Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1878-11-07

speaker preacheS a sermon straight
from his heart that electriies and
touches his hearers as none Of his
rhetorical, fowery discourses have
ever done; and most of all does it
touch sober girl OH the platform be,
hind him, who is not all the restless
puzzle that she was in the morning.
She makes up her mind that she uHL
speak 30 him about the matter on the
way home, but again the question
suggests itself, What can she say,
since she has already told him with
out being asked that she did
love him. She is saved the
trouble OF answering, for after service
the conversation is taken up as skill.
fully and easily as before, and one or
two beginnings in that direction are
nipped in the bud, so that, almost be
fore she knows it, they have reached
the gate and he has hidden her a
quiet good night and gone home, just
the same as usual.
Juliet walks slowly up to the house
with many and conflicting thoughts,
tor, like many another girl she is at
odds about some things OF which she
says little.
She only stops moment in the
parlor to say, 'Auntie, guess ! will
go right up to my room and rest my
head. Then she goes on up the
broad staircase, through the long cor.
| ridor and into her room, locks the
door and sits down YEARLY to think.
Dear me her thoughts roam like the
wandering jew. But in the midst OF
all they find one resting place and,
as thoughts have way of doing,
stick there like grim death. Then she
sets up an imaginary self on stool
of repentance in front of Der and apos-
trophies it as follows: You little
goose! why don't you love that min
lister; he Is a genuinely good man
and there are mighty few of them
| Then she falls into reverie, but soon
proceeds, You ought to be ashamed
to care anything for Rex Cant, you
know he cont care for YOU Here the
other self grows indignant and
speaks up, what of the evening you
went boating, and the walk from
Cables Hill and But at this juno
ton she becomes disgusted with
both selves and rudely interrupts the
dialogue by getting up and taking
OF her wrap and hat.
Then she lights the gas aud sits
resolutely down to read, but after
reading over one page some six
times without the least idea of what
it means, she tosses the book into
the fart5est corner ofthe room, turns
out the gas again, raises the low
French window and steps''out upon
the balcony. 1t has been delight
full afternoon, and she remembers, aa
II it were q long time ago the sof.
Sunshine and swaying shadows; but
| toward dusk the air had grown op>
press,ve, and now the moon is Iut
cut by clouds that are gathering and
skurrying across the sky. She drops
YEARLY dowu in rustic chair, puts
her folded arms on the balustrade
and leaning her cheek upon them,
looks over the lawn and thinks The
breeze blows over her face and lifts
her hair, and she thinks 10 earnest
now; many an evening boating, of
walks and talks and oh of thous.
and things and uudor all like the
current that bears the drifting rose
leaves, flows the fear that this art.
list who has grown so closely into all
her life, will go out into the world
and forget her.
The current OF that fear grows
swifter and stronger, until finally she
finds that the breeze, grown to a
gale, is moaning round the corner of
the house and into the window be-
hind her with lonesome sound she
CT mot bear: and she rises impatient
| ly shuts The window down and her.
self out with the night. She has
hardly done this when a familiar
odor greets her senses and presto !
the scene changes for the odor is
Enthusiastically that of q ciger.
She stands perfectly motionless
and looks down in en opposite direc.
ton from where sho has been look
ing and there, pacing up and d wn
the walk slowly, was her artist, with
that masculine comforter between
his lips. There is an old saying
about his satanic majesty, but che
adapts it to the case in hand as she
thinks in her ignorance, and quotes
to herself, Think OF angels and you
hear tie rustling of their wings
She hardly dares breathe as she
watches this bright being, probably
for fear of frightening him away,
but he walks up and down without
even a glance at the balcony, and
presently she breathes freer; but
still she watches and he walks, and
in the meantime the clouds ara gro "
ing heavier. Presently she hears q
low rumble of thunder, and at the
same instant Rex losses away his
cigar and comes straight over to the
balcony. Striking tragical atti-
tude he lifts his face to her and tighs
| out:
Bright angel, thou art as glorious
to this night, being Ger my head IS
a winged messenger of heaven'-but
you had better open the window and
go within for there is shower
coming up and you'll get your wings
wet. Besides you've been out too
long already
| Thank you sir, | will go in imme-
diately since you have watched me
so long as to grow tired of me-. and
she turned in very digni6ed man.
ner to the window. quick as love is
always to take offense Ut nothing,
and secretly not little vexed that
he has been walking up and down
there so long and rot spoken before.
But the uulucky window closes with
a spring and is fast. One or two
frantic efforts to lift it and she
stands still.
A low amused laugh from below
you don't mean to say that window
lie locked I? Well that is too good
Say you are sorry for being indig.
nant at nothing and I'll run up and