Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1909-08-27
HAPPIER vIn-(Continued. }

are YOU Irish? You don't mind my
asking? Some people don't like the
irish; | delight in them. My fathers
great friend is an old general, a dear
o,d thjng-Sir Patrick Desmond; is he
any relative Of yours"
81 have heard Of him, but If he Is In
.nv way connected with me 1t is SO
8,stant that l cannot call cousins
with him"
"rf he comes down to the Court
while you are here, will ask you to
meet him. Then you are Irish? And
am sure you sing and play?"
u play little"
THAT is delightful. You can play
an accompaniment? 1 can't bear play
ing: and l want to try some duets
with George Lumley tonight"
81 will do my BEST" said Hope.
Don't you think George Lumley
very good-looking? He is very good
.tyle. too. and so like Lord Everton.
am rather glad he Is at Hounslow.
This place is too far, and yet too near,
IN he amusing" She chartered on till
the gentlemen came to seek them in
their fragrant retreat, when Miss Da-
ora ceased to bestow attention or
words on Hope. They soon adjourned
70 the larger drawing-room, where the
singers discovered that Miss Desmond
had quite a genius for playing accom-
Daniments, and time flew fast till the
carriages were announced.
Where In the world did you find
that nice Miss Desmond, Mrs. Saville?'
exclaimed Miss Dacre. she Is so quiet
and we'll bred. Lots to say, too. Do
bring her over to the Court. She could
be Of infinite use to me in playing &C
compartments"
Very likely; but. you see, engaged
her to be of use to me-"
To be sure" laughed the thought
less girl. How frightfully sharp you
are" And she blew her hostess a
kiss as she left the room.
What a glorious night" said Lum,
ley, with a sigh of relief, sinking on
an ottoman beside Hope. Couldn't
YOU manage to come out for a stroll
before saying goodnight fnally?"
Hope looked at him for moment
gravely. then a smile began in her
eyes and sparkled on clip and cheek.
Yes, 1t could be easily managed, &C
cOrding to neutrality-suspicious., she said.
Il escort my kind patroness to her
room, receive her blessing, and return
to my own, then I throw a mant1lla
over my beautiful locks, steal down to
the garden door, which is of course left
open, and join you in the moonlit
shrubbery"
Precisely" said Lumley, laughing
It's lovely picture. l earnestly hope
you will realize It."
"A moonlight stroll is a harmless
amusement under certain conditions,
which do not exist at present for me,
and she went away to bid goodnight to
the vicaress and see that she was
wrapped up. Then, meeting Mrs. Sa-
vile on her way upstairs, she accom-
panied her to her bedroom, rang for
her maid and exchanged few words
with her until that functionary ap-
peared
Il am woefully tired" said Mrs Sa
yiy,e throwing herself into low chair
Really, life Is too wearisome in its
Disappointing sameness. If Richard
Will invite these stupid chattering
boys, I shall dine in my own room
Mary Dacre is sillier than she used to
be, and Mr. Rawson writes that he
cannot come down till the Sunday
after next. We must begin 'Froment
Jeune' tomorrow, Miss Desmond, and
get away as much as we can from the
present"
Il shall be very pleased. 1t Is con
Sidered one Of Daudet's best; and l
have never read It,"
When Hope Desmond reached her
own room she undressed rapidly, and
putting out the candles, brushed her
long hair by the moonlight, while she
thought earnestly, How disappointing
OF Mr.. Rawson. l hoped he would be
here next Sunday; and have so much
~ say W HILL true, L Cdu WIlLSI Jul
a few spoken words face to face are
worth dozen letters. 1t will not be
easy to get him to myself. but as my
own especial friend l have a right tc
demand an interview. How weary
mat poor woman Island far from
well. Poor and nearly friendless as l
am, I would not change with her. No
no; l understand life better than she
does, though she has lived SC much
longer. How her heart must ache when
she thinks of her son! Under all her
hardness and pride she yearns for the
1of9 she does not know how to win.
II she will only love me-" Then she
twisted up her hair, and. throwing
herself on her knees, prayed long and
leTYently, with tightly-clasped hands.
while tears streamed unheeded from
me eyes that less than an hour ago
mad smiled so saucily on Captain Lum'
Fey.
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