Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1886-11-11

by 1t faded away In part, and a very vivid rec
election of the misty, midnight, moonlit walk
ne mad once taken with her came back, and
reflied the canvas with its magic. He saw
the ruined furnace; the dark, overhanging
masses OF rock, the trembling intricacies of
foliage, and, above all, the fash of dark ewes
under a mantilla at his shoulder. What a
fool he had beenl Had he not really been as
senseless and stupid as this very Concho.
lying here like log! And she had loved that
man! What fool she must have thought
INN that EVENING" What snob she must
think him nowl
He was startled by slight rustling in the
passage, that almost ceased as he turned
Thatcher looked toward the door of the outer
office, as if half expecting that the lord chan
cellor, like the commander in "Don Juanp
might have accepted his thoughtless invitation.
He listened again; everything was still. He
was conscious of feeling i'll at ease and a trife
nervous. What long time Harlowe took to
make his preparations. He would look ont In
the hall TO do this it was necessary to turn
up the gas. He did so, and in his confusion
turned it out!
Where were the matchesa He remembered
that there was bronze something on the
able that, in the irony of modern decorative
taste, might hold ashes or matches. or any
thing of an unpicturesque character. He
knocked something over, evidently the ink
something else-this time q champagne glass.
Becoming reckless, and now cropping Mt ran
dom in the ruins he overturned the bronze
Mercury ON the center table, and sat down
hopelessly in his chair. And then a pair of
velvet fingers slid into his, with the matches,
and this audible musical statement:
at is a match you are seekings Here is of
them
Thatcher flushed, embarrassed, nervous
feeling the RIGHTEOUSNESS of saying "Thank
you" to dark somebody--struck the match.
beheld by its brief, uncertain glimmer Carmen
de Haro beside him, burned his fingers.
coughed, dropped the match, and was cast
again into utter darkness.
"Let me tryln
Carmen struck match, jumped briskly on
the chair, lit the gas, jumped lightly down
again, and said "You do like to sit in the
dark-eh9 So am I--sometimes-alone.
Miss de Haro,n said Thatcher, with sud
den, honest earnestness, advancing with out
stretched hands, "believe me, am sincerely
delighted, overjoyed, again to meet
She had, however, quickly retreated as he
approached, ensconcing herself behind the
high back of large antique chair on the
cushion Of which she knelt regret to add
also that she slapped his outstretched fingers
little sharply with her inevitable black fan
as he still advanced.
"We are not i'll California. 1t is Washing
ton. 1t is after midnight. am poor girl.
and have to lose-wbat you Gala charac-
ser.' You shall sit over there"-she pointed
to the sofa-"and l shall sit here"-she rested
her boyish head on the top of the chair-aand
we shall talk, for have to speak to you, Don
Royal"
Thatcher took the seat indicated, contritely,
humbly, submissively. Garments little heart
was touched; but she still went on over tho
back of the chair.
"Don Royal" she said, emphasizing each
word at him with her fan, "before saw you
ever knew Of you'll was a child. Yes,
was but child was a bold, bad child-and
j was what you call a-a-'forgaire'