Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1901-06-20
CHAPTER XXX.

On the same day when Rose Lincoln
left Boston for Glenwood Mrs. Campbell
sat in her own room, gloomy and de-,
pressed. For several days she had not
been we'll, and besides that Elias engage
ment with Henry Lincoln filled her heart
with dark forebodings, for rumor said
that he was unprincipled and dissipat-
ed, and before giving her consent Mrs.
Campbell had labored long with Ella,
who insisted That che was no worse than
other young men-most of them drank
occasionally, and Henry did nothing
morew
On this afternoon she had again con-
versed with Ella, who angrily declared
that she would marry him even if she
knew he'd be a drunkard, adding, But
he won't be. He loves me better tt an
all the world, and l shall help him to re-
form"
Il don't believe your sister would mar
ry him." continued Mrs. Campbell, who
was becoming much attached to Mary.
II don't believe she would either, and
for good reason, too," returned Ella,
pettishly jerking her long curls. "But l
can't see why you should bring her up,
for he has never been more than polite
to her, and that he assured me was who'll
ly on my account"
"She isn't pleased with your engage
mentw said Mrs. Campbell, and ELLA
replied:
"Well, what Of that? It's nothing to
her, and l didn't mean she should know
it, but Jenny, like little tattler, must
needs tell her, and so she has read me a
two hours sermon on the subject. she
sI.>SA t.oE
to thing of her, and when she and Henry
are together they look so funny that al
most believe she wants him herself but
she can't have him-no, she can't have
him." and secure in the belief that she
was the first and only object of Hen;y's
affection, Ella danced out of the room to
attend to the seamstress who was del ing
her plain sewing.
After she was gone Mrs. Campbell fell
asleep, and for the first time in many a
long year dreamed of her old home in
England. She did not remember it her.
self, but she had so often heard it de-
scribed by the aunt who adopted her that
now it came wildly before her mind, with
it's dark stone walls it's spacious grounds,
terraced gardens, running vines and
creeping roses. Something about it, too,
reminded her of what Ella had once said
of her mothers early home, and when
she awoke she wondered that she had
never questioned the child more concern
ing her parents. She was just lying back
again upon her pillow when there was
gentle rap at the door, and Mary How
ards soft voice asked permission to come
in.
Yes, do" said Mrs. Campbell. Per
haps you can charm away my headache,
which is dreadful"
IN try" answered Mary. Shall
read to you?'
IF you please; but first give me my
salts. You'll find them there in that
drawer"
Mary obeyed, but started as she open
ed the drawer, for there, on the top, lay
Il small old-fashioned miniature of fair
young child, so nearly resembling Frankly
that the tears instantly came to her eyes.
what is it," asked Mrs. Campbell,
and Mary replied:
This picture-so much like brother
Frankly. May l look at it,"
Certainly" said Mrs. Campbell THAT
is picture of my sister"
For long time Mary gazed at the
sweet, childish face. which, with its clus-
tering curls, and soft brown eyes, looked
to her so much like Frankly. At last.
turning to Mrs Campbell, she said, You
must have loved her very much. What
was her name?''
ELLA Temple" was Mrs. Campbelrs
reply, and Mary instantly exclaimed:
why, that was my mothers name"
Your mother, Mary. your mother?"