Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1891-05-28
MON 4.
STORY OF MODERN DAYS
BIZ the Aaltl,or of Mona Sculy" ''Ac-
cuSeI'' &c, &c.

80 up we got, says hlt, gayIy, -anu
away we went in the nice sweet hay, jog
trot, jog trot, and so comfortable
1--WE got on splendidly," Terence says,
land might indeed have finished our jour
ney respectfully, but for Monica. She laid
our reputation in the dust.
Monica turns upon him an appealing
glance from her large soft eyes that would
have melted any heart but that of a broth
er'S.
Aunt Priscilla" says this adamantine
youth, what is the name Of the house with
the big gate, about half a mile from this?'
''COOle Castle replies she, ST. fly. the
very fact of having to mention the residence
of the detaStad Das nond making her heart
beat violently. But Terry is person blind
to speaking glanceS and deaf to worded
hints. In effect, Terry and tact are two; so
he goes on, unheedng his aunt's evident
disreish for the subject:
"Well, just as we got to CooIe, I saw fell
low standing inside the entranca-gate, smoll-
ing a cigar. l fancied he looked amused,
but would have thought nothing OF that,
only heard him laugh aloud, ard saw he
was staring over my head was driving
to where Monica and Kit were, on the top
of the hay. Il occJ.re.i 10 Inc then 10 see
what 'ils -.''9 - H'''''' "' vi
the shalt, and looked, and
dare he pauses, as though slightly over
come.
what, my dear?" asks Miss Priscilla,
anEi0usly.
There was Monica lying in an aesthetic
attitude,-Ue1y 5esthetc,-with her chin i'll
her hands. and her eyes Oil the horses ears
and her thoughts l presume in heaven, or
wherever young ladies keep them, and with
her heels"
''lt isn't t19te!-it tsIttF' interrupts NoNi-
ca, blushing furioUsly, and speaking with
much indignation. L don't believe single
word of itP'
"And with her heels"
'Te@cnCe"
In miI-a.r She was kicking them up
and down with delight says Terence, fair
~ bu5bing over VITA Coy at the recoiIS"-
ton. 1T was the most humiliating sight
for modest brother. [ shall never forgive
her for 1t. Besides, the strange young man
was
III you say another word" says Monica,
White with wrath and with tears III hereyeS,
L shall never speak to you again, or help
you out Of any trouble"
This awful threat has the desired effect Of
reducing MI Beresford to subsection. He
goes down before the foe, and huckles to
her meanly:
You needn't take it so much to heart"
he says, s00thingIy; there wasn't much in
it, after all: and your shoes are very pretty,
and SO are your feet"
The compliment works wonders; Monica
quite brigEtons up again, bat the two old
ladies are hOpelessly s@andalized.
Il feel assured. Terence says Miss Pris-
ella. with muc.I dignity, that under no cir
cu3ustances could niece of mine show too
much OF -her-"
Here Miss P.isoila bushes, and breaks
down.
"Leg,?' ,lrgrrs.s Terry. politely.
'-But who was he strange young man?'
asks Miss Penelope. curi0Hsly.
''Olw friend OF the hay-cart said his name
was Desmond and that he was nephew to
The master of the house behind the big
rates" returns Kit. fI;ortly.
HDesmOndr' saws Miss Priscilla. greatly
,7.ttated. Let me never hear YOU mention
that name again! 1t has been our bane!
FORGET Won have ever been so unfortunate
IS TO encounter this young man. and if i'll
luck should ever drive him across your path
again, remember you do not-you never can
know him.
But I'm certain he will know Monica if
he sees her again. says Kit. He stared at
her as if she had seven heads"
No wonder, considering her equivOcal
position. And as to knowing Monica, | III
no, certain of that, Of course, but Pm utter
ly positive he could swear to her shoes in a