Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1885-11-13

She did net answer. He fancied no hearG
Ter s. h; yet that sigh gave him no hope.
THAT I love you, / reed ret scy. Nol
must have seen that III my own clumsy
fashion must have shown IL"
Il feared it was So said Beatrice, drearnily
eyes, it was, always will be SO. Even rs
sreak, speak with little hope; but, ct least
you viii hear and believe love YOU
Ills voice was SO deep and earnest sh,
scarcely recognized it. He looked at her
Her lashes were cast down and tears wer
forcing their way through them.
''WiIl you answer mel" he said, tenderly
Il do not insult you by speaking of wealth
or rank in the world. If you loved a MAJ
YOU would care little for that. You would
marry the man you loved in spite of all tn
world"
She shivered. Her mouth worked piteously
For second a wild, joyful thought RAJ
through the wooer's mind-for a second only
"Do Judge you rightly he asked.
81 think so-but, oh, Mr.. Mordle, aln 81
sorry for this"
Her accent left no doubt as to the genuine
ness of her regret. Had she wronged him t.
the greatest extent, IL could not have beer
more real
So ike d man he took his answer. He rose
His face WAS pale, but then mans face is
SO far as color goes, beyond his control. But
his manner and words were his own bond
servants.
we can still be fIiendsz' he jerked out
in very good imitation of his usual brisb
manner.
IF YOU wish it," said Beatrice, quietly.
almost humbly.
"Of course wish it. By-the-by, will you
| wish me a pleasant holidayi 1 am going
away next week. France, Switzerland, the
Rhine-all the rest of it"
Beatrice laid her hand on his arm. "Don't
please, speak like that you make me miser'
able"
Miserabler'
eyes. Do you think a woman does not
feel unhappy when she finds she cannot &C
cept the love of good man like yourself Dc
you think she believes he goes from her side
and forgets all that has happened don't
think am to blame, Mr.. Mordle, but anyway
feel miserable"
He took her hand. "No, you are not tc
blame. / was fool Never mind, am q
man also. 1 really was going away ne1i
week, unless-well, never mind what. When
come back. If am not cured Of my folly.
can at least promise that even you VIII not
see any symptoms of disease. Goodbye"
He turned and left her. Even in his desc
lation he had the grain Of comfort that he
had not borne himself amiss. To Miss Clau-
son, at least, he must always stand far above
his unfortunate name.
Still he was terribly upset. So much &c
that he walked to the end Of the lane without
remembering his tricycle., and was compelled
to retrace his steps in order to recover the
artificial means OF propulsion. He felt this to
be peculiarly unfortunate incident, for, as
he walked up to the house, he caughta glimpse
Of Beatrice standing in penSye, thoughtful
attitude, gazing out Of enc Of the windows.
! Nevertheless he mounted his metal steed
bravely and sped away.
| By the unwritten canons of art, it seems to
me that e rejected sutton is expected,
horseman, to dash his spurs into his chargers
| tanks and gsIlop away, anywhere, anywhere;
| il pedestrian, he should rush of IN frenzy,
stride of with dignity, or lounge away with
studied caraIesEness. Tie Rev. Sylvauus
manner Of departure was certainly an i'm
pertinent invasion Of comedy into the grim
| realms OF tragedy. But in real life the two
| are always inextricably mingled. Only in
ronanees do we find them kept quite apart.
| This Is not romance