Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1902-04-24


the green room" the EOusekeeper ex-
Iplained. Gwen when the family are
aC home it is seldom used; and l
thought you would be more comfort
able here than in the larger rooms.
You can use it just as you will; ana
lyCur sleeping-rOOm is the one above
it Ny cousin informed me that you
eible."
you are very good to me-" said
Angela, gratefully.
Angela took possession of the green
room, and made herself as happy as
possible. At her will she wandered
over the great rooms of the house;
but she took especial delight in the
library, which contained many rare
books. But for the books, her life
would have been lonely one. The
servants never intruded upon her;
Mrs. Bowen came at rare intervals,
but never remained long. Angela
had therefore plenty of time in which
to think of all that had happened and
conjecture what the future was
likely to bring. She had decided
upon one thing-nOthing should ever
induce her, even if a new will were
made, to live under the same roof
with the captain.
Nor shall my mother either" she
said to herself. But as to how she
could manage this she could form no
idea. Il am alone in the darkness, .
she said; but light will come"
She little dreamed how or in what
way.
One morning Mrs. Bowen broke in
upon her solitude.
Miss Charles" said she. 81 am
going through the picture-gallery this
morning. Would you like to see it?
There are some very fine pictures in
it; but most Of the collection is
modern. There are few works of the
lOld masters
Il should like very much to inspect
lit replied Angela.
Then come with me now, please"
What fine gallery!' exclaimed
Angela, as she and Mrs. Bowen reach
ed the long, lofty, well-lighted room.
THAT was the late Lord Arleigh, >"
said the hOuse-Eeeper, drawing near
to large portrait; and Angela found
herself looking at a kindly, gentle
face, not handsome, but with a touch
To- melancholy in it's expression.
Il like that face" remarked Ar
lgela, it is good one"
Yes, but melancholy" said Mrs.
Bowen. The shadow of an early
death was always on the earPs face.
This is Lady Arleigh" added the
house-keeDer, pointing to the por-
tlatt of a lady. My lady is not
beautiful" observed Mrs. Bowen,
but she is very NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS.
ing.
1T is certainly a striking face"
agreed Angela, and then they passed
on.
The hOusekeeper had examined the
hangings of the windows, and while
she did so, she left Angela to wander
at her will. All the best modern
artists were well represented
Mtllais and OuIess, Alma Tadema.
s.
Presently her attention was attracted
by large painting hanging in an
IalcOYe, and she stood before it. look
ing at it in silence. It was the
portrait of a handsome young man;
and why it impressed her so much
was because the face resembled that
OF her own father. The proud,
princely head was covered with
clusters of golden hair, and the slight
lmuStache, hiding a mouth that was
beautiful as a wOman's. was of a
dark hue. Angela stood looking at
the picture with delight
Mrs. Bowen" she asked at last.
whose portrait is this?"
The hOusekeeper came I'm to her
with a smile on her face, as though
she were well pleased 20 answer the
question
That is the present earl: he is
away with my lady in Italy"
The present earl" echoed Angela.
She was about to remark that he re-
sembled her father very much. but
she refrained. What is his name ~
"Glenarvon Arleigh," was the
reply; but my lady and Lady Maud
always call him Glen"
l like the name" she said, SLOWLY.
ana he is in Italy, Mrs. Bowen?"
Yes. miss; they are all there. and
| am afraid they will stay for some
time longer yet"
Angela thought to herself that it
was not at all a misfortune; for if
the family had been at home, she
could not have sought refuge at
BrantOme Hall.
After that morning she went often
10 the picture-gallery. The great at
traction Of the place was the portrait
III which she saw some slight re-
Semblance to her father. She liked
10 stand before it, to gaze at it ana
recall the beloved face. The re-
semblance was great in the laughing
Que eyes and the contour of the
oroW. She never thought of the
original; the picture had a fascina-
tlon for her because it reminded her
OF her father. None the less, the
race or Glenarvon, Lord Arleigh. stole
INTO Angela's heart and made part
OF her dreams, though without any
reference to the young lord himself
CHAPTER XVI.
The days passed on. and still nc