Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1903-06-19
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nam. Mrs. CleRdenon, in quiet house
hold employments, fills I'D the aching
VOID OF her daughters absence. Grace
IN pursuance of the charge Lulu has left
her, hnds much of her leisure emploved
IN scenes and undertakings that gently
divert her mind from her own troubles
to those of others. Under it all the
wound that time has only scared lies hid
den, as near as she can hide it, from the
probing of careless fingers.
captain Clcndenon shuts himself up in
his dusty law office with his red-tape
| documents and law books. OF late he
has covered himself with glory in the
winning OF a difficult suit at law. and
NorfolK is loud in praise of the one-arm-
ed soldier, the manned hero who has
grown into such an erudite lawyer He
takes the adulation very quietly "-The
time has passed when he sighed for
praise" y shadow lies darkly on his
llte-the shadow of Grace Wnans' I'M
happiness. In that strong, pure heart
OF his, no selfish wish for his own hap
plness ever intrudes. Had peace folded
his white wings over her fair head she
would long ago have become to his high.
honorable heart, thing apart from his
life, as something fair and lovely that
was dead; and with her safe in the shell
ter of another mans love he would have
tutored his heart to forget her
He sat alone in his office one day, his
head bowed idly over Blackstone, his
thoughts far away, when the sharp graf
ing OF wheels on the street outside start
led him into rising and glancing out of
the window. She was sprnging from
her little pony phaeton, and in another
moment came fitting down the steps and
into the room like a ray of sunshine.
"Moping, are your" she asked, with
her head on one side, and glimmer of
her old-time 'jaunty grace.
MOT exactly" he answered, cheerfully
bowling over the gloved hand she extend
ed with frank sweetness-"only think
| ing; our life is too short for moping.'
Are you busy?" glancing, as he of
fered her q seat, at the table Uttered
with books and papers.
Not at all; l am at your service" he
replied
Il want to talk to you; but-excuse
me-your office looks so gloOmy-makes
me blue" she shivered little. rs your
mother quite wel?'
"Quite well-thanks. Will you not go
up and see her?-or shall | bring her
DOWN.
"Thanks-neither, I believe. I saw
her day or two since, and | am come
on business now. Captain Clendenon,
is it quite CONNIE il faut for a lady to
ask you to take drive? If So my phae-
ton is at your service. l want to ask
you something; l cannot here. Some of
your tresome clients may disturb me.
The soft appealing eyes and voice work
their will with this infatuated man. 1t
she had asked him to lie down under the
hOofs of her cream-white ponies and be
trampled on, | fear he would have done
it. A mans love for woman sometimes
rises above it's ordinary righteousness IN
to the sublimity of pathos, and now little
it is for him to consent to sit by her
side and hear those magical tones, per-
haps give some advice to that ever rest
less young spirit. He calls his office
boy, takes his hat, and goes. Presently
they are rolling over one of Norfolk
handsome drives.
Il have beSn over to Portsmouth this
morning." she says, in the midst OF their
small talk Il visited some friends, ana
we went down and saw the beautiful
grounds of the Naval Hospital-what
handsome building it is. We were all
talking of that dreadful fever at Mem
phis," she resumes, constrainediy. wv hat
swift progress it Is making The news
paper accounts of 1t are just terrible
heart-rending, indeed, and they are so
| fearfully in need of nurses and money
L have sent them small sum--'a mere
| drop in the ocean.
so have l." he answers, white to the
| 50 inc
| She gives him Il fitting glance, tanning
| herself theoretically the while. y use
| less proceeding, for the sea breeze, that
| hutters her fair curls like golden Dan
ners. is simply delicious.
II heard something about you over
| thcrc." she ventures. "One always has
to go abroad to hear news from nome,
Won know. | heard wonder You did
| not tell me of it yourself-that you ana
your mother are going next week to
! Memphis to help to nurse the fever pa
TENTS Is this true:
1T is perfectly true. Mrs. WinanS."
II know" she resumes. why you have
NOT told me. You feared l would want
to 90. too. and so kept it from me IN
your good. true. brotherly love; but in
! This case" smiling willfully up into his
disturbed face. your painstakins has
| bean Loves Labor Lost | have been
making my mind up to go all along and
now | mean to make the trip there under
the protection of your mother ana your
/ self-if YOU will permit 9ne.
| The murder is out. She looks away
from him demurely waiting his reply,
| 1t comes, full of Il shocked horror.
Mrs. Winans, are you mad?
..\,+ ~ oil. are Won? | am quite n 5
strong, quite as able TO help those poor
sufferers, as your mother is; and yet you
do not think she is mad, she answers
/ half offended.
NO; for she has had the fever. and SO
have /. You have heard of the fever
| that desoated Norfolk and Portsmouth
| in 1855? Mother and l both had the
yellow fever in its worst form then, SO
YOU see it is perfectly safe and our
hounden duty for us to SO to the relief
of those poor sufferers. But you are
frail and delicate yourself You have
never had the fever; you are not acci-
mated there. aud would only fall a vic