Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1890-11-06

Mabel Wynne stayed and spent the eve
ming at the Dale farm house. She and
Fiorrie sang sweet part songs to the
accompaniment of Roberts violin: they
talked of old times and new; and when
at last Robert returned from seeing Mabel
home, Fiorrie clapped her hands glee-
fully.
"Oh. Bob she cried. isn't it nice to
have Mabel here once more.
And Bob's smile did her heart good.
The next day. however. things assumed
a new aspect. Robert and Florrie walk
ell through the woods to the beautiful new
house, whose stained glass easements COM
manded so rare view OF hillside. wood
land and distant winding river Mabel
was standing on the portico.
Nov come IN, she cried radiantly
walk through all the rooms with me.
Here is the library want Roberts ideas
about filling thpt up-and here are the
drawing rooms. Florrie and | must de-
eide about these; fer to tell you the truth
and she colored pinker than the
heart of rose--''l am gong to be mar
ried!''
FIorrie started back. with little ex-
clamation; Robert stood calm anu quiet
as one of the marble statues in the vesti-
bule
Married, ''-Florrie cried and not to
confde in nae! Oh. May"
Tell me, - said MabeI--''shal we fur
nish the drawing rooms in blue and silver.
or pink and gold? And shall my rooms
be the south ones, or the suite looking out
over the river? And Bob must have the
vestibules furnished to suit a mans taste.
shouidn' t like to have my husband criti-
else them when he comes Will you do
this for me Bob, because of our old friend
ship? Oh, don't look so soemnly at me.
| know am asking great deal, but |
thought | could depend on you
You can, he answered quietly.
Come out and look at the new sun
dial on the south lawn, added Mabel
Florrie has run up stairs to see the river
from the observatory. We won't wait
for her, because, Bob, | want to tell you a
secret.
Would not your husband be the prop
er person to conf de in, May?" he ask
ed.
I'm this case, no, Bob!' she cried.
my soul-this husband that is to be-and
he loves me-
Naturally" observed Robert, setting
his teeth
But he does not dare to tell me so. He
thinks, don't you see, that am an heiress.
Well, so am; but | am woman never
theless, and love him. Is nv wretched
money to part us? If so | will Hing it all
into the ocean and begin life anew as a
beggar girl. Now, Bob what shall | do?
1t is for this that have sent for you to
come here. Answer me. quicklv!'
IETpll him oil - cold p
For God sake do not break his heat
for so trifling a cause as this"
Mabel's face crimsoned, he, ewes fell to
the ground.
Il have told him she murmmed,
within this hour. On, Robert, Robert!
have | said too much?''
my May, my own darling!' cried Dale
And to think that this miserable, false,
false pride of mine failed to measure the
nobility of your virtue!"
When Florrie came down from the OBJ
servatory TO the marble sun-dial. where the
minutes were measured off by sun shine
oh, how appropriate it seemed just now,
this division of time Bob and Mabel
we're side by side on a rustic bench, and
there was a something in their faces that
betrayed the tuth at once.
! Mabels lips dimpled into a soft, shy
smile. Bob drew Florrie towards him at
once.
You have discovered our secret, little
sister, - said he.
Florrie uttered a cry of Joy
'Oh, May she said, ST is Bob"
Could it be anyone else than Bob?"
Mabel whispered, her sweet eyes full of
loving light
And then Florrie, the mendacious little
gypsy, declared that she had known it all
along. 1t wasn't bit of surprise to
her. Everybody had seen it but Bob,
and love was proverably Enthusiastically
Niuht