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

ing as fresh and blooming as q rosebud.
How beautiful you are, Rose she
said, only it makes me SILVER to look
at your neck and arms. You'll wear your
wooden sack, besides your shawl and
| cloak, won't you?"
Nonsense, I'm not going to be bun
died up this, way, for don't you see it
muses. the lace,' said Rose, refusing the
warm sack which Jenny brought her.
A rap at the door and call from
Henry that the carriage was waiting
ended the conversation, and throwing
on their cloaks and hoods, the girls de-
scended to the hall, where, with unusual
tenderness, Henry caught up his invalid
sister, and, drawing the veil closely over
her face, carried her to the covered
sleigh, so that her feet might not touch
the icy walk.
'What? Rose Lincoln here?' exclaimed
half a dozen voices as Rose bounded
into the dressing-room.
Eyes, Rose Lincoln is here" she re-
piled, gayly, divesting herself of her
wrapping. I'm not going to die just
yet, [ guess, neither am l going to be
housed up all winter. The fresh air has
done me good already-see," and she
pointed to a bright, round spot which
| burned her cheek.
A young girl, whose family had one
| by one fallen victims to the great New
| England plague, consumption, shuddered
and turned away, for to her eye the
glow which Rose called health was but
the hectic bloom of death.
How beautiful she is.' said more than
one, as with her accustomed grace Rose
entered the brilliant drawingroom And
| truly Rose was beautiful that night, but
like the gorgeous foliage Of the fading
autumn, twas the beauty of decay, for
death was written on her blue-veined
brow, and lurked amid the roses on her
cheek. But little thought she of that,
as with smiling lip and beaming eye she
received the homage of the admiring
throng.
Just then Ida and Mary were an
nounced. Both Aunt Martha and Ida
had taken great pains to have their
young friend becomingly dressed, and
she looked unusually we'll in the en-
! broidered muslin skirt, satin waist and
blonde bertha which Aunt Martha had
insisted upon her accepting as a present.
The rich silken braids of her luxuriant
hair were confined at the back of her
finely formed head with a golden arrow,
which, with the exception of a plain band
of gold on each wrist, was the only Or
nament she wore. This was her first in
PRODUCTION to the gay world but so keen
was her perception of what was polite
and proper that none would ever have
suspected it; and yet there was about
her something so fresh and unstudied,
that she had hardly entered the room
ere many were struck with her easy, I'M
| eff fol +ho
practiced airs of the city bellies.
Ella watched her narrowly, whispering
aside to Henry how sorry she felt for
poor Mary, she was so verdant, and real
| ly hoped she wouldn't do anything very
awkward, for 'twould mortify her to
| death! but look" she added, ''and see
how many people Ida is introducing her
| to-
! "Of course, why shouldn't she?" asked
| Henry; and Ella replied:
Il don't know-it seems so funnyj to
see Mary here, doesn't it?"
Before Henry could answer, a young
man of his acquaintance touched his
| shoulder, saying: Lincoln, who is that
| splendid-looking girl with Miss Selden?
l haven't seen finer face in Boston for
many a day"
| 1ndI: Ou, lHdI MISS HOWARD. from
| Chicopee An intimate friend of our
| family. Allow me the pleasure of in
PRODUCING you" and Henry walked away
| leaving Ella to the tender mcrcies of
Rose, who, as one after another Quilted
her side and went over to the enemy"
grew very angry, wondering if folks were
bewitched, and hoping Ida Seldom felt
better, now that she'd made so many
notice her protegc.'
Later in the evening, William Bender
came, and Immediately Jenny began to
talk to him of Mary, and the impression
she was making. Placing her hand
Familiarity upon his arm, as though that
were its natural resting place, she led
him toward a group, of which Mary
seemed the center of attraction. Near
her stood Henry Lincoln, redoubling his
fatterng compliments in proportion as
Mary grew colder and more reserved in
her manner toward him. Silly and con-
ceited as he was, he could not help no.
ticing how differently she received Will
lam Bender from what she had himself.
But all in good time" thought he,
glancing at Ella. to see how she was at
fected by his desertion of her and his
Irritation with her sister. She was stand
ing little apart from any one, and with
her elbow resting upon Il marble stand,
her cheeks flushed, and her eyelashes
moist with the tears she dare not shed.
she was watching with feelings in which
more of real pain than jealousy was min
gled, for Ella was weak and simple
hearted, and loved Henry Lincoln far
better than such as he deserved to be
loved.
''Of what are you thinking, Ella:"
asked Rose, who finding herself nearly
alone, felt willing to converse with al
most anyone
At the sound of her voice Ella looked
up, and coming quickly TO her side, said
It's so dull and lonesome here, l wish
I'd stayed at home"
In her heart Rose wished so, too, but
she was too proud to acknowledge it,
and feeling unusually kind toward Ella,
whose uneasiness she readily understood
she replied: ''Oh, l see you are jealous