Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1891-08-13

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her thoughts have been travelling in COM
pany with his, she brings herself back to
the present moment, and recollection of the
many reasons why she must not listen to
his wooing. why should you believe your
self anything to me?" in voice that uuiyers
! audibly
"Ah, why, indeed?' returns he, bitterly.
| There is such pain in his voice and face that
| her soul yearns toward him, and she repents
| her last words.
! Il an wrong. You are something to me-"
she says, in tone so low that he can scarce
! ly hear it. But lovers ears are sharp
You mean that, Monica?''
"Yes,'' still lower.
''Ihen why cannot be more to you? Why
am I to be denied chance of forwarding
the cause in which all my hopes are center
ed? Monica, say you will meet me some
| where-SOOro."
| How can I?' she says, TREMENDOUSLY. Her
voice is full of tears. She is altogether diff
| ferent from the cOquettish, provoking child
| of last night. You forget all have just
now said"
''At least tell me, then,' says he, sadly,
that if you could you would"
There is pathetic ring in his tone, and
| tears rise to her eyes. Can anything be so
nOp6lcSS DIS GIllS lON6-dlldII Ol utGSI
Eyes, would" she says, almost desper-
ately.
ooh, darling ddrlingP' says the young
man with passion. He holds her hands
| closely, and looks into her troubled eyes,
and wishes he might dare take her into his
arms and, pressing her to his heart ask her
to repeat her words again. But there is
something in the calm purity of her beauti-
FIJI fao hot yah Of
and as yet although the dawn is near-heI
love has not declared itself to her own soul
in all it's strength.
i have at least one consolation" he says,
at last, calling to mind the Quietude that
| surrounds Moyne and its inhabitants, and
the withdrawal from society that has OBJ
tanned there for many years. GAS you are
not allowed to see me,-except on such rare
occasions as the present when the Fates are
kind, you cannot at least see any one else,
often, that is"
'Meaning?-'
"Ryde."
She laughs little, and then colors.
aunt Priscilla has asked him to come to
MOyne next Friday" she says, looking at
the ground; ''she is giving an At Home on
chat day, for him and Captain Cobbett. She
says she feels it is a duty to her queen to
show some attention to her servants"
In her tone, as she says this, there is
spice of that mischief that is never very far
from any pretty woman.
''He is to be invited to Moyne,-t0 spend
an entire day with your says Desmond,
thunderstruck by this last piece of news.
'Oh, no! only part of it, says Monica,
meekly.
1T is just as bad 1t is disgraceful! Your
aunts are purpOSely encouraging him to
keep you away from me. Oh, aUhy," wretch
edly, ''should this unlucky quarrel have
arisen between our house and yours"
'Well, that's your fault" says Monica.
'Mine?"
''Your uncle's then. 1t is all the same"
unjustly.
Il really can't see that" says Mr., Des-
mOnd, very righteOusly aggrieved that is
visiting the sins Of the uncIes upon the neph-
ews with vengeance. Monica, at least
promise me you won't be civil to him."
Il can't be rude to him."
'You can. Why not? 1t will keep him
from calling again. But dare say you
,Odnt him to call again." says Desmond,
angrily.
At this moment, the gates Of Moyne being
in sight, and those of CoOle long passed, Kit,
suddenly appears on the top Of high stone
wall, and calls gayly to Desmond to come
and help her to alight.
And now SO away too" she says; ''you
are forbidden goods you know, and we
must not be seen talking to yOu under pain
of DEATH"
"Good-by," says Desmond, with alacrity,
who is, in truth, sulky, and undesirous OF
further parley with his beloved. "Good-by,
Miss Baresford."
"GOod-by," says Monica, shortly.
1--WE shall see you again soon, no doubt"
says Kit, kindly, in her clear, sweet treble.
Il think it very improbable" returns he,
raising his hat gravely and taking his de-
parture.
"Now, what haze you been saying to that
wretched young man, Monica? says Kit,
severely, standing still in the middle of the
road, the better to bring her sister beneath
the majesty of her eye.
Nothing. Nothing that any reasonable
being could object to-" declares Monica,
with such an amount of vigor as startIes Kit.
But of all the ill-tempered, bearish, detest-
able men | ever met in my life, he is the
aOOrSt."
Which unlooked-for explosion from the
gentle Monica has the effect of Silencing Kit
for the remainder of the walk.
ut is quite the loveliest old place in the
worldv' says Mrs. BOhun, in her soft plain
tive voice, speaking very enthusiastically.
eve ought to be more than grateful to you,
dear Miss Blake, for letting us see it."
Miss Priscilla reddens with suppressed
satisfaction, but say
Tut tut my dear! It is only funny
old-fashioned spot, after all, - in quite All Off
| hand manner.
1t is Friday,-the Friday,-aS the Misses
| Blake have been thinking of it for days, in
fear and trembling, as being the date of
their first hospitable venture for many
| years.
All the Aghyohillbeg party, and the men
| from CIonbree Barracks, and some other
neighbors, are strOlling through the sweet
antiquated gardens of MOyne, hedged with
yews Enthusiastically cut. The roses, white
and red and yellow, are nodding their heads
lazily, bowling and courtesying to the pass
ing breeze The stocks and mignOnette are
| filling the air with perfume. Tall lilies are
smiling from distant corners, and the little
merry burn, tumbling over its gray bowl
ders through the garden, is singing loud
and happy song, in which the birds in the
! trees above join heartily.
The lazy hum of many insects makes one
| feel even more percentibly how droWsy.
sweet is all the summer air.
Mrs. Bohun has now fitted away with
Monica, who in her white gown looks the
| prettiest flower of all, in this wilderness of
sweets" with the tall, infatuated Rvde and
handsome young ROnayne in it,.liI si,,....
! Mrs. Bohun, who is in one of her most mis-
chievous moods to-day, has taken it into her
head to snub Lord Rossmoyne and be all
that is of the sweetest to Ulic Ronayne, a
| proceeding her cousin. Mrs. Herrick. regards