Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1905-07-14

world of london, aW1 when they were
in Palace yard Yolande said she would
Just as soeH walk up to the hotel where
her father and herself were staying, for
it was no further away than Albemarle
street.
Ibid you hear what Mr.. Shortlands
said?" she asked, brightly. Perhaps,
after all, then, there is to be no no
nance? l am not to be like the heroine
of book, who is approved because she
marries poor man. l am not to make
any such noble sacrifice"
Don't be too sure, Yolande,'' said he,
good-naturedly. Companies are kittle
cattle to deal with; and an inventors
business is still more uncertain. There
is a chance, as I say; but it is only
chance. However, if that fails, there
will be something else l am not afraid"
Sand lam l afraid?" she sid, light
ly. "No! Because 1 know p ore than
you. And perhaps l should not speak;
for it is secret-no, no, it is not Sc
cret, for you have guessed lido you not
know that you have Monaglen?"
He glanced at her to see whether she
was merely making fun; but he saw III
her eyes that she was making an actual,
if not amused, inquiry.
"Well, Yolande," said he, "of course
know of Mrs. Bells fantasy; but l
don't choose to build my calculations for
the future on a fantasy
''She has bought Monagen," Yolande
said, without looking up.
every well. l thought she would do
that-if she heard it was in the market.
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and send for her relatives, if she has
any-and be a grand lady there? l have
met more than one grand lady, who
hadn't half her natural grace of man
ner, nor half her kindness of heart"
''It is very sad then" said Yolande,
who was afraid to drive him into more
decided and definite opposition. Here is
a poor woman who has the one noble
ideal-the dream of her life-it has been
her hope and her pleasure for many and
many a year; and when it comes near to
completion, no, there is an obstacle, and
the last obstacle that one could have i'm
agined. All, the ingratitude of it! 1t
has been her romance, it has been the
charm of her life. She has no husband,
no children She has, think, not any
relation left. And because you are
proud you do not care that you disap-
point her of the one hope of her life
that you break her hearth?
"Ah, Yoande," said he, with a smile,
'Mrs. Bell has got hold of you with her
old Scotch songs-she has been walking
you through fairyland, and your reason
has got perverted. What do you think
people would say if were to take away
this poor woman's money from her rela-
tives-or from her friends and acQuaint-
ances, if she has no relatives? 1t is too
absurd. If | were the promoter OF a
swindling company, now, | could sharp
it out of her that way; that would be
all right, and | should remain an hon
ored member of society; but this won't
do-this won't do at all. You may be
as dishonest as you like, and so long as
you don't give the law a grip on you,
and so long as you keep rich enough,
you can have plenty of public respect;
but you can't afford to become ridiculous.
No. no, Yolande; if Mrs. Bell has bought
Monaglen, let her keep it. l hope she
will install herself there, and play Lady
Bountiful-she can do that naturally
enough; and when she has had her will
of it, then. if she likes to leave it to me
at her death, I shall be her obliged and
humble servant. But in the meantime,
my dearest Yolande. you and l have
got to face the world together.
When they got to the hotel they paus-
ed outside the glass door to say good
by.
"Good- might, dearest Yolande."
Goodnight. dear Jack"
And then she looked up at this broad
shouldered, pale, dark man, and there
was a curious smile in her beautiful,
sweet and serious face.
SIS it true she asked, 'that woman
always has her own way?'
''They say so, at all events was the
answer.
''And if two women have the same
wish and the same hope and only one
man to say no, then it is still more likely
he will be defeated?
Il shouldn't say he had much chance
myself" Jack Melville said. "But what's
your conundrum, now, sweetheart"
''Then [ foresee something" she said.
Eyes. l see that we shall have to ask
Mr.. Leslie to be very kind, and to lend
us Duncan Macdonald for an evening.
Oh, not so very far away-not so far
away as you imagine; because, you know,
when we have all gone up to Monaglen
House, and we are all inside, perhaps
seated in the dining room, having little
chat together-then what will you say
if all at once you heard the pipes out
side, and what do you think Duncan will
play, on such an evening as that, if not
Melville's Welcome Homer
(The end)