Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1905-10-13

his spare moments III making love to her,
had entered Mrs. Earie's service upon
her first arrival at Dunsterton, under
the more dgnifed name Of Mary.
Some six weeks ago Mrs Earle had
been very kind to Marys brother, whose
chest was delicate SPs had undertaken
to support him for tie winter IN the
south of France, and by the help and
assistance of Colonel Trefus;5, young
Whaff1e had been sent out to an invalid
establishment managed by an English
sisterhood at Mentone. 1t was of this
brother that Mary came to speak.
Il have had a letter to-day from my
| brother, ma am
Indeed, and how is he, Mary!'
ooh, so much better already, ma am,
and SO grateful to you and the colonel
for all your goodness to him. And
| then Mary proceeded to enter into
| detailed account of her brothers con-
| dition and of his surroundings at Men
| tone, which were all of great interest to
his benefactress. After which Mary
said, rather blushingly, ''And only think,
ma'am, he met friend there one day,
such kind gentleman whom we all used
| to know at home, Mr.. Raikes, who lived
| up at the Hail."
Sat Keppington, do you mean!
Yes, ma am, he was Mr.. Desmond's
| cousin, and he used to live there, he
| was there two years, | daresay, and he
was a great friend of mine,' she added,
| with little conscious shipper.
Mrs Earle fell to musing. Raikes,
Raikes, who was he? All, yes! she fan
cied she remembered a family of that
name; many sons and many daughters,
whose mother was a needy widow, and
of whom mention used often to be made
| at Keppinton in years gone by. No doubt
| this young man was one of this family.
He has been very kind indeed to
| young George" continued Polly, land
inquired so much after me; and then
he gave him three sovereigns for him
self, so that George is quite rich now"
THAT was very kind Of him. an
swered her mistress absently. And then
Mary left her, and she thought no more
| Of it; nor did it occur to her to imagine
that through the instrumentality of
| George Whaffie it would be possible for
| Brian Desmond to learn where it was
she was living. Edgar Raikes might
be his cousin, and he might also be at
| Mentone, but that Brian should hava
been a bystander at the interview be-
| tween the two certainly never entered
for a moment into her calculations.
| Eleven O'Clock struck. The last note
| of the clock had scarcely rung before
| she caught sound outside at the gar
| den gate; the click of the iron latch, then
the slow swing of the hinge followed
| by the clang of the gate as it fell back
| again. Her dog put up his nose, and ut
tered a low growl. Rosamond shut up
| her book suddenly, and stood up. The
door bell rang.
| She stood for a moment half uncer-
| tain. Should she summon the servants
| from their beds, or should she go to
| the door herself?
At last, however. she opened the door.
| There stood outside, upon the doorstep,
man. wrapped in a long, loose travel
ing cloak, with a heavy cape to it.
When he saw her he made half step
| back, as though he would have turned
| away.
''Who are you and what do you want
at this hour of the nightY said Rosa
mond, summoning up her courage, al
| though she was secretly somewhat I'M
| easy And then he spoke, and she rec
| ognized his voice
Forgive me for coming at such an
hour. The train broke down; l have
| walked five miles through the snow
| May | come in?"
'She backed slowly from him into the
| hall; a great chill struck her soul, a
sick sense Of miserable helplessness.
| He came in, Invested himself of his
heavy cloak and of his hat, shaking the
snow from them into the porch. Her
eyes rested upon him almost with terror
and repulsion
| why have you come to trouble me?"
she said to him, in a strange, hollow
voice, and yet she led the way back into
the warmth and light of her sitting
room. For how turn a dog from her
| door on such Il night!
"Ah, how warm and brightn' he muir
INJURED, stretching down his cold hands
| towards the blazing wood logs. He look
ed very cold as he stopped over the
| blaze and so pale and wan; it struck
| her with keen pang of anguish to see
| him.
"You must forgive me for coming so
late, Rosamond," he said to her once
| more.
| "Why-why have you come, Brian 2"
| she. too, repeated once again. Gould
you not at least keep out Of my way?"
| (To be continued.l