Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1892-03-17

Paunne occupied herself incessantly. for
the bright hopes of girlhood. she felt, were
hers no long +: she had admitted that the ro
nance, the passion, the poetry OF her youth
were unfOrgotten, but she tried to think
them dead. People wondered at her gravity
She had many admirers. but she never ShOf
ed the least Partially for any Of them. The.
seemed to be some shadow over her and ONLY
those who knew her story knew what it was
that ii was the shadow of her absent love.
She was Standing one day in the library
alone, the same library where so much OF
what had been eyentful in her life had hap
pened The morning had been busy one; ;
tenants, agents, business people of all kinds
had been there, and Pauline felt tired
Darrell Court, the grand inheritance she
had loved and in some measure longed for.
was hers; she was richer than she had ever
dreamed of being, and, as she looked rounC
on the treasures collected in the library, she
thought to herself with a sigh. "Of what
avail are they, save to make others happy?"
She would have given them all to be by
Vane's side, no matter how great their pow
erty, no matter what they had to undergo to-
.ether: but now it seemed that this bright
young love of hers WAS to wither away, to be
heard Of no more.
So from the beautiful lips came a deep
sigh; she was tired, wearied with the work
and incessant care that the management of
her estates entailed. She did not own it even
to herself, but she longed for the presence of
the only being whom she loved.
She was bending over some beautiful ja-
ponicas-fOr, no matter how depressed she
might be, she always found solace in flowers
when she, heard the sound of a horses
rapid trot
Farmer Bowman back again." she said to
herself, with a smile; but must not give
way to him"
She was SO certain that it was her tresome
tenant that she did not even turn her head
when the door opened and some one entered
the room-some one who did not speak, but
who went up to her with beating heart, laid
one hand Oh her bowed head, and said:
Pauline, my darling, have you no word
of welcome for me-"
1t was Fane. With i glad cry of welcome
"a cry such as lost child gives when it
reaches its mothers arms-the cry of long
cherished, trusting love-she turned and was
clasped III his arms, her haven of rest, her
safe refuge, her earthly paradise, attained at
last.
AZ IdSt! size lnlulnureu.
But he spoke no word to her. His eyes
were noting her increased beauty. He kiss
ed the sweet lips, the lovely face.
"My darling" he said, II left you bea u
tiful girl, but find You woman beautiful
beyond all comparison. 1t has seemed to me
an age since [ left you, and now | am never
to go away again. Pauline, you will be kind
to me for The sake Of my long true, deep
NnIt B.,,
make arrangementS-wil you not?''
There was no c0quetry, no affection about
her; the light deepened on her noble face
her lips quivered, and then she told him:
eyes whenever yOu wish
They cOnyersed that evening until the sun
had set. He told her all his experience since
he had left her, and she found that he had
passed through London without even wait
ing to see Lady St Lawrence, so great had
been his longing TO see her.
But the next day Lady St Lawrence camC
down, and by Sir Vane'S wish preparations
for the marriage were begun at once. Pau
line preferred 10 DC married at Audieigh
Royal and among her own people
They tell now OF that g,Ori0liS wedding
CT the sun tl.dt seemed to shine more bright
ly than it had ever sh0ne bCfore-of thu re-
joicings and festivities such as might have
attended The bridal of an eMpress-of the
Tears and blessings Of the p00r-of the good
wishes that would have made earth Heaven
had they been realized. There never was
such a wedding before.
Every other topic failed before the one that
seemed ineXhaustible-the wonderful beauty
Of the bride. She was worthy of the crown
of orange blossoms, and she wore them with
a grace all her own. Then, after the we'd
ding, Sir Vane and Pauline went to Omber-
leigh. That was the latter's fancy, and,
standing that evening where ele had seen
Vane first, she blessed him and thanked him
with grateful tears that he had redeemed he
by his great love.
There was paragraph in a recent issue Of
the Times announcing that Oswald ST. Law
renee, second son of Sir Vane and Lady st.
Lawrence, had, by letters-patent, assumed
the name of Darrell. So that the old baro-
nets prayer is granted, and the race of Oar
rell-honOred and respected, beloved and
esteemed-is not to be without a representa-
tive.
THE END.