The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1876-10-26

py the bursts OF melody that rippled
from her lips. She was bewilderingly
lovely, and he stood like one enchanted
until she raised her eyes and discovered
his presence. She sprang from her seat
swiftly, scattering the blossoms at her
feet,and frightening her feathere.lfrieId
Her eyes dilated, ner lips quivered, and
she said in terrified tones
'sHow came you heres o, my father
will be so angry I"
Guy resumed his naturally courtly
manner, and bowed low.
81 beg your pardon" he said, in his
most pleasing tones, 'sfor this intrusion.
was not aware that the Tangle was in
habited, and only your charming voice
had led to my discovery.
She looked at him curiously, earnest
| ~, and he thought what strange girl
she seemed.
Surely, you do not live here always
alone ~ he was prompted to inquire.
ST never left the ''Tangle," she re-
sponded, "and yours is the only face be-
sides my fathers that I ever looked up
| on"
Impossible 70 Guy cried, in bewiI-
dered tone. He could not comprehend
it it was too strange thing to be true.
''Then you know nothing of tho world
without ?" he queried.
ssNothing save that it is a world of
| sin, - was the response
''In some respects ii is" he answered
slowly; "but all ere not sinful there
are many good, pure people Do you
never wish to go out of this place 2' he
asked.
''Never L am happy here" was the
innocent reply. 81 have the sunshine,
the flowers, the birds and my dear faith
er what more could desire 2''
Guy was struck by the purity OF her
language she was not ignorant
'tYou must have had teacher he
said curiously.
My father has taught me, was the
| reply. eve are all in all to ono an
otEer.''
A silence fell upon them. Guy was too
surprised TO be- very loquacious in all
his life he had never met so perfect and
yet so child like woman before.
At that moment footsteps fell upon his
ear, and the strange girl made rush
forward
"My father!'
'sAhda!" fell from his lips, as he press-
ed her close to him, and stood with
blanched face and trembling lips gazing
| on the intruder
GLOW came you here, sir 2' he ques-
toned sternly of Guy.
81 have to beg your PARDON" the
young man replied, impelled to honor
the gray-haired hermit, who stood before
him in kingly pride. 81 knew was dis
obeying orders by seeking to explore
the Tangle, but L had no idea it contain
ed private residence or I should not
have taken the liberty. You will pardon
me, hope, when tell you I am Guy
Haughton, of Haughtonville, and the
Tangle used to be a part of the old
Haughton estate"
81 am aware of it, was the response.
''I purchased it from the Haughtons.
And now, Mr.. Haughton, I ask you on
the honor of Haughton, which in years
past was never sullied, to promise that
you Will never reveal to any mortal my
presence here, nor ever repeat your
| visit"
ST promise" Guy responded solemn
ly, and at the same time in all sincerity
"If you break your word shall be
forced to seek some other SHELTER" the
old man continued. 81 fed to this re-
fuge from the world to keep my one
little lamb in innocence and Ignorance.
This is her home-she is happy here,
pray do not seek to make her other
wise"
81 promise" Guy repeated again, and
bowling low to the hermit and his lovely
daughter, he retraced his steps and
mounted his impatient beast.
After he had disappeared from sight,
the hermit held his daughter closer to
him. ''My darling my darling' he
cried as though she was in deadly dan
ger. II hope you will forget that in
truder," he continued.
ST will try" was the frank response,
s.but, father, was he not beautifula'
The old mai shuddered.
.tForget him, my child, forget him."
he calculated.
From that day he never mentioned
Guys name, but it was ever present in
Alida's mind. She repeated it over to
her birds, she whispered it to the flow
ers, and she dreamed of it by night.
Who could blame her, for Guy Haugh-
ton had won many hearts in the gay
world where he was surrounded by 9TH
| er gentlemen.
Poor child, she thought not what this
innocent worship meant. She was only
happy in her own dreams. Raising her
eyes one day, she gave another cry. Her
father had gone to the neighboring town
of Clay, which lay on the opposite side
of the Tangle. on his usual visit for pro-
visions, and here Guy Haughton stood
before her, despite his solemn promise
never to intrude.
Forgive me-" he cried, In thrilling
| tones. s1 am mad to venture here
against your fathers express commands,
| but cannot help it. I have dreamed