Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1903-02-26

understand each other even better
than now.
Sir Arthur a. Leah were quite will
| ing; they we're even delighted. Lean
liked the Abbey better than any other
place on earth, because she most i'm.
plicitly believed that 1t was there Sir
Basil had learned to love her. She
should see gain tie marble Undine
with its grace and beauty, and the
rppling waters that had sung that
night of love.
August found them at Dene, well
and happy, without the faintest knowl.
edge Of the doom that was fast draw.
ing nigh The Abbey was built near
Southwood a pretty town on the
slope Of green HILL and so close to
the sea that when the tide rose high
some Of the little houses were not I'M
frequently in danger. The little town
ran up the hill after quaint fashion
Of It's own. and the houses seemed to
climb with the social position of those
who occupied them. The fishermen
and the boatmen lived at the base;
but nearer to the summit stood the
pretty villas inhabited by the gentry
picturesque little houses half buried
in foliage and overlooking the bound.
| less, restless sea.
Partly on account of it's bracing air,
and partly because he at times had a
few engagements in the neighbor-
/ ii
years made this place his home His
health was bad, bis spirit broken,
his means were small, his life was
spoiled, saddened, blighted, his heart
restless and embittered. 1t seemed
that only hatrd kept him alive
hatred that burned in his heart more
yirulently than eyer-hatred OF all
rule, all authority. The spirit and
courage of his youth had left him. For
four years he had lived In cottage
standing alone on the slope of the hill.
When the tide was in, and one looked
from the upper windows, 1t seemed as
though the house almost hung over the
sea. 1t was called RoseWalk, be.
cause the hedges of the lane in which
| 1t stood were covered with roses.
| R0sewalk was one of the beauties OF
Southwood; and here where the muir
muir of waves mlled him to rest and
the song of the birds woke him in the
early morning, Martin Ray made his
home.
AS he sat watching the crimson sun.
set over the waves, what visions
came to him! His life had all gone
wrong. He had intended to make for
himself place In history, and he had
mistaken sef-love and selfinterest
for patriotism. Most of all, as he
sat hour after hour watching the blue
sea from the rose-wreathed windows
he brooded over the loss of his daugh'
ter, the child that had voluntarily left
his side and chung to a stranger. lie
never forgot that scene. The names
Of his daughter and of the hated
stranger had never been breathed;
vet, when the crimson sun sunk into
the neighboring villas, she sung in the
dream of amber Skies it was of his
beautiful Leah he dreamed and
thought, the child whom he had in
tended to succeed him.
A man like Martin Ray is soon lost
TO memory lie lives on popular agi
tation: and when strength and health
fail him, and he can no longer gt
among the people with words thai
fret and stir" he is soon forgotten
Martin had few friends; his name was
no longer a tower of strength, HI
learned In that beautiful home by tht
sea some Of the most bitter lessons
The ono Joy of his life was his fair
sweet Hctte-the child who loVet
him with such faithful tender love
who had devoted her life to him since
she made her choice five years before
He could not have lived without her
Hcttio n}nde the most of her educa
ton; she gave lessons to the children
of the welto people who lived Il
the neighboring vilals, she sung in thu
fine old Norman church. she mad,
lpretty little sketches Of the loNeh
scenes around them and 50 earned
money enough to supply her tathe
with all that he needed, Il was char
actcrstic of him that he never noticed
his DAUGHTERS shabby dress or he
worn shoes. She gave him uure
scrtedly all she had-her love, he
mcnoy. her time, and her attention
Ehe only break that ever came to Tia,
monotony ot her life was when he
father eoins cut on business. tool