Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1907-08-01

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she had confided her child. Hilda
had been adopted, she said, by lady
who did not wish her name to be
known. He seemed quite Indifferent
about 1t, and asked no questions.
Lady Hutton read correctly enough
that broken heart was revealed in
every sad word OF that letter. Mag
dalen Hurst sent no address; she
asked no questions, and Lady Hutton
never heard from her again.
Day by day Lady Hutton grew
fonder of her adopted daughter. Hilda
was taught to call her mamma, and
in every way she was treated as her
own child. No expense Or trouble
was spared in her education, the most
Expensive governesses were pro-
vided for her. The child spoke
French and German fiuently; she was
a good musician and a skillful artist
but she excelled most in singing.
Nature gifted her with a magnificent
contralto voice, rich, passionate, and
full of melody; cultivation and science
did their utmost for it,
Once in way Nature is thus kind:
she will give a face such as one
imagines an angel to wear, and with
! 1t she gives voice that matches the
face. She had been thus prodigal to
+, Hilda Hutton.
Brynmar was situated in one of the
most picturesque and beautiful parts
of the Scotch highlands. Hill and
mountain, river and lake, woods and
dells, glens and valleys, were there
in their highest perfection. Broad
woods were covered with the purple
heather and golden broom; but the
fairest portion of Brynmar was its
bonnie greenwoods. The Hall was
built near them, and one or two cot
tages were scattered around, and but
for them the large rambling gray
house would have been isolated. No
other habitation was near; for long
miles the woods extended; and when
they ended, the chain of lakes began.
No home in Scotland was more pictur-
esque Or more lonely than Brynmar.
| It's quiet and solitude suited the
widowed Lady Hutton; she was not
one who could parade her grief. 1t
was very rarely that the name of her
dead husband or child passed her lips,
but her heart lay buried with them.
She was still young when Lord Hut
ton died, but from that time she babe
adieu to the world. Her only source
of happiness was her warm and deep
affection for her beautiful young
ward.
No one knew the girls history; and
even among the servants, only a small,
number knew that she was Lady Hut
toms adopted daughter. Most people
believed her to be the lady's own
child. She was called Miss Hutton.
/ OF Brynmar; and It was generally
known that she would inherit Lady
Hutton's fortune.
Few visitors ever came to Brynmar.
So the beautiful, graceful girl grew I'D
like rare flower in deep shade. She
loved her adopted mother. She was
happy with her books and birds and
! flowers. OF the great world outside
Brynmar she knew little, and cared
less. She was in many respects un-
like other girls. For one thing, she
had never associated with those OF
her own age. one had never talked
pretty girlish tales about love and
lovers. Dimly and vaguely she knew
that there was a great and mighty
gift given to most. and 1t was called
love- She never wondered IL It
would come to her. She wove bright
fancies and fair visions; but the heart
of the sleeping child was not more
innocent than hers. II she ever
thought about the future, it was but
to see bright continuation OF the
present. What could be more fair
tbsn her home at Brynmar? Who
could ever be dearer to her than the
calm, gentle, stately lady who loved
her so well? She had no longing for
the great word. The beautiful face
that smiled amidst the blooming flow.
ers was contented and happy; there
was no restless eagerness in It, no
vague hopes. no great wish The
course of her life was calm and
serene, unruff1ed by Iove,--its depths
unmoved by human passion. All that
had to come. In the sleeping breast
there lay wondrous power OF love
and endurance,-powers that in after
years were well tried.
No question ever came to Hilda as to
what she would do with her life. It's
calm, simple pleasures sufficed. She
never locked beyond them. But Lady
Hutton was ambitious for her Day
by day she watched the growth OF that
wondrous loneliness, and built her
hopes upon 1T. The world she had
given up and ceased to care for should
smile upon her ward. She spared no
pains over her education, and she
rarely allowed her to be long out OF
her presence.
To be Continued