Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1879-11-14

married city man with no birth Il
mention, but unlimited COIN"
"5erved him right" viciously, g
knew him slightly, but can't say
fanced him; weak, it seemed to me
and self-opinionated. He has beer
abroad for some time"
"Fit of the spleens. They say he i.
coming home at the end of the month
80 dare say he has got over it,"
"How will Miss CArew like his being
in the neighbornood again?"
"She is very game" says the major;
"proud, you know, and that-shc won
show what she really feels. Perhaps
his coming will cure her elfectually
and settle matters forever"
"You mean she will probably accept
him second timer"
"Accept himl Nonsense, sir, she viii
rejeot HIM, and that with scorn-with
scoru! says the Major, flushing with in.
dignation.
A month renders the Carews very in.
innate with their landlord-which is
hardly TO be wondered ut, as scarcely a
day passes without his coming to Wes-
but in reality to see Clarssa.
One evening toward the close of this
month, Dugdale happens to be dining at
the lodge. He has dlned there often o!
late, young Carew having taken an enor-
nous fancy to him, being, indeed, almost
low spirited when he is out of his sight.
All through dinner Carssa has been
singulary distraite and meditatiye;
there is far. of look in the clear gray
eyes her lover is quick to remark
Srolling in the garden with her, later
on, through the warm, sweet, woong
July mir, he suddenly breaks the long
silence by saying:
How quiet Won are this evening.
Has anything yexed you-disturbed
your"
Have / betrayed myself even to
your she says with smile and rare
faint blush. "No-yes--I confess it,
should not be disturbed, but amin
that lies my self contempt. 1t makes
me angry with myself to know that
am annoyed, but cannot help it.
heard to-day Sir Wilfred Haughton is
coming home tomorrow" Her voice
has falen slightly.
Yes, know" He has turned his
face away from hers.
cor course you have heard all that
old story" she says, quite calmly, but
with another blush so vivid as to bring
tears Ia her eyes. at seems very old
aow. Every one knows it; that thought
was very bitter to me Just mt first, but
now scarcely seem to mind it, and
you are 40 good friend can speak to
you about it. 1t is very disheartening,
il il not, " with u little constrained laugh,
that, after all ones inward lectures,
one should find ones self us far from
as ever?
Mistaking her meaning altogether, he
wnces perceptibly.
"Does his coming distress your
" Yer" slowly, " it distresses me; and
yet cannot say whether it makes me
glad or sorry. After all, he was an old
friend before-before anything foolish
occurred between us. / do not forget
that"
mo doubt he has, long ere this, re-
pented his browning may, his only ACT
of folly"
They have got down to the wicket
gate by this time, that leads into the
haggard, and he, leaning his arms upon
it, continues always with his eyes
turned from hers.
"What if he is coming home because
the first and best love Is still strong
within? it may be that he il coming
to gain forgiveness"
ooh, 10, nor shrinking. II hope
not. That would be terrible. ! hope
noll But" with an effort, at is i'm
possible"
Il think it is SO utterly possible that
| am almost sure of il" says Dugdale,
who takes u savage pleasure i'll pline
up his own agony. mo man under the
circumstances would eject to come TO
the place again, unless with such m
object.
You Brighten me-" she says; and
then she signs, aud brushes back her
soft hair impaliently from her temples.
Would you act so in such II case p
she asks, presently, i'll II slow dreamy
tone.
Then he turns to look mt her, and
their ewes meet The tender silence of
the coming night is all around. The
faint, melodious lowing of the oxen in
the far.olf meadows alone BREAKS the
stiffness of the evening, that is dying
with such lingering sweetness.
II cannot answer that question" re.
turns he, little unsteadlly; II could
not picture myself in such case. Had
dared to love you it would have been
with such love as would have lasted
to my dying day!"
Silence again. She has grown very
pale, and the hand that triiles with the
huge bunch Of crimson roses so lately
is trembling slightly. The cows are
coming slowly toward them through
the cool deep grass; the birds, high
over their heads, are twittering
drowsily last goodnight; Georges
voice from the verahda calls for them
To return.
You are thinking Of the pas: n says
Dngdale, hurriedly, taking ono Of the
roses from her.
"Yes; and OF the future" She replies,