Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1905-10-20

tation md ANNA ton which was nnus,iai
to her, and as the voices drew nearer,
she was able to distinguish the house
keepers words.
This way, miss-dear me, L beg your
pardon-ma'am | should have SAID! LOU
haven't forgotten the way III be Douno
-dearie me, to think of seeing you mere
again after all these years. 1t do seem
strange indeed! And to think OF your
living so near, too-only at Dunsterton,
and your never having come over to see
the old place beforep'
''Well, have been a long time, GER
tainly, in coming to see you, Mrs. Sue
curden,' replied clear, crisp voice, with
a pleasant ring in it, pre-eminentiy the
voice of a lady, as Kitten was instantly
aware, and how great is the charm OF
refined and well-bred voice. Il owe II
to my shame, but to-day, | had fancy
to bring my friend, Col Trefusis, to
look at the vicarage gables and at the
dear old church, and as we were so near,
why, l could not resist the temptation
of coming on across the park"
"Along the old path, miss-ma am,
mean! All, how many time I've seen
you come springing up the slope with
your light steps,
They were we'll within the room by
| now. The tall lady in her long fur cloak,
and the slight figured gentleman little
! behind her, looking about him with
| keen, kindly blue eyes, and behind them
| both, Mrs. Succurden, in her white cap
| and black silk gown, with her basket
| of keys in her hands Kitten, from her
vantage ground at the top of the steps,
could see the group who invaded her
solitude, while they were unaware OF her
presence.
''You have great deal of glass here"
said the gentleman to Mrs. Succurden.
''Ah, you would like to go over the
houses, no doubt, sir" replied the house
| keeper. II will see if | can find the
| head gardener; he is generally about at
| this hour"
She led the way out of the room; the
| gentleman went with her. The lady in
| the long fur cloak made no effort to fol-
| low them. She was left alone, standing
| by the window where Kitten had so
| often stood with her back to the room,
| and her eyes riyetted upon the grey
! church tower.
Rosamond moved from the window at
| length; then she did exactly what Kit
! ten herself had done hundreds of times.
| She went straight to the manteip1ece,
| and opened the brass doors of the paint
| ed miniature She took it down from
it's place and gazed long and earnestly
at the lovely face, bright with youth
and happiness, that smiled back at her.
| She turned away from the fireplace,
leaving the doors of the picture wide
| open. Then Kitten saw her face, and
behind it that other face, that was the
same, only not the same. The beautiful
features were unatered, the eyes were
| as lovely, the proud pose of the head
| was unmistakable, only that in the living
| woman the curves of the laughing mouth
| Of the pictured one were dropped and
| saddened, and the hand of sorrow and
suffering had swept like a storm cloud
over the once bright and fearless brow.
But all that Kitten realized at that mo-
ment was one thing alone. This wai
| Rosamond Earle, whom Brian Desmond
| loved!
The room swan round her, her wide
open eyes grew dark and dazed with I'M
speakable pain and anguish, then came
| crash and the sharp ring Of broken glass
as the medieval goblet fell, shattered
into a thousand atoms upon the parQuet
flooring. then a dull, heavy thud, and
little dark-robed form slipped suddenly
down from the top of the steps into
huddled mass upon the ground.
| (To be continued.)