Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1895-03-28

Now, the experienced reader will
have guessed that this woman in the
blue serge and the Tam O'Shanter hat
was just Fenella herself. Everything
points to 1t, and such was, indeed. the
fact.
Richard greeted her, blushing furi-
ously Fortunately he was spared the
!, necessity Of confessing that for the
! second time she found him in a fix.
He said boldly that he was walking
to Port Erin.
"But this Is not quite the nearest
way to Port Erin" she said. "You
should have turned off toward Dalby,
half a mile back"
eyes, | know" was the audacious
reply; "but | wanted n long walk"
Miss Marston refrained from refer
ring to the yacht, no doubt out of
delicacy, he thought But she was
willing to chatter about the scenery
and the people, and Richard said that
more delightful chatter he had never
heard. Dolly could not talk like that
And Dolly could not walk like that.
1t took Richard all his time to keep
by her side.
II have never properly thanked you,
Miss Marston, for your invaluable as
sistance last year Let me do so now
And you may be interested to know
that since then l have acquired a
little maritime skillw
I ooh! TO a girl used to the sea all
her life it was really nothing, Mr.
Lacy"
= "You know my name, them he
blurted out, for he remembered that
his aunt had introduced only herself to
Fenella last year.
I "Oh, yes" returned his companion
II Just asked one Of the fishermen.
| wanted to find out"
What delightful righteousness, he
unused. What absolute freedom from
/ convantionallty! Now, if she only
i knew as much as Dolly. Poor Dolly
was very conventional, in spite Of
! certain advanced views.
! "By the way, Mr.. Lacy" she went
on, 81 have often thought about you,
and | wondered whether you were
any relation to the short story writer
of the same name"
~ ana sort OF distant connection"
said Richard "Rut surely you don't
admire that fellows work? ~
Indccd, | do. Did You see that tale
of his in the last yellow Book?' |
thought It was equal to de Maupas-
SAINTS best"
The Yellow Book! De Maupassant!
He was not much moved at hearing
| himself compared to de MarpasSant.
The thing had occurred before, but
that the comparison should be made
by glrl such as he had taken Fenella
to be was certainly surprising.
He confessed to being Richard Lacy,
the short story writer She laughed
with naive pleasure. They began to
talk books with great gusto. What did
she think Of Henry James, of Flau-
bert, Of Prosper Merlmee? And what
did he think Of George Egerton and
the other revoltees? The air was thick
with "views." Richard was enchanted.
Poor Dolly! She was nice girl but
Fcnella -Fcncla was a revelation
How lucky he had not gone to Nor
mandy!
That house there" Fenella said
after a long argument upon w. ID.
llowclls, pointing to NJ Old farm-like
structure which stood near q tiny
hamlet in the valley below them, sis
where | have lived nearly all my life
1t has fine library, my fathers. He
is the local littery CENT?"
Really! said Richard. and that.
| suppose" pointing to an active figure
IN clerical attire which was rapidly
coming toward them mp the steep path,
lis the local curateT
Fenella seemed amused. Eyes" she
laughed. "that is the local curate."
The local culWte approached and
carclrSsly raised his hat.
"NIr Lacy" said Fenclla. iryly. "may
| introduce YOU to my husband +?
Charlie, this is the Mr.. Lacy | met
last year you remember lust before
our marriage"
Richard was up very early the next
morning taking last look at quiet
NlltDlINSlNt IHIl fsllll anu lis tlliN
hArbor. Hour by hour Of the wukcful
night his rutlled heart had gone out tol
Dolly in Normandy for Solacr. Twelve
hours ago he was de~pising her, and
now the very thought Of her was like
soft pillow. He had finally decided
that he loved her Presently he was
ut the village pnStotlice writing out Il
telegram.
whats thiSE" said the postmaster
VIII" waS also Il grocer, pointing 10 Il
word in the address. Richard inform
cd him.
"What?"
~. e. c, n, m, p
And in rs hours he was there
AFTER THE VERDICT