Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1895-01-10
Continued.

.That amiabIe infant he said,
wien they had cleared the village,
sit seems, felt itself moved to commit
suicide in order to spite it's nurse; it
has been a long standing threat, the
woman says. 1t threw itself on its
stomach before the incoming train.
BY Jove! 1t was a close shave, we
only got off by the skin of our teeth!'
She would have liked to touch him,
to let her eyes melt in his sight, to
make her lips tremble, but she could
not for the life of her. She knew he
had acted like a hero, but as she had
known before, he couldn't do any other
thing when the call came; it did not
seem in any way to alter matters.
Then she began to speculate as to
what would have happened if per-
chance he had not come off by the
skin of his teeth. She looked curiously
at him and wondered.
81 haven't a notion" she concluded
at last. and she was silent for a long
time and very pale.
"Was the game worth the GAMBLER
she asked, as they went through the
terrace gates. you had said min
ute before, the Lord would do well to
remove the child"
Probably not, but when a man hap
pens to be in a desperate hurry he
can't stop TO 60 all round question
I must 90 to the stables myself, there
Is something wrong with Boccaccio'
off hoof Shall 1 help you up the step
you look white?'
''No. thank you'll Wish-I wish
she said slowly; but she never finished
her sentence, but went YEARLY into
the house without turning her head
'I wish to Heaven | knew what he
thinks Of it all-how much he minds"
she whispered to herself, with noise
less passion, as soon as she got into
her room.
Gwen in this dead level life a big
thing has come and gone, and has
gone, and has left me precisely as II
found me-"
She smote her hands together sharp
", then she rang for her maid; she
dared not be alone, her control over
herself was on it's last legs
If she had looked into Strange's den
half an hour later she might have got
some idea of how much he minded
but he ate q good dinner and after
wards tied flies with a steady hand
and made several quite decent jokes
as he watched her standing at the
open window, looking with careless
interest at his work.
She wore a Vatican gown OF pale
primrose, with purple pansies scattered
here and there over it; she held a
great yellow fam in her hand and
stood bathed in the yellow twilight.
eff / boxed her ears" he Thought
s'I wonder what she would do or say
ANY way it couldn't hurt her more
than those deviliSh experiments OF
hers hurt me. | have a good Mill 70
try-if her ears weren't altogether SO
perfect | swear would. All, my good
girl you are playing with fire.
He paused to fix a wren'S tail feath
er in it's place.
There may come a time, little fool
when l may get tired of this game
and resort to active measures, ana
then you'll find your bit of nell:
damn whilst du weine, du llebe
kleiner"
In a moment of abstraction he sang
1t aloud. and gave Gwen a considerable
start.
'sDo YOU ever sew, Gwen"
mo. but I can, | believe, in a fash
ion
81 wish you would then. it might
make you look a bit human
Good gracious! I am not divine
again. am I? I thought I had shut
all that away with my white teagown.
Perhaps you would like to call folly?
"Oh. dear, no! You would not con-
duce to his souls salvation in the
least. On the contrary, I was thinking
you had a marked resemblance to
Iiilth."
ooh. Lilith! l am fiattered certainly.
/ think l will go and get some work. y
Strange laughed, and went on tying
feathers ON hooks
'Ha, that touched her up!' he NUT
tered.
When she was half up the stairs
she stopped and stamped.
"How dare he say-say with laugh
what l won't even dare to think!'
However, she was soon back again
in her yellow twilight, but sitting this
time, and with big bundle of coarse
flannel in her hand that she began to
stitch with demure diligence.
"What in the name of fortune is
thatw said Strange, after taking
steady stock of 1t.
81 don't really know, got it in Eli
za's rcom-f think it is a jelly-hag, its
just like one I once made for Mrs.
Fellowes, and spoiled disgracefully
/ sewed up the wrong end!'
Strange investigated it with much
interest
"My good girl" he said at last, edo
you know what you are doing? You
are sewing an old woman's petticoat.'
He gave a laugh that reached folly.
as he sat vanishing boots downstairs.
"Bless 'em. the pair Of 'em," he re-
marked, "and as 'appy together as
Ii they lived in four rooms! Queer, too!
as the aristocracy's gone mostly to the
dogs in the domestic liner
CHAPTER MIMI.
'I wonder whether the fellow is
grasping the high seriousness of Art,
or going to the devil?"
Strange was on his read to see Bry-