Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1894-10-18
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he naO cats IOf MS duCtStOTS, dHu aot
quick he always spits. Oh, that vile
very long ago either, when he talks
bell. we may as we'll run, he can't see
us from the schOol-room window or [
wouldn't give him that much satisfac-
ton
When will you begin the help"
painted Dacre. as they pulled up at the
nearest point out of sight Of the school
room.
''I'n think tonight and tell you-Ugh!
Dacre. wipe your face, you get so per-
spiratony. after the shortest run;
never do"
mo thanks to you, when one can see
through you for thinness.'
The next evening when lessons were
away, and the school-room tea over.
Gwen, instead of absorbing herself in
a book until bedtime, as she generally
did, took restless fit. She moved
about in noiseless sweeping way she
had; she threw the window open
breathlessly, and Grained her head far
into the breezy night
A sudden gust that was carrying on
a wild dance with some maple leaves
caught sight of her hair and seized on
it as a new playing, or perhaps mis-
took it for some of the Orange-gO gold
leaves, and swept great lengths Of it
out among them till her white face
seemed caught in a whiring net of
brilliant gold. When she drew back
at last painting, she shut the window
and went over to Dacre.
you're pretty tidy" she said, ''for
you, but you might just take that
black smudge off your nose. Do 1
look right?"
''You look as mad as a halter, but
you generally DO that, only I think
your hair makes you look madden than
ever"
She caught her hair bodily, gave it
violent shake, then took out her hand
kerchief and rubbed her cheeks until
they glowed scarlet.
What are you at, making yourself
like a turkey-cock?" demanded Dacre.
We'll both go into the library" said
she in sort of studied calm, II heard
them go in after dinner and they
think Pm sick and don't eat enough
if I'm white. Come on quick, now,
while I'm red"
Dacre came near and looked into her
face with some curiosity.
You're madden tonight than 1 ever
saw you " he observed. You can go,
you will if you want to, Of course
not, not if / knows it,"
eff you don't I'll do all possibly can
to keep you at home"
That and her look were decisive. He
followed her with AN angry snort, and
they went swiftly down the low, broad
oak stair with their winding curved
balustrade, down through the softly
carpeted corridors. When they
reached the library door they stood
with one accord. stock-still.
You're whittier than ever,' said he.
wipe your nose, you've rubbed the
black all over it instead Of off it. Am
[ red nOW?"
you're magenta"
Come on then"
When the door opened slowly and
IN the soft glow Of the lamps. Mr..
and Mrs. Warning started up in some
dismay.
SIS anything wrong, my dears? Are
you ill?' cried Mr.. Warning, while his
wife came forward nervously and
peered anxiously from head to foot Of
the two.
By this time even Ovens courage
had waned and the old feeling of hav-
ing come to judgment was fast gaining
on her. Dacre was already a faced
lump
you appear well, dears," said Mrs.
Warning. raising herself from her in
spection, land Ovens color seems to
me to be healthier than usual
Gwen felt smothered and speechless
but she made a vehement effort and
got out in an appealing hushed kind of
way.
I'VE are quite we'll. mother, but we
came to see You, we thought you
might have time to talk to us and let
us stay little, we have been good at
our lessons so long"
The child lifted her eyes as she spoke,
and turned them hungrily from father
to mother in a way that sensibly en-
barrassed them.
Mr.. Waring took his finger from be-
tween the pages of a book, came for
ward, and looked searchingly into his
child's face and then at his wife, who
seemed too astonished to take any
active part in the proceedings.
Twill you not sit DOWN. he said
politely, pulling couple of chairs to-
ward the pair, pray sit down.-You
have no objection, dearest, have you?"
NO. oh no, am very pleased indeed,
and it is also very pleasant to hear you
are advancing in your studies" said
Mrs. Warning rather supinely. There
seemed so very little one could say to
ones children.
Mrs. Waring passed her small hand
across her brow, and tried to look un-
preoccupied, but it was hard not to
show feeling when a valuable train of
thought was broken, and hours of
good work rendered null and void by
this unfortunate intrusion.
Her husband felt keenly for the gen
tie little woman, and naturally a slight
feeling of irritation Smote him as he
turned his gaze on his incpnvenient off
spring VINO bore it in stolid silence
Dacre cast one rapid murderous look
on his sister then he suddenly accom-
and sat down like a log