She held out her hand with smile.
ASK it then, freely" she said gra-
ciously.
Should be making fool of myself,
if, at my age. were to rnarry!"
GVot, would he do;0U the most Or00er