Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1891-06-11
ing quickly to right and lett. DO you never

ing quickly to right and lett. --Doyou never
1.ink?'
GAS seldom as ever I can. But why be
nervous, Hernia? If any one were to COM
pare me with tulip, I should die ONO,
not chagrin-joy, [ mean, of course. Moni-
ca, what are you saying to Owen%'
Il don't think l know who Owen is, says
Monica, with glance at the gentleman in
question, that is half shy, half friendly.
THAT argues yourself unknown" says
Olga. He is Master Owen Kelly, of Kelly's
Grove, county Antrim, and the bright and
shining light of the junior bar. They all
swear by him in Dubiin-all, that is except
the judges, and they swear dt him"
Monica looks at Master Owen Kelly in a
family puzzled fashion.
NOW tell us what you were saying to each
other" says Olga.
''It was nothing returns Monica. "We
were only talking about this Egyptian war:
But don't really" nervously, understand
anything about it."
You needn't blush for your ignorance on
that score,'' says Mr.. Kelly. You're in the
general swim; nobody knows
Lord Rossmoyne," says Mrs. Bohun,
turning to him with ineffable sweetness,
twill you do something for me?'
The transition from GOODNESS to tender
appeal is too much for RoSsmoyne; his face
brightens.
you know there is nothing I would not
do for you," he says, gravely but eagerly.
"Then," promptly, please take that ugly
frown off your forehead and put it in your
pocket; ONO, throw it away altogether;
if you kept it near you, you might be tempt
ed to put it on again."
Il did not know I was frowning."
"You were," sweetly. You are all right
again now, and so shall be rewarded. You
can't think how unbecoming frowns are,
and how much better you look when you
are all sweetness and light as now for
example. Come" rising, you shall take
me for nice long walk through these de-
lghtful old gardens"
AS she moves she sees the daisies still
clinging to her gown that Ulic Ronayne has
been amusing himself with during the past
half-hOur More than this, she see, too, the
imploring gaze of his dark eyes upturned to
hers.
SILLY boyr' she says STOPPING to shake
away the daisies with her hand; but her
words have a double meaning. Involun-
tarily, unseen by all the Others except
MOnica,-his hand closes upon hers.
do not go with him." he says, with deep
entreaty.
Il muSt-nOW."
"Then let me come too?"
mo" Then she raises herself, and says,
gayly, "You shall stay and make love to
Miss BeresfOrd. Monica, I have desired Mr..
Ronayne to stay here and amuse you"
She moves across the lawn with Ross
mOyne beside her. Mrs. Herrick and Mr..
Kelly are strolling lazily in another direc-
ton. Monica and Ulic are alone.
rs there anything can take you to see?'
asks he gently.
mo, thank you. am quite happy here"
Then, noticing the extreme sadness on his
beautiful face, she says, slowly, But you
are not, | am afraid"
Il should be, with so fair a companion"
He smiles as he says this, but his smile is
without mirth, and she does not return it.
Suddenly leaning forward, she says to him,
very tenderly,-
you love Olga, do you not"'
She never afterward thinks of this speech
without blushing deeply and wondering why
she said it. 1t was an impulse too strong to
be conquered, and it overpowers her. His
face changes, and he colors perceptibly; he
heSitates too, and regards her inquiringly.
Something, perhaps, in her expression reas-
sures him, because presently he says,
bravely,-
Yes, do. Hove her with all my heart
and soul; as [ never have loved, as l never
shall love again. This thought is my hap
piness; my sorrow lies in the fear that she
will never love me. Forgive my saying all
this to you she told me to amuse you," with
a faint smile, ''and have wofully neglected
her commands"
you must forgive me-" says Monica. II
should not have asked you the question"
% not be sorry for that; it has done me
good, think. am glad 1 have said it out
loud to somebody at last. 1t is odd, though,
isn't it'll should have made my confess
sion to you, of all people, whom never saw
until ten minutes agOr'
Then Monica remembers that this is the
second young man she has found herself on
friendly terms with since her arrival at
Moyne, without the smallest Introduction
having been gone through on any side. 1t
all sounds rather dreamy, and certainly very
irregular.
''Ah! there is Madam O'Connor beckon-
ing to me- says Ronayne, lazily rising to
his feet. II suppose she wants me for
moment Will you mind my leaving you for
llIlle, VI VIII you come Win ule! Slid
be any time.''
81 shall stay here" says Monica. There,
go; she seems quite in hurry. Come back
when you can"
He runs across the grass to his hostess;
and Monica, leaning back in her chair,
gives herself up to thought. Everything is
strange, and she is feeling little lonely. a
little distr0ite, and Out this she will not al
low even to herselD distinctly disappointed.
She is trying very hard to prevent her mind
from dwelling upon certain face that
should be naught to her, when she suddenly
becomes conscious of the fact that some one
has come to stand-still close beside her
chair. She turns.
CHAPTER VII.
'sYou see failed" says Brian Desmond
A quick warm blush has dyed Monica's
cheeks crimson.