Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1904-03-19

manned with the glrl, loving her and tend
| ing her With all mothers care. and ever
hoping against hope that some day Iris
would be allowed to see little of the
outer world.
OF the girls history she knew nothing.
and, in fact, the general opinion in The
neighborhood was that Henry Beresford
! had bequeathed the whole of his fortune
/ to his brother, and that Iris was depend
ent on his charity. But Imery Dene was,
/ at best, q sleepy place, and, as time had
! gone on. 1t had become more or less of an
4 accepted fact that Iris Beresford was be-
| ing kept for certain number of years
in retirement at Fieldholme in obedience
| to some clause III her eccentric fathers
Will
As for the girl herself, she found her
/ present goyerness so pleasant contrast
TO her former one (who had been a sour
tempered and disconnected person) that
she would have grieved very sorely had
she left her
Iris was a remarkably beautiful girl
She was fair, her hair being of the tint
OF amber, and her complexion exquisite
| ~ white and delicate. But it was her
eyes great, dark, violet eyes that con
stltuted the greatest charm of her face
In expression they We're almost childhl,o
IN their innocence and trustfulness; no
sorrow had yet dimmed their luster, no
care had clouded THEN perfection they
| shone like two great. brilliant stars.
The loneliness of Iris, even at the age
OF I'D, was that of an artless and irno-
cent girl. Her nature was simple, and
! as free from guile as the flowers among
which she had spent her life. vet she was
not by any means ignorant or dull. Her
hours OF study still ranked with her as
the most important of the day, and the
careful education she had received had
left her, in intellect, indisputably above
the average girl of her age.
% say that Iris was perfectly satisfied
in her captivity would not be accurate.
Tor, as Mrs Hetling well knew, the girls
heaEt was filled with longing at times TO
go ont into the world and sec those Won
ders she read of in her idle hours; but
never once did it occur to her to rise up
III revolt against her uncle's Wilt was
sufficient to her that he was. as he told
her, but carrying out her fathers wish.
and she did not dream of uttering the
slightest protest.
Her complete submission was almost
pathetic, to Mrs. Hetling's way of think
ing, and the elder woman sometimes
| secretly prayed that Iris would turn
round and defy the stern and heartless
man who denied her the bright. cheerful
girlhood which was her heritage by right
But the nearest approach to defiance Iris
had ever made up to the present had been
n mild request to be taken to the sea.
and herein lay the sum total of her anu
oItlon-to look upon that glorious ex-
panse of water with its waves dashing
wildly against the rocks. such as she had
seen only i'll the illustrations of books or
| in the paintings that hung on the walls
iu the dining room of her home More
than once she had asked her uncle to
let her GO to the coast, but he had re.
fused.
Some day" he had answered, when
| am less busy, | will take you myself,
but you must be patient and wait"
And so she gathered up a fresh store
of patience and waited, but the promise
remained unfulfilled.
The monotony of the existence of
Fieldholme was, however, destined TO be
broken at last, and that evening Mrs.
Hetllng received q telegram from Jacob
Beresford, instrueting her TO prepare Tor
| visitor.
She could scarcely believe her senses.
A gentleman visitor coming to Field
holrne! The servants, too, were thrown
into a state of excitement, for such an
| event had been unknown since the pre-.
Vious master had died.
Mr.. Beresford and his guest were ar
irving on the morrow. There was no
chance, therefore, of Mrs. lettings going
over to the cottage to see the stranger
who had saved her life that day. so She
| sat down and wrote him q letter.
Ambrose received it when he came to
his breakfast. His name not being
| known to Mrs. Hetling, the letter was
addressed to Mrs Pyrnne's Ledger" lie
| guessed at once from whom it came. and
| opened it eagerly. 1t was brief note.
explaining that owing to the unexpected
arrival of visitors, the writer would be
unable to call to express her gratitude
in person. She hoped however, he would
believe that she fully appreciated his
heroic act, and that she would never for
! get the service he had rendered her.
That was ALL Nevertheless, that one
phrase, "the unexpected arrival of Wis
| itors," filed Ambrose with interest, and
he became all alive to find out who the
visitors were. If, by wonderful coinci-
dence, he we're acquainted with them, it
was possible he might get to know the
poor little prisoner of Fieldholme park.
So he determined to watch closely all
that day and see who went through the
gates.
Meanwhile Iris was looking forward to
her uncle's arrival with unusual excite
ment, which was almost equally shared
by Mrs. Hetling; but the latter's heart
sank when, as Mr.. Beresford's motor-car
(which had been sent to meet him at the
station) drew up, she caught sight Of
Jonas JelLfer's face. For a few hours
she had rejoiced in the hope that the
visitor might be young and interesting,
for Iris's sake, but the hope died
speedy death on seeing the fat, ugly
! jew
What the girls inward feelings were
when her uncle introduced Mr.. Jellifer
no one could have guessed, for her ex-
preston scarcely changed as she placed
her slim, white hand in the money
lenders large coarse palm