Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1903-07-31

Her hands set like a wise upon hiS
arm.
Discoveries" abe gasped, "what dis
coyeries?"
THAT some one climbed the pillar Of
the veranda nearest your window by
means Of the vines, and that the print
of horses hoofs is fresh in the soil OF
the linietraa walk that leads up to that
side of the house. Which faces incline
mo to your belief, that thieves have en-
tered the house."
"Lucian, l told you so,' she cried
wildly; ''it is true. There must have
been a plot to rob us while we were at
church. Don't you see?"
Lucian Courtlandt pressed his lips up
on the damp, pallid brow, and gently de-
posting the graceful form upon the cush-
ions of the sofa, he rose with the words:
You are over excited and tired, poor
child. You had better rest here to night.
We will leave Roscmont at daybrcak.
Nay, lie still; will send Diana to you"
She dared not demonstrate for fear OF
arousing the suspicious which she had
lulled into oblivion. SO she closed her
eyes with well-feigned WEAKNESS, and
Courtlandt left her to summon her
maid
No sooner had the door shut his man
ly figure from view when Sylphide start
ed up upon her elbow, her dilated eyes
burning with that deep red fire that one
sees in hungry VOLTS. She held her
breath and counted his retreating foot
steps, till they fell away into silence at
the extremity of the long hall. Then
she sprang to her feet, her pallid face
do, vi
brating like the rudey swept strings Of
n harp.
'Savedw she painted triumphantly;
saved! But what narrow escape.
have bridged the abyss with a straw,
and passed safely over. l shall be on
my guard in future; it can never happen
again. Were | to meet Oscar Coura-
mont hundred times, 1 should never
be such a fool again"
The exultant solloquy was cut short
by the abrupt opening of the door, and
a young mulatto girl, with a remarkably
pretty, keen face, entered. She paused
at sight of her mistress pacing to and
fro so excitedly. and Sylphide paused
also, fixing a sharp, questioning glance
upon her maid.
What Is it, Diana" she demanded,
swiftly; you have heard something; l.
see It in your face
II haven't heard anything, Missy
Sylph," replied the girl, ''but I've seen
something Oscar"
Diana did not draw breath for fully
a minute after that unwelcome announce
ment, for Sylphide's small hand was set
upon her lips like seal.
Hush she breathed, "do not dare to
lisp his name until we are gone. My
husband does not know Of his existence,
and must never know, if we can help it.
Where was my cousin?"
'In the limetre walk Missy-mount
in his horse"
THANK heaven, he's gone, then, for
the night! Are the trunks ready pack
ed, Dana?'
Yes, Missy, packed and strapped"
'See that they are loaded on the wag-
on tonight; we start at daybreak, and
you so with me. | may have need Of
you in more ways than one"
Scarcely had the eastern horizon begun
to flush with the promise Of day, when
the family COACH followed By the bag
gage wagon rolled swiftly down the road
that led into the river valley; and two
hours later Mr.. Oscar Couramont rode
into the court yard at Rosemont, to be
informed that, if he had come to break
fast, his meal must be solitary one.
(To be continued.l