Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1881-06-17

me months and months afore this chap
came here. We might have been
married now if it hadn't been that you
are SO changed. If it hadn't been
| that"
ooh, don't preach, Mark; | hate it, !"
cried Hettv, impatiently. Il am very
sorry if you care for me, because really
/ II don't think | care for you quite as
| ought-and as | once thought |
did"
How long have you found that out?
only since he came to the village,
with his soft barney and honied
tongue" retorted the young fisherman.
"Well, we shall see," he added, in
quieter tone 'If he marries you, well
and good; | wouldn't stand in the way
Of your happiness, even though tit
broke by heart to part with you. You're
pretty enough to grace a crown-and
all the village says so-but that ANTI
the thing. If he SO much as hurt one
hair Of your head-P break every bone
in his body"
And the strong hand of Mark Fenton
clenched as he spoke, and he looked at
that moment powerful enough to fell an
OK with one blow.
Hetty turned away, not altogether at
ease; but, affecting an air OF the most
supreme indifference to all her lover
had said. she resumed her former posi-
tion tapping one dainty foot impatient
ly on the shingle.
Mark left her without another word,
and at that moment the boat, bearing
the form of him she imagined she loved,
II T. IaSl J., IF af.I
ed the braakwater.
Mark stood watching the party land,
while rich ftnsh color mautled Hetty !
cheek. She stood with her bosom heav-
ing, excepting look or even a word,
but she received neither.
| Dudley Carlton appeared utterly un-
conscious Of he presence, and passed
her as if there had been no such crea-
ture as Matthew Golding's daughter in
existence.
The color faded from her cheek, leay-
ing her white to her lips, and no sooner
was the boating party out Of sight than
she turned and walked slowly toward
her fathers cottage.
But the feeling ol disappointment did
not continue with her long. Dudley,
doubtless, had not seen her-no, she
was sure that he could not have done SO
and at their next meeting he would
be the same as ever She had appoint
ed to meet him Gu the morrow, away
from the busy fishing town, at a little
nook in the cliffs, the spot of many a
former tryst; and she was almost count
ing the hours until the tim should ar
rive.
She hardly remembered how she drag
ged through the day, almost sick with
anxiety, lest Dudlev's love had waned.
Mark Fenton, usually their guest ut
supper, did not appear that evening,
and her father was gloomy and silent,
50 that Hetty crept away to bed as soon
us she was able
The morrow dawned, bright, fair and
sunny, rs the previous day had been;
and ut the appointed time and place
Hetty, looking wonderfully pretty in
her fresh Sunday attire, with the daint-
lest of straw hats, trimmed with sprays
Of pink heather, stood awaiting the ar
rival Of Dudley Carleton.
For more than al hour size waited,
burrowing tiny holes in the earth with
the end Of the fringed parasol that had
once been her mothers, and walking
up and down until she seemed familiar
with every blade Of grass and weary
Of the sound Of her own footsteps.
Dudley Carleton came not.
Suddenly she bethought herself of
her fathers tea, and not until then did
she seem to be aware that her lover
had broken his word She had little
time to question herself, however-she
must hurry home, get her finery laid
away, and the table spread in readiness
for his return from work.
She was hot and flushed from the
haste she had made, when the old fish
erman entered, and looked little
guilty too; but she talked cheerfully to
him throughout the meal, and made a
desperate effort to appear us though
nothing had happened out Of the ordln-
airy way.
More than week passed. Mark had
taken her ut her word and kept out Of
her way, and so had Dudley Carleton.
for the matter of that, for she had seen
and heard nothing of him either.
LIN vain she waited for him on the
beach, trusting that ere each morning
was out he would be down there with
his boat; but he never came, and she
began to fear that lie had left the little
fishing village, and that her "castle
building" was gradually crumbling to
pieces
She never suspected how narrowly
in those days Mark Fenton watched the
girl lie loved; he could almost read her
thoughts by every change Of her face
50 closely had lie studied it f late.
One evening, vending his way home
ward to his SOLITARY lodging tor by the
death Of his mother, some years back,
Mark Fenton had been left alone in
the world his heart and mind Cypress,
ed with anxious thoughts ef Hetty, a
figure came out Of the cleaning and
advanced toward him.
a second glance was all that was re
quired to enable him to recognize bud
LEY Carleton, and when once the rccog.
milton had been made, Mark slackened
his pace and waited for the young man
TO approach him.
They were alone on the cliffs, those
two patrician and plebeian-and
As the light Of the moon fell upon the
face of the former the latter saw that
1t was slightly paler than usual
Dudley Carleton knew him to be Hetty
Golding's lover; for the girl had more
than one occasion pointed him him out
as the man her father wished her to
marry
He stopped because Mark stopped
although his glance somewhat quailed
beneath that of the stalwart fisherman
MIR. Cartons that you? We
thought you had left the village, said
Mark, somewhat sternly: and so does
some one else, whom you have basely
deceived"
"I-what do YOU mean?' exclaimed
Dudley, angrily, the hot blood rising tt
his smooth cheek. How dare you &C
cost me thus2 / have no feelings ii
common with YOU, | don't even recol
lect your name-that is to say if ever
knew it"
Never mind what my name is, re
ttOrted Mark fiercely. II know who