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

ana as pleasant young IelIOW as Know,
and would make jewel of a husband; and
money-say what you like, my dear Pris-
cilla-is always something. 1t ranks high
CT than TeUenge."
'There is no revenge. 1t is only just
resentment"
''Well, Pll call it by any name you like,
my dear, but l must say"
Il must beg, Gertrude, you will not discuss
this unhappy subject" says Miss Priscilla,
with some agitation.
'Well, won't, then. There let it lie,"
says Madame OConnor, good-humoredly.
And tell me, now, if | come over to fetch
Monica on Monday, will she be ready for
me?''
quite ready. But we have not consulted
her yet" says Miss Priscilla, clinging to
broken reed.
Olga is talking to her about it. And if
she's the girls she looks, she'll be glad of
change, and the chance of a sweetheart"
says Madame o'connor' gayly.
What lovely liliesr' says Mrs. Bohun,
standing before tall white group.
''Oh, don'tr' says Owen Kelly, who has
Joined her and Monica. whenever hear
a lily mentioned think of OscaE Wilde and
it hurts very much"
Il like Oscar Wilde. He is quite nice,
and very amusing" says Olga.
Il wonder if [ could make my hair grow"
says Mr.. Kelly. meditatively. He's been
very clever about his; but l suppose some
body taught him.
''Well, think long hair is dirty" says
Mrs Bohun, with an distracted glance at
Ronayne'S lightly-shaven head.
Then, as though tired of her sweet role
and of its object (Ronayne) and everything,
she turns capriciously aside, and, motioning
away the men with her hand and a small
frown, sits down at Hernia Herricks feet
and plucks idly at the grasses near her.
$50 we are dismissed" says Kelly, shrug-
ging his shoulders. Monica has disappeared
long ago with the devoted Ryde. Your
queen has her tempers, Ronayne."
''There are few things so cloying as per-
fection," says Ronayne, Loyalty.
Il entirely agree with yOu,-so much so
that L hope Providence will send me al ugly
wife. She-I beg your pardOn-Mrs. BOhun
does pretty much what she likes with you,
doesn't she"'
Altogether what she likes. She's been
doing it for so long now thatI suppose she'll
go on to the end of the chapter. | hope it
will be a long one. Do you know says the
young man, with rather sad little laugh,
cit sounds of course rather poor thing to
say, but really think it makes me happy,
being done what she likes With"'
ut is only to Cblige friend that should
seek to understand such a hopelessly in
volved sentence as that" says Mr.. Kelly,
YEARLY But have managed it. You're
as bad case as everI came across, Ronayne,
and pity you. But 'pOn my SOUL | respect
you too" with flash of admiration; ''there
is nothing like being thoroughly in earnest.
And so l wish you luck in your wooing,"
YOU'RE very good fellow, Kelly" says
Ronayne, gratefully.
In the mean time, Olga, firing of tearing
her grasses to pieces looks up at Hernia.
How silent you are!' she says.
Il thought that was what you Wanted,-
silence. You have been talking all day.
And, besides, if l speak at all, it will be
only to condemn"
Nevertheless speak. Anything is better
than this CHASTITY quiet; and, besides, frank
ly, need not mind you, you know"
you are flirting disgracefully with that
Ronayne boy"
What harm, if he is a boys"
"He is not such boy as all chat comes to;
and if you don't mean it, you are overland
to him."
Hes my baby" says Olga, with little
laugh; II often tell him so. Why should I
not be kind to him?'
"Oh, if you are bent on itP
II am bent on nothing. You do run away
so with things!'
81 think you might do better"
Ppm not going to do anything" says the
widow. She throws off her hat, and ruff1es
up all her pretty pale gold hair with impa-
tient fingers.
ooh, if you can assure me of thatp'
Il don't want to assure you Of anything"
$50 thought. That is why say you
might do better"
II might do worse, too"
perhaps. But still I cannot forget there
was Wolverhampton last year. A title is
not to be despised; and he was devoted to
you, and would, / think, have made a good
husband"
II dare say. He was fool enough for any
thing. And liked him, rather; but there
was something in him-wasn't there, now,
Notwithstanding positively engaging at
times"
81 suppose, then, your fancy for young
Ronayne arises from the fact that there is
nothing in him." says Hernia, maliciously;
''that's his charm, is it?''
Mrs. BOhun laughs.
al don't suppose there is very much in
him." she says; that in itself is such re-
lief. Northampton was so overpowering
about those hydraulics. Ulic isn't servant,
certainly, and don't think he will ever set
the Liffey afire, but he is pleasant too to
think on Now mind you, 1 don't believe
| care pin about Ulic Ronayne,- he is
younger than I am, for one thing,-but still
don't care to hear him abused.'
Il am not abusing him." says Hernia
at was you said he was no servant, and
would be unlikely to set the Liffey afire.''
For which we ShOuld he deyOutlv prate-
full" says Olga, friyolously. Consider, if
he could, what the consequences would be.
both to life and property. Poor young man!
| really think Government ought to give
-" = ptIIoiG:1. because he can't"
''And what about ali the other young
men?' asked Hernia. And then she yawns.
Here MOnica-whO has been absent with
Mr.. Ryde for the best part of an hour-comes
IN to them, and presently Terence, with the
FitzgeraldS, and Miss Priscilla and Lord
ROssmOyne.
L heard story yesterday want to tell
yOu," says Terence, gayly, singing out Miss
Fitzgara d and Olga, and sinking upon the
grass at the formers feet. He is such
handsome merry boy that he is favorite
with all the women. Miss Priscilla stands
near him; the others are all conversing to-
gether about the coming plays at Aghyo-
hiilbeg.
1T is about the curate," says Terence,
gleefully. 'YO on know, he is awful spoons
on the ugliest French girl and the other day
he wanted to run up to Dublin to get her a
ring, or something, but
Now, Terence, dear, surely that is not
the way to pronounce that word,'' says Miss
Priscilla, anxiously; 'such a vulgar pro-
nunciation-bu-ut. How you drawled it!
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