Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1906-09-07
EN- PEASANT.

''N'N4i yeas StSO CIiCS IItid PAL CCu Will
protestations of unfaltering love. Never
theless she had refused to marry him.
Few women with theories act on them,
but Hortense Cranston did. Her theory
was that if you marry the love of your
life, you lose the love of your life And
what more precious? She believed in the
saying that a man loves best the woman
he never wins. Hortense loved Gore Han
bury passionately. She dreaded the dis
illusionment of matrimony. Hence the
parting.
"You!" she exclaimed, with heightened
color but tranquil eye.
eyes, land you.'' The man smiled.
There was no surprise in his face.
''How odd to meet the last person you
expect to!''
son you want tot" He looked at her
closely, and saw she was still beautiful.
She found him altered, but could not say
in what way.
II don't think you know my husband,'
she said, turning to man older than
Hamburg. He had pompous manner,
81 have heard of you,' Hamburg said.
"Sorry I can't return the compliment"
and Mr.. Burleigh laughed loudly. "Fact
is, my wife has so many old friends. We
are constantly running across them. She
must have been a sort of persona grata,
think, in her younger days"
'She was" Hanbury answered, quietly.
Mrs. Burleigh suggested that he should
dine at their table. There were other
people in the party. He readily consent
ed, and drew his chair towards her, shut
ting her off from the others, who chatted
loudly, ably assisted by Mr.. Burleigh.
"And so you are happy?" he said, ques-
tioningly.
"Of course, [ am" she answered.
81 am glad to hear it. And you have
children, I believe"
Eyes, three" she answered proudly.
''Wings?"
"Of course-absolute angels"
He laughed. Il am only just home
from India. It is good to be in Paris
again. Do you remember''-a pause, the
woman's eyes blinked little more rapid
ly-'the fashions of seven years ago?"
Not in the least"
Il do. You-that is to say, all wom
EN- wore small hats-white feather things
with a wing at the side"
what a wonderful memory! Pray,
did our blouses fasten at the back OF in
front then?'
Now you stump me. hope, for the
mems sake, they did up in front"
You are sympathetic for the down
trodden husband. ?"
mo; only for myself. When my wife
hasn't her maid | have to do them up
for her. Modistes are sartorial Sinners"
he sighed.
what! Are you married?"
"Of course
''HoW extraordinary!'
"You mean how ordinary"
mo. I don't" she answered, as she
played with her bread
A red coated orchestra was installed in
the corner. A dreamy eyed violinist wan
dered among the tables. Wailing melo-
dies echoed through the room of gilt and
mirrors He came and leaned over the
Burleighs' table with absent eyes. The
bow quivered in his fingers as he drew
it across the strings.
What is he playing?" Mrs Burleigh
asked of Gore Hamburg.
"'Parce que je t'aime.' Do you know
it,"
She did not answer.
do you know it," he repeated
mo, no." she said not looking at him;
but l like it."
The music thrilled her, but it appeared
to leave Gore unmoved. He looked about
him and drummed on the table. Both
were silent for time, then he suddenly
fixed his penetrating eyes on her, and
said:
"'Why do you wear that bracelet still?"
Hortense flushed. ooh, [ am fond of
iewelry. Have you forgotten?' and she
laughed carelessly.
NO, [ haven't forgotten" he answered
indifferently. Artificial women love jew
clry."
and hate SENTIMENT she added cold
ly.
Forgive me if my conversation has
suggested sentiment. Try this pheasant,
it is excellent.
Il am not hungry"
mo appetite, no sentiment! How
said! But you have your jewels -
Yes, have my bangle"
His expression was still oddly cynical;
not so his voice.
If I could only think he began.
Cant think" she interrupted; Its a
mistake"
Certainly ones thoughts carry one
away" he said gently. Far away to
forbidden land, land where one might
live with ones hearts desire, and all the
day the sun would shine-the sky would
be blue-and there would be no clouds.
''Why can't English cooks do haricots
verts like these? Now that's a question
perhaps you can answer, Mr.. Hamburg"
came from Mr.. Burleigh, in his usual loud
tone.
Hamburg looked up with frown.
Il know nothing about cooking, he
said. Conversation Jagged once more.
Hamburg lowered his voice.
when may l see you? I want a talk
with YOU alone;" his eyes were gleam-
ing.
impossible We are leaving Paris the
day after tomorrow
you can manage it if you like he
said eagerly.
Il don't wish to-