Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1894-09-27

urued To evolve his philosophy of the
visible universe unmoved.
/ He is So tantal;Ziug!" she cried.
I throwing away her work with pretty
pettiSh gesture If he would only
once show some Difference to NE. l
should not care. rus>, puSS, say!
Come to me at once. sir.
He thoroughly understands the Sc
cret of his own supremacy, Marion
replied Lillian. coming to the end Of
her writing, and softly strokins the
animals Snow-whitr breast He
knows as we'll as You do that You
would think nothing of his careSSeS If
he laviShed them uuaSkrd.
"ScltiSh hateful anlmal"'
He is not selfish. replied Lillian; "he
is profound student ot human nature.
He has discovered that the deepest
Joy human being can taste is to love
diSintereStedly. He therefore offers
mankind this enjoyment by permitting
them to adore him at a distance. Dogs
afford far lower enjoyment that of
being loved"
Dogs are right" said Marion, her
brown eyes Softening in a wiStful gaze;
the happicSt thing is to he loved.
should die il people didn't love ME. l
almost hated Cyril when | thought,
in that dreadful time last spring, thai
he didn't care for me.
1T is delicious to he loved" re
joined Lillian, "hut to love is best.
How happy Henry Is in his affection
the world to him, and vet think you
care little comparatively for him; YOU
even prefer your brother Leslie who
is always too busy with sport and
gayeties to write to YOU"
We'll. it is different replied Mari
on. Henry is SO full OF learning that
he seems older than Leslie, who is the
darling of his regiment and SO full of
life And then. Henry is not engaged
| am sure he has never cared for any
girl, and will die an old bachelor. OF
course he cares much more for me
than care for him. And he is so
devoted to Cyril
II think" said Lillian. pressing her
! cheek against her pets glossy fur
that neither of you know the real
worth of Henry
"Oh he is the best old fellow in the
world, but not clever and handsome
like Cyril ana without the dash OF
Leslie BY the way, | suppose those
bad boys will be here tonight"
NO doubt they will turn up some
time. unless something serious detains
them, in which case they will telc-
graph. cyril has promised to preach
! tomorrow. Are you quite sure, Mar
ion, that he did not mention his train?
He always likes me 10 meet him at
Oldport'
"llc said he would write later to
name the train. suppose he forget.
"lIc does forget now, Marion, as he
never used to. He is killing himself
in that dreadful parish. oh, shall
bc so thankful WIN You are married!
/ There will be a perfect holiday. TO
begin with. and then YOU will keep
him within reasonable bounds"
Marion laughed. lie will have to
take care Of me AS well rs the parish"
she said But what is this
This" proved to be merely Eliza
the parlor maid, who entered with her
usual unmoved cOuntenance.
at is only Stevens, Miss Lillian
she said And could YOU please step
down to the forge ut once
The forge" exclaimed Marion, with
wide eyes Of establishment
What is the matter there, Eliza
asked Lillian, TRANQUILITY
only HotSpur. Mr.. Migrants horse,
miss They've been trying this hour to
get him shod. Straun says he would
not touch him for a hundred pounds"
But what has the parish clerk TO do
with shooting horses exclaimed the
bewildered Marion,
"Or the parsons daughtcr?" added
Lillian. laughing. why, nothing is
done in the village without Stevens,
Marion. He and Grandfer together are
the oracles of Melbourne No, you
Shall not come with me; you would be
frightened TO death Go and see If
mother wants anything. She will be
waking now"
"Oh, | say Lillian" cried a little
voice. as Lennie burst in, rosy aud
excited, do come along. Such larks.
Hotspur has kicked a cart 10 atoms,
and now he is letting fly in all direc-
tons, and is killing Judkins and
there's Stevens stamping at the back
door, and the whole village with its
hair on end"
"Hyperbole is Lcunie's favorlte fig
ure,' commented Lillian, going out into
the hall, and taking her hat and
jacket Run on, Lennie, and say
am just coming. Natter oh, my
dearest Marion, nothing! only ;hat
Ingram Swaynestone spoils his horses
tempers, and then Is surprised that his
servants can't manage them"
with quick, light step and erect car
riase down the drive, and along the
village highroad, bordered with It's Ut
tla Gardens. In which one or two be