Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1901-11-25

Never to her had the green, ripping
foliage looked so fresh; never had the
grass had such an emerald hue. The
gardens were in their full beauty; the
roses hung in richest profusion; the
air was sweet with the breath of flow
ers-tall white lilies, Glove carna-
tons, purple heliotrope, sweet mignon-
cite.
But a shadow fell over the life of
Angela Rooden. This grand old home
her fathers home-would never be
hers in the same way again. The
brightness would be clouded, it's beau
ty marred by the constant presence of
the man she disliked. 1t would be a
constant source Of agony to her to see
him there to hear his voice, to endure
the restraint of his presence.
Home will be home no more" she
said to herself; and the words proved
to be only too true.
CHAPTER XIV.
A beautiful evening in August, when
the summer is at it's fairest and all
nature at its brightest; when the
fruit hangs ripe and luscious in the
orchards, and the wheat stands in the
fields and the earth yields it's precious
products with unstinted hand; when
the world seems all sunshine, fra
GRANGE and color The grand old Alb
hey never looked more beautiful than
it did this brilliant evening. The sun
was setting in the golden west, and
the light fell full upon the stately pile
ON the arched windows, On the ivy
clad walls and the fine old towers.
One could not look at the Abbey on
this August evening without thinking
Of it's ancient glories, and feeling what
halo of poetry and romance was
over those ancient walls.
This was the evening on which
bride and bridegroom were expected
home Letters had been received from
them announcing their intended re-
turn. Lady Laura Wynyard had writ
ten regularly to her daughter. The
Swiss lakes were perfection in her
eyes-Geneva and Lucerne, Zurich
and Interlachen, delightful places of
resort; the scenery was magnificent,
the weather all that could be desired,
the tour most enjoyable. But above
and before all was her husband-the
most perfect of men, the kindest, the
best, the dearest; there was no other
like him; and she was quite sure that,
when Angela knew him better, she,
too, would love him-all of which An
gela dismissed with a sigh. 1t was
natural enough for her mother to
write in this strain; but she could not
bear to read it. The last lelter said
they would return on the twentieth
of August, when everything must be
in readiness, and a recherche dinner
prepared for the captain. Lady Laura
Wynyard was not in the least olsen
chanted with respect to her idol; but
she had made the discovery that
good dinner was a great consolation
to him.
Miss Jameson smiled quietly when
Angela read that portion to her
81 will see the housekeeper," she
said. II understand what will please
a gentleman better than you do
Angela was glad to be relieved Of
the duty.
81 remember what papa liked she
remarked, with sigh; ''but his tastes
we're very simple"
Simplicity of taste does not char
acterize the captain" said Miss Jane
son, quietly; and then she went to
give instructions to the housekeeper.
The whole household was delighted
at their mistress marriage. Many Of
the servants still remained who had
been there in Sir Charles lifetime.
The housekeeper, a stately and impos-
ing parsonage, who had always con-
sidered Sir Charles in every sense OF
the world {. model man, was delighted
that her ladyship was married again,
and hoped the captain would be like
the old master The butler, too, whose
hair had grown gray in the service of
the family, was we'll pleased.
cit will be like old tines he said
to himself; but he had heard a few
stories of the captains Wild doings,
and he hoped her ladyship would keep
2 tight hand on the reins
AS the time drew near, Angela went
ont TO take her last look at the home
shat she felt would be home no more.
She walked slowly down to the great
gates Of the Abbey, and gazed down
he long and beautiful avenue of
chestnuts, her fathers fayorite prom
enade. It seemed to her almost as
though she could see his tall figure
and handsome face under the spread
ing bOughs.
She looked at the deep, wifi river.
and thought Of the boating and fish
ing he had SO enjoyed. There was the
uOat-house that he had designed and
built Every nook and corner, every
tree and flower, seemed to speak of
him 1t was he who had arranged the
handsome vases on the terraces,
which were filed with choice flowers.