Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1901-06-27

udu UctA trying lot cnance TO thank
George, but now when she attempted to
do SO he prevented her by saying:
oh! don't-don't-I can imagine all
you wish to say and hate to be thanked.
!. Rose and | are particular friends, and it
afforded me q great deal Of pleasure to
| purchase it for her-but," he added,
gIancing at his watch, Il must be excus-
ed now, as promised to call upon my
| ward
Who's that?" asked Jenny, and
George replied that it was Miss Hern-
don, who had accompanied him from
New Orleans, to visit her aunt, Mrs.
Russell.
He says she's an heiress, and very
beautiful" rejoined Ida, seating herself
at the piano
= Instantly catching at the words heir
ess' and beautiful Henry started up,
asking IF it would be against all the
rules of propriety for him to call upon
| her thus early
Il think it would was Georges brief
answer, while Mary's eyes flashed scorn-
fully upon the young man, who, rather
crestfallen, announced himself reaGS- to
listen to Ida, whom he secretly styles IAN
old maid because since his first remem-
branee she had treated him with perfect
Indifference
That night before retiring the three
girls sat down by the cheerful fire in
Mary's room to talk over the events of
the day, when Mary suddenly asked Ida
to tell her truly if it were not George who
had paid her bills at Mount Holyoke.
What a silly girl" said Ida. ''He was
al IL. -
why do you care?'
Il do not like being so much indebted
to anyone" was Mary's reply, and yet
in her secret heart there was a strange
feeling of pleasure in the idea that
George had thus cared for her, for would
he have done so if She dared not I'm
ish that question even to hersef-dared
not ask if she hoped that George More
land loved her one-half as we'll as she
began to think she had always loved him.
Why should he, with his handsome per-
son and princely fortune, love one so I'M
worthy, and so much beneath him? And
then, for the first time, she thought Of
her changed position since last they met
Then she was poor, obscure school mis-
tress-now fattered, caressed and an
heiress. Years before, when a little pau
pei dL OlIiNOpSC, SLIe IClL III lll4h5
that George should know how destitute
she was, and now in the time of her
prosperity she was equally DESTROYS that
he should, for a time at least, remain ig-
norant of her present condition.
Ida" said she, lifting her head from
the table, docs George know that l am
Mrs CampbelPs niece"
NO" answered Ida. 81 wanted to tell
l, h,,+ +bo ia hpttnY
not
Don't, then" returned Mary, and re-
Stunning her former position she fell into
deep reverie, from which she was at
last aroused by Jenny's asking ''if she
intended to sit up all night"
The news that George Moreland had
returned and bought Rose Lincoln's piano
besides several other articles, spread
rapidly, and the day following his ar
rival Mary and Ida were stopped in the
street by a group of their companions,
who were eager to know how George
bore the news that his betrothed was so
i'll, and if it was not that which brought
him home so soon; and then the CONVEX
sation turned upon Miss Herndon, the
New Orleans lady who had that morning
appeared in the street; "And don't you
H.. y
Lincoln was dancing attendance upon
her? If / were you" turning to Mary,
''Pd caution my sister to be a little wary
Of him. But let me see, their marriage
is to take place soon?
Mary replied that the marriage was
postponed indefinitely, whereupon the
girls exchanged meaning glances and
passed on. In less than twenty-four
Of ELIAS acOuaiDtanpaq were
talking Of her discarding Henry on ac-
count of his fathers failure, and saying
'that they expected it, twas like her"
Ere long the report in the shape of a
coincidence, reached Henry, who, caring
but little what reason was assigned for
the broken engagement, 50 that he got
we'll cut of it, assumed a much-lnjured
air, but said she reckoned he should man
age to survive then, pulling his sharp
pointed collar up another story, and
brushing his pet mustache, wherein lay
most Of his mind, he walked up street,
and, ringing at Mrs. RusselPs door, ask
ed for Miss Herndon, who, vain as beau
tiful, suffered his attentions, not because
she liked him in the least, but because
she was fond of f1attery, and there was
something exceedingly gratifying in the
fact that at the North, where she fancied
the gentlemen to be icicles, she had so
soon made a conquest. 1t mattered not
that Mrs. Russell told her his VOWS were
plighted to another. She cared nothing
for that. Her life had been one long
series of conquests until now, at %, there
was not in the whole world a more fin
ished or heartless coquette than Eyron
Herndon (To be continued)