Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1905-10-27
CHApTFR, XIV.

'Rosamond, you are the most impul-
eive person | ever met IN my life" said
Col. Trefusis to his hostess on the morn
ing after their visit to Keppington with
dts strange ending.
SIS there any harm in being impul-
EiveY she answered, smiling at him
across the breakfast table, as she poured
out his tea; have not half the g. eat
and good actions of this worlds history
been achieved by impulse"
"RosamOnd, was it upon impulse, and
IF so, upon an impulse of what nature
was it, that you married Samuel Earle?
She looked up quickly and met his
eyes he was in earnest, terribly in earn
est, she could see that. She looked away
from him quickly, leaning her elbow on
the table and playing silently with her
teaspoon. He was beginning TO under
stand her.
Heaven only knows" she answered
him sadly, after pause, unless it was
one of utter despair and hopelessness."
"And see what came of it, years of re-
pentance and regret! If you had not
taken that rash and ill-considered
step"
Then 1 should never have known
you," she interrupted him quickly, flash
ing her lovely eyes up into his with
smile that set all his pulses tingling.
Was ever so sweet hope given to
man, who had loved and waited, as that
book and that smile? But John Trefusis
was not a man to snatch at so great
prize with undue haste. Her heart, If
he ever won it, must be his of its own
free will and by every claim.
Il will never" he answered her grave
ly. II will never consent to your taking
any other great step in your life upon
the impulse of a generous moment"
She bent her head. a deep color suf-
fused her face from brow to neck. She
understood him, and she was grateful to
Aim The strength of his self-control
affected her more than a torrent of pas
sonata words.
''Now, see what you have done now;
saddled yourself with a consumptive SER
want maid, and turned your house into a
hospital Here is the doctors gig at
the gate once more.'
Poor girl, she had dreadful night.
i fear she is very Ill: she did not seem
to be conscious when l last saw her.
What made you bring her home in
that rash and impulsive fashion?"
1T is a silly reason, l know; you will
say so, of course, because you are sensi-
BILE. but II am foolish l think it
was because Mrs. Succurden told me
that the poor girl was protege of Mrs
Desmond's."
Two days went by. The doctor went
and came. The sick girl upstairs was
reported better, though still unable to
leave her bed. RoSamond was happy
happier than she had been for many
years. John Trefusis made himself the
companion of her daily walks. Together
Ehey trudged through the fast-melting
snow, laden with baskets of provisions
for the poor at the cottages, whom Rosa
mond was accustomed to visit almost
daily. During these walks they talked
often and earnestly about the fate of
Brians wife. which weighed like a load
stone upon Rosamond's heart. and tacitly
there grew up Il sort of unspoken under
standing between them. Rosamond would
kake no new joy of life for herself until
who was in sorrow through her own in
Etrumentality. Col. Trefusis come to I'M
derstand this. and they spoke of Mrs.
Desmond frequently.
Did you ever see her." he inquired of
her one day. when they were returning
from their walk DO you know what
she is like?"
NO, l never saw her; but l have
beard that she is small and fair
Col. Trefusis was thoughtful; and pos