Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1896-02-06

since then.
Madeline had turned away and he
saw that she was weeping.
Il came" ne said, restlessly, ito see
whether could help you in any way.
But am afraid I do nothing but dis
tress you. Shall go away?"
ooh, no, no. Please stay"
II got In by strategem," said Lance
in a lighter tone. II said had a
message to you from Lady Frances and
the maid at the door beamed upon me
at the mention of her name and told
me where to find you. Frances must
be popular down here. Can help you,
Madeline2"
"If / could only find my father"
she said, in muffled tones.
Il will try. have more opportuni-
ties than / had once. And now, look
up, Madeline. want to see you again.
DO you know that it is nearly a year
since our meeting on the pier"
She looked up at him and smiled.
well" he said, have altered
much?"
Il don't think So" she answered,
with her eyes still riveted on his face
You look the same-and yet you are
different. You are older"
1T is a whole year since we met"
said Lance, with mock dignity
Eyes, but you are more than a year
older" said the girl, quickly, with a
flash of intuition which almost startled
Lancelot. The smile left his lips, his
eye deepened, his color changed.
Il feel older than / did, you are
right" he said, and paused for mo-
ment, as If to consider the nature Of
the change. For the year had turned
him from schoolboy into young
man, to Madeline's simple eyes, his
growth was accentuated by the pres
ence of 3. mustache, clearly marked
now above his mobile lips. He seemed
older and grander than
herself
'And you, Miss Madeline" said Lam
celot, coming out of his brown study
and looking at her attentively, what
have you been doing, | should like to
know? You are ever so much taller
than when l saw you last. And you
tie your hair back with ribbon and
your dresses are longer and you be-
gin to look quite grown-up young
lady"
"Oh, no. | am only child; | am
only just 49," interposed Madeline,
hurriedly.
Nevertheless, you too, are more
than a year older. as you said to me.
Shall we sit down on this garden seat?
| want long chat, Madeline; do you
think Miss Joyce would be shocked If
/ stayed here to lunch or took you
out for walk?"
"She is away, but I'm afraid you
must not do that. Shall we sit down
in that nook by the WALTZ" pointing
to sheltered corner. 1T is quite
warm there, one does not feel the wind
a bit"
She moved toward the garden wall,
where as she said, there was shelf
eced little nook. She seated herself
on the bench and Lance threw him
sell down beside her
Lancelot looked at her in silence for
a Il :nute or two before speaking
again. How pretty she was growing.
How altogether sweet and lovely!
There was an exquisite fineness about
her traits, which he had never seen,
be thought, in any other face. save
perhaps one.
- have II now" The exclaimed aloud,
rather to Madelines establishment Il
never knew.
"WLat?"
81 was puzzled some time ago by a
in--in my mothers face,
10 some one that had seen. 1t must
nave been you. Madeline. You are like
my mother. l am so glad"
How curious? She is fair, then?"
Very fair-and very beautiful too.
His eyes said that Madeline was
beautiful too. But she did not under
stand.
she has golden hair-like yours,
he went on. 1T must have been like
yours when she was younger. OF
course 1t does not shine quite so much
now. And you have eyes like hers,
100. Have you any foreign relations,
Madeline? | want to account for this
wonderful likeness My mother is q
Pole you have no Polish blood in your
veins, have you?"
Not that l know Of said Madeline,
frankly. MY father Is Eng
ish and my mother, you know, was
Gen. Armstrong's daughter. But it Is
odd that you should ask me. Miss
Joyce said something Of the same sort
q me the other day. Our dancing mis-
.ress said that | did not move like an
English girl. | don't know what she
She meant that you were far too
graceful for an ordinary English girl"
said Lancelot laughing But about
your father dear: where Is ne?
You have no idea" began Lance
lot hesitatingly, but he never finished