Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1904-05-16

many long hours with her. Did she
ever remember how, when Violante lay
weak and III. she had tried to torture
her by making her jealous of her
husband?
All visitors who came had some.
thing to say in praise of Mrs. Rivers.
Most of them had been TO see the
schools, and the gentle. graceful
gOverness, whose reputation was
spreading far and wide, even as the
perfume of a violet spreads when
the flower is hidden. These constant
praises made some impression upon
Lady Beatrice. Every one said how
the patient, tender woman loved lit
tie children; they told some pretty
stories of her care and wisdom. and
OF the wonderful love the children
bore her.
Lady Beatrice, pleased with herself
and the whole world besides. said, one
morning. that perhaps Mrs. Rivers.
who was so fond of children. would
like to see her baby. Lord Seiwyn
smiled. thinking, from peeress 10
peasant, all women were alike. proud
Of their own; he made no objection,
and Lady Selwyn told Rupert that
when he rode by the cottage he might
give her message to Mrs. Rivers. So
one morning-it was the end of May
then-Rupert called and told what my
lady had said. He wondered why Mrs.
Rivers turned so white. and seemed.
for few minutes, unable 10 stand.
you will Gomez" he said. "I should
so like YOU TO see my baby brother"
How could she-how could she? It
would kill her. And the boy looked
at her with such wondering eyes, she
was obliged TO control herself
Il hope you will come" he said Il
should like TO show you nay room, and
the books papa gave me en- my last
birthday. Do come, Mrs. Rivers
She could not resist the pleading OF
the boys face. He wanted to show
her his little possessions-the proof Of
his fathers love; his eyes, full Of
expectation, we're riveted on her face.
Il viii 60" she said, family; and she
was rewarded by the glow on his face.
Il am so gladl' he cried. Lady
Beatrice is very proud, you know; she
would never have forgiven you, had
you refused. My lady thinks the
highest honor she can pay any one is
to ask them to see little Lance"
rs he pretty?" she asked, with the
cid burning jealousy at her heart.
THE baby?-Oh, yes; beautiful,
They say he is the very image of Lord
Selwyn; and papa, you know, is a
handsome man"
'Is he-Lord Selwyn-pleased?" she
asked again.
81 think so.' said the boy. But
when he kissed the baby 1 saw tears in
his eyes. Perhaps he was thinking
of my mother. He loved her so
dearly; better than any one else in the
world, am sure"
do you think SOP" she asked, and
the sick. wearied heart thrilled with
joy "Why?"
Il know it." said Rupert, decisively.
He looks sc quiet and sad some
times. When I go to him and ask him
what he is thinking of. he always says,
Your mother, boy"
She caught her breath with a little
fiuttering sob.
She had been right, after all, she
thought He loved her memory dead
better than he loved herself living.
In the midst of her desolatiOn and
anguish, she felt that her sacrifice had
not been in vain. He was happy, and
if she had not made it, he would never
have been so.
She walked. and Rupert rode On his
chestnut pony, back to the Castle.
Oaly God knew what she suffered when
she caught sight of her old home
There was the park, through which
her husband had driven her on the
day she came home a bride; there
was the broad fight Of steps, on the
top of which Lord Selwyn had stood
when he thanked his tenants and
friends for the welcome they had given
her; there was the fountains. the
flowers she had loved and tended, the
windows of the rooms where she had
led so happy yet so wretched a life.
One thing she knew; Mrs. Selwyn
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danger of detection. Lord Selwyn
had lost his mother soon after his
second marriage. She died calmly
and happily, the great wish of her
heart fulflled-Beatrice was her sons
wife.
She-the pale, sad woman, clad in
deep mourning. and half hidden by her
thick Grape veil-entered the home
that had been hers, and a strange awe
fell upon her as she did so The CID
familiar sights and sounds. the win
dOws Of stained glass, the pictures and
statues, the flowers that had been her
great delight-all these had been
hers once; and where she stood now
poor, unknown, and Obscure-she had
once stood, the loveliest bride ever
brought to Selwyn Castle.
RuDnrt was very kind to her as IL