Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1880-10-21

a fine ear for melody and rythm.
1T is so strange to me- she said /,
him that day so strange you sta,
here. You should go out into thu
great world. You are fitted for it
and it holds so much pleasure.
4 don't know he said, musingly
Il think could never be quite hap.
ply away from the helds and brooks
and the old farm where my boyhood
was spent. Every spot is dear tc
me. But | have often thought
would get away to the city for the
winter. 1t would benefit me, / know
| think will next winter. You will
be there then, very likely?'
Z Lso~ a 'asnmanf the trnth tramhlad
on Clare's lips, as she looked into
the honest face and handsome brown
eyes that shone upon her with new
interestin their beautiful depths. Then
the temptation to sound the depths
of that interest-to make it serve her
selfish pleasure, got the better of her
good Impulse and she answered:
4 am usually there in the winter ;
and should you come to town, you
must surely let me know,next season.
As they drove homeward through
a narrow valley, between the steep
hills. Hugh rem arked:
we must come up here week or
two later-this valley will be Jus,
red with the wild lilies. And some
time, when the day is pleasant, and
you care to go, | know where there
is lovely lake; and | own a little
toat just large enough for two. II
is only mile from home--in another
direction
You are SO klnd,' answered Glare.
But do not want to tax your time
too much. know how many things
you have to do, more important and
more profitable than amusing an idle
young lady
Aud then she looked up into his
face with childish smile and glance
of her eyes no man could resist.
1T is great pleasure to me, he
made answer very earnestly, 'to be
able to add to your stay among us in
any way. You have brought me the
pleasantest hours of my life. AND
am not so much tied to the farm as
usual. was not at all we'll in the
spring-just weak and tired all the
time and we hired an extra hand
for the season; man who is expert
enced and trusty, and seems to take
a personal interest in the farm BUSH
ness; and | am relieved of a good
deal of care. | am glad it CHANGED
to be this summer you came to us,
for it enables me to see more of you
than | could have done any previous
season.
Ia her next letter to Walter Ian.
den, Glare wrote:
my mild Irritation progresses with
such earnest solemuity, that I am ia.
cliued to be more saddened than
amused by it. My brown-eyed rus.
tic Informed me recently that l had
given him the pleasantest hours of
his life. But while that same remark
by society youth might have been
delightfully."- edifying as the proof of
the progress of Irritation, from his
lips it sounded so earnest and hon.
est | grew quite grave-as | might
if he had told me / had converted
him from Atheism to Christianity.
| have done so little to give him
pleasure -iadeed, he has been the
one to confer that; but the poor
fellow has known so little of life, he
is starved. You will agree with me,
Walter, that this Irritation is indeed
mild-for he has never even paid me
compliment or taken my hand I'M.
less compelled to. He is a queer
specimen of man to find in this
nineteenth century,
Had Clare been writing few days
later, she could not have truthfqlly
added the closing sentences.
They drove-she and Hugh-to
the Valley for lilies. 1t was a gu.
peru day in midsummer. Glare was
vision of loneliness in a suit of soft
white, a straw hat covered with fine
lace ruohing shading her lovely face.
With her lap and hands full of the
beautiful red and spotted lilies, she
made beautiful picture as she sat
in the carriage, its light top thrown
back.
Hugh, standing by the side of the
carriage, holding the lines in one
hand, his head resting against the
otber-his elbow on the carriage
rim-his dark eyes raised and rest
ing upon its lovely occupant, found
his voice at last. 1t was very low,
and very calm, and very earnest, as
we're the beautiful eyes.
you are the most perfect woman
in the world he said. physically,
mentally, morally. God was good
to put you in this world, that we
might see YOU
Glare looked down in surprise, and
met the imprisoned dark eyes, 30
full of almost unearthly beauty.
She reached out her fair hand and
stroked his white brow, and ran her
1.-THE fingers through the dark, moist
hair. But she did not speak; she
only looked at him and smiled.
why is it, he said, presently, that
if your hand or your garments touch
me, / tremble from head to foot ?
No other person ever affected me so.
Why is it p
How can I tell p answered Glare,
still smiling. But she knew.
Somehow, she did not relate all or
any OF this occurrence when she
wrote her next letter to Walter Lam
den. She only said her friend con-
tinued to be kind, and gave her many
pleasures she would otherwise be
debarred from.
After that it was nothing unusual
for Hugh to take her hand and hold
it in bis when they drove, or stroke
her soft hair with reverent touches
as they sat on the old veranda in the
moonlight; and be talked of bis fu.
ture in new, staange way, it seemed
to Clsre-of the city--of travel-of
the great world he seemed eager to
know and be known by.
Il should like he said. 'to have a
home in the CITY. and live there win.