Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1901-05-16

Continued.

A queen hdQ walked up anu uOWu
there, watching the moon perhaps
with sad, passionate eyes, watching
the sun with longing too great for
words How many hundred years
back was it since she did so, and
what was Philippa of Hainault like
Had her heart burned, like the hearts
of other women, with love? Had il
been torn, like the hearts of other wo
men, with jealousy?
ooh, dead queen" asked Violet
did you suffer as l have suffered?"
But the white moonlight lay where
Philippa of Hainault had walked, and
the trees told no secrets.
What was her husband doing on
this moonlit night? Then, looking at
the hand which bore no wedding-ring
she said to herself that she had no
husband, yet fell asleep to dream OF
her artist-lover as she had seen him
first in the woods of st. Byno's.
CHAPTER Xiv.
Three weeks had passed since
Violet came to Queens Elm. The
some measure to have entered into
her. There was dignified precision
about everything which was new to
her. All was so old to her; there was
sacrilege in the thought of everything
modern. The servants were old, and
had grown grey in the service of the
family; they were servants of the old
fashioned type, full of respect and
reverence for their superiorS. proud
enough of the state of life to which
they had been called, proud of being
good servants and serving good PEG
pie; there was no absurd aping Of
their betters. but quiet reliance or
themselves and their own claims tc
consideration.
Everything was so old. with such
an out-of-the-world glamour, that
Violet's youth and Violet's beauty
seemed almost out Of place. Never
theless she was soon beloved and
worshiped by the whole household,
Tfoy told her that her face was like
Sunshine; and they waited upon her
as thought she had been a queen.
Thank Heaven" said the mistress
Of Queens Elm to her one day, that
you are lady, my dear"
Violet started at the words, much
as though she had received a blow in
the face. Mrs. Ingram went on:
mo one knows what it is to live on
intimate terms with a person who is
not a lady. I have suffered much
from it. Of course, all those who
have been with me have had a certain
amount of polish; but in many cases
it has been like the veneer on com
mon wood"
Il am not a lady by birth" STAN
mered Violet. my father was only a
poor DOCTOR my aunt, who brought
me up, had very little to live upon;
she was only a governess."
Pardon me-" said the old lady
with a smile, you are a lady; you have
refined thoughts, your ideas are al
beautiful, dainty, and fanciful; yor
have principle, you have courage;
you can enter into the thoughts, the
hearts, the lives Of others; you are
sensitive to the very tip of YOU
pretty fingers, my dear; you neve,
jar upon one in any fashion. l say
that you are a lady"
Now why" thought Violet, Should
she judge me so differently from
Lady RIVERS, who called me vulgar
and ill-bred?"
II have an idea" said Mrs. Ingram
impressively, that. after all. the
truest aristocracy is that of nature
The world has divided men into
different classes; but nature has done
startling manner. Men are not equal
in fortune; they are still more I'm
equal in gifts of body and mind. Tt
my thinking, the noble by nature sur
pass the noble by birth; the two com
bined should produce perfection.
repeat that I thank Heaven that yo!
are a lady, that your ideas are al
can understand how constant associa
ton with a coarse minded or unre
fined person tortures one"
Then Violet began to understand
many things, and to see that Their,
was as much difference between
nature like Mrs. Migrants and that Of
Lady RIVERS, as there was between
cotton and silk. Lady RIVERS was b!
birth lady; Mrs. Ingram was lady
both by birth and nature.
You remind me-" said Mrs. Ingram
"of a gentleman who said that hi
thought the cawing of a rock was
musical sound. One of his nearer,
scornfully asked why. He repliet
that the whole music of nature, in
Guiding the song of birds. the rippl,
of streams, the murmur of the wind
formed one magnificent harmon,
which could not be judged by single
note, any more than the beauty of al
air could be Judge by the playing O
one note in it; so that the cawing O
rock. which was not music, perhaps
in itself. formed part of the gran,
harmony OF creation. II like manner
70 form a perfect world, there mus
be in it people of all kinds, al
natures, all temperaments, to max
the grand and perfect whole Yo
understand? ''
Yes" replied Violet; and to hel
self she added. 81 shall begin to thin
that | have come to school,"
1t was a good school. She had bee
too angry at Ryversdale to see an
good in any thing, far too angry
everything was hateful to her. Sh
did not see any honor even in that t
which honor Was due Here it wa