Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1901-11-21

"Oh. mother darling, never mind all
that! Speak one word from your
heart to me-" cried Angela. Say
that you love me, that you are sorry
to leave me. that you are sorry our
happy past is ended"
"Of course. my dear Angela, I feel
losing you very much indeed; but, as
I said. we shall be back very soon.
Mind, my darling! Do not crush the
marabouts, They are so delicate
too delicate. ! think And see, my
dearest Angela-dO pray forgive me,
but your tears will destroy my lace"
ooh, mother, mother" sobbed the
girl, in the bitterness Of her wounded
love, Of you would but forget these
things and think Of me. You never
cared so much for dress before"
81 never had to please such fastidi-
Gus eyes, my dear" she replied, with
blushing smile; ''the captain IS
really a connoisseur in dress. shall
bring you back some very handsome
presents"
Bring back yourself beautiful and
happy; bring back your heart full Of
love for me; I want nothing mOre!"
81 must go now, my darling An
CELIA. Goodbye"
There were tears in her eyes when
she kissed her daughters face. Just
for the moment she forgot even the
marabout feathers and delicate lace
while she held Angela in her arms;
but she did not understand the passion
ate cry of love, longing, and despair
that rose from the girls heart.
"You will come and say Goodbye
to the captain, Angela?" she whis-
pered.
And, to please her mother, she went
down among the wedding guests.
Her step-father was standing in the
hall, handsome and smiling, graceful
and courteous. His smile deepencd
when he saw her; there was some
thing of triumph and citation in it. She
went up to him and held out her
hand. Up to this time he had been
all that was courteous and deferential
in his manner to her. She saw at
once that a change had come over
him, and she understood it's full sig
nificance. He was sure of his posi-
! ton now. and need never again seem
to solicit her good graces. He looked
! at her with a supercilious smile and
spoke in a careless fashion.
Goodbye, Captain Wynyard" she
said 81 hope you will bring my
mother back looking as we'll and as
! happy as she does now"
81 hope So" was the indifferent re-
ply Goodbye. Angela. You will be
at the Abbey. of course, to meet us
On our return
No words could have been cooler
no manner more studiousIy indiffer
! emit
oh mother" she cried to herself
ito think of what you have done"
Angela stood among the guests
while the carriage drove off amidst a
shower of rice and old slippers Then
with a heavy heart. she shut herself
in her room and was seen no more
that day.
| Lady Laura had made every ar,
rangement for her comfort and con
venience. She had invited Miss Jane
| son, a second cousin of hers, to stay
| with her daughter while she was
abroad. They were to remain in Lon.
| don two or three days longer while
| the household was arranged and set
in order; then they were to go to the
Abbey. Angela longed with her whole
| heart for the old home and the sweet
| green country.
| IF we had not left it," she sighed
to herself my mother would never
have seen him. and we should have
lived on happily"
! Although she never discussed her
mothers second marriage with Miss
Jameson. Angela saw that it was very
distasteful to her Miss Jameson was
an elderly lady possessed of both
sense and discernment She was one
of those, too, who had seen something
in the past season of Gladys Rant
and Captain Wynyard; also she haC
q shrewd idea that he had married
her beautiful relative for her money
She understood the sadness and gloon
that fell over Angela; she understood
the listless, languid manner, although
no word on the subject was ex
changed between them.
When the confusion of the wedding
was over. and Rood House had re
turned to it's normal quiet. the two la
dies went to the Abbey.
1t seemed to Angela that the pictur
esQue old building had never looked
so bright and cheerful The arden
rays of the sun brought into promi
nent relief the battlemented tower
and bold outline OF the building
Never TO her had the green. ripplin;
foliage looked so fresh: never had tn
grass had such an emerald hue. Tn
! gardens were in their full beauty; III
! roses hung in richest profusion; tn
air was sweet with the breath of flow
ers-tall white lilies, Glove carna
tons, purple beliotrope, sweet mign9r
cite.
But a shadow fell over the life o
Angela Rooden. This grand old hom
her fathers home-wouId never b
hers in the same way again. TIL
brightness would be clouded. It's beau
" married by the constant presence 0
i the man she disIiked. 1t would be
constant source of agony TO her to Sc
him there. to hear his voice. to endur
the restraint of his presence.
Home will be home no more" sh
; said to herself; and the words prove