Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1907-03-01

Gu mucn longer than the nrovorh;l
line days. pio'erDlal
month passed away, and a curiops
llsonCn It was to Audrey. Every dav Che
SAT win her mother studying French
ana Italian, and having her first lessons
on the piano and in singing. Audrey
ilVed IN her dreams and in her stndios
was so strangely, incomprehensiblv
i"PPJ' 10 define her condition of mind
"oulo De an lmpossibility. 1t seemed to
iier as though some fairy had suddenly
touched her with wand. and everything
ABOUT her had changed to this deligbtfnI
existence. In dim, misty sort of vav
she recognized that she had become q
grand lady, but that was not bv anv
means a certainty.
ohe wrote often to Jean Thwait and
reiterated her VOWS of never-ending love.
but somehow jeans letters panied her
and left sort of discomfort.
Jean, III fact, was alarmed at all that
had happened to her whilom friend. and
now that Audrey was a grand married
lady she was separated from her humble
cnllohoods companion by a social chasm
Lhey could never bridge over; therefore
Jean wrote tlmldly and with much con-
Stralnt, and both girls sighed over the
simple yet strong friendship which had
lived and now was ended
March having come in like a lamb,
was going out in the most approved leon
inc fashion. How the wind blew, and
now dreary the gray skies looked above
the tossing trees.
We shall have fall of snow, depend
upon 1t that is what is coming" declar-
ed DIR. Sentance. Take my advice, Lord
John, fold yourself up in as many rugs
as you can find, and fee away south to
the sun and the warm breezes."
Where ought l to go?" he asked,
YEARLY.
We'll, l think Florence would be an
excellent spot. Suit both her ladyship
and yourself"
II am quite sure that Aud-my wife
will never consent to this arrangement"
Pray, why not?'
"She-oh We'll hang it all, doctor, look
how she neglects me- l might be dead
and buried and she wouldn't care! She
has never been near me for a month
never since l was so bad. :"
1T strikes me that you are a very
foolish young man, Lord John, if you
imagine your young wife doesn't care
anything about you, and as to her not
coming to see you, we'll, | think if you
reflect a little you will agree with me
that so young a girl is apt to be shy and
modest Modesty is so rare nowadays,
my lord l would not try to do without it
if | were you"
The young mans cheeks were quite
healthy in color.
Il dare say | am a fool, but l have
been worrying myself that, perhaps, Au-
drey had married me only out of pity,
when she thought l was dying and"
And a lot more nonsense of the same
sort, of course" broke in the old doctor,
cheerily, his eyes twinkling as he spoke.
You don't seem to realize, my lord,
that you are the hero of a romance. 1t
is not every one who can boast of such
a marriage as yours, but, though romance
has its pleasant points, it also has its
disagreeable ones, and unless | am very
much mistaken, that sweet little maiden
will be ever so much happier when she
is rescued from the curious and carried
away for time by her husband"
Jack Glendurwood nearly shook DIR.
Sentance's hand off.
What an idiot | ann he exclaimed.
Most lovers are" was the dry reply.
"And you will take my advice about this
foreign trip?'
Il will go and find my-my wife this
very moment, and if she agrees we will
start at once"