Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1906-06-22

plain of Skane artistic and interesting.
and when Madame Borg reached home her
t few friends maintained that they hardly
recognized her. She laughed and chat
ted. she Joined two sewing societies, be-
came director of an orphanage and even
PLAYED duets with Elvie.
The warm, effervescent, long impris-
oned spring deluge had finally come and
washed away the snowdrifts and ice and
withered straw-and the tears and the
pains. This sensitive nature, which had
been depressed through marriage with a
brutal man, was now basking in the sun
shine of pure love, and her whole being
assumed a maidenly reserve.
1t was a complete renaissance, and she
whom sorrow had too early ripened into
womanhood passed through the lost
wears of her maidenhood at the age of SO.
When Jenny Borg compared the pros
poets of him whom she loved with her
own merits and possessions she decided
that her position was not quite hopeless.
True. she was no longer young, but he
was nearly so himself and he had dis
tinctlv evinced marked interest for her.
She looks at herself in the glass and
LAUGHS at what she sees. He can no
Fie Jenny! Fie! How can one enter
tain such thoughts about him!
How does this man look who could
change a being so completely! She did
not know, She could not describe him
if her life depended on it. Perhaps some
people would call him ugly? Perhaps he
| had never fascinated woman before
She only knew that she was his body
4l14 lo LoI ICal n
stop aud greet his charming companion
on his way through Stockholm. ~
There were flowers on all the tables.
| All the doors were open! There was
still warmth and sunshine here. Jenny
exulted inwardly, as she pictured the
little wrinkles about his eyes and the
hair turned gray at his temples. All,
beloved, my Indian summer will extend
deep into the evening of your life! 10
be sure I am not too old for you'll"
Then he grasped Jenny with one hand
and Elvira with the other and looked
into their eyes, blushing as shy and en-
barrassed as a schoolboy. Then he said:
Pardon me if | behave awkwardly! L
am about to utter words which | have
| never spoken to a woman before, and L
cannot enjoy my love until l have eX-
pressed it. Why do you look at me like
that, Elvie? From the first moment our
ewes met loved you. Tell me,
is it possible for you to love me little
in return? Am [ too old for the budding
rose? Can [ hope?"
Raising his honest blue eyes to Jenny's
he said: May l beg you to intercede
for me?"
Jenny Borg locked at her daughter as
| she never had looked before-feature for
feature. line for line. She was an exact
copy of herself, only still more beautiful!
For the first time she saw her daughter
as full grown, we'll proportioned, grace
full woman. When did she cease to be a
child? Ha! She has stolen everything!
The wavy hair, the beautiful eyes, the
glowing cheeks and the plump, small
white hand! What what was
it he just said? will you intercede for
me?" Oh, there will be no need of that!
Her heart, too, is like her mothers *
she is already in his arms over there in
| the corner.
Jenny Borg reeled as she took few
steps and then supported herself on the
edge of the sofa. The two happy ones
observed nothing. A few large warm
drops slid down Jenny's hot cheeks.
| Erof. Wendell looked up; but he who
loves usually reads only the eyes of his
beloved correctly; so the good professor
inferred that Jenny's emotion was only
an expression of tenderness overlooking
from the mothers heart at sight of her
daughters great happiness.
He goes toward her, puts his long,
strong arm about her neck, draws her
pretty head toward him, presses his lips
upon her burning cheeks and joyfully ex-
claims: My young, beautiful, lovely
mamma