The River Falls times. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1894-1933, 1896-11-03
By BEATRICE WHITLEY.
CHAPTER y-(continucd)

never once come near her. He was
not the least DESTROYS OF her company,
he was unconscious of her presence,
which he had certainly been at some
pains to secure She had thought
about him good deal; she had never
thought CT any stranger So much be-
fore. She was thinking about him ut
the very moment when he emerged
from behind the granite, moSS-frlnged
boWlder before her and joined them.
This time he was alone-no inSipld,
palc-eyed girl to monopolize him. He
len was accustomed to receiving def
erence if not devotion, from men; she
almost considered it her due. Almost
simultaneously with his appearance
the footing of the horn broke above
the rearing of the water and echoed
among the hills. This was the sound
for which she had been eagerly listen
ing; it had come but just three min
utcS too soon.
THAT is the muster, old chap said
Helen's squire, with alacrity, address
ing Mr. Jones. . Come along, Miss
Milford; you and 1 must be off. AW-
fully noisy place, this Niagara not in
it. Sha'nt be sorry to get into the
quiet. See you again. Good-by. Good
by
'Good-by, Jack" said he, 'but it
isn't gocd-by to Miss Milford. If she
will allow me, | am TO have the pleas
ure of driving her back in my cart.
Lady Lucy fancies there is going TO
be Il thunder storm, SO she booked for
the landau, and can't lee such q brute
as to sunder any Of the couples on the
cog cl.
BY this speech Mr.. Jones had shown
the subtlety of the serpent; by his in
different but inconteStable invitation,
he precluded the possibility of IIelen's
either refusing his escort or guessing
at what pains he had been in perfect
ing the present arrangement. TO
which arrangement she acquiesced
quite graciously; her pride would not
allow her to vince beneath the pun
ishment to her vanity.
"Will you go down and see the start,
Miss Milford? Or will you come a
hundred yards higher up the stream
and have a look at the pools?'
She hcSitated; she had no inclination
to see the start she had no interest in
her late companions. Mr.. Jones read
her silence to his liking.
I'VE won't see them off Good-byS
are melancholy duties; you are quite
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not far And he led the way through
the bracken. But such ripping
place when you get there We have
plenty of time. l am going to drive
you home by the New Cut round the
Great Tort is Il shorter way than
the way you came, but the road isn't
81: 81: ee-for coaching. You want a good
head and Il steady nerve to appreciate
the view, but you possess both, |
know
He went on talking with great ease
and friendliness. 1t really was imp0S-
sible to remember lost parental his,
plebeian ErogenitorS, overbearing sis
terS or purse-proud oddities in com
Pany with the sunny mood of this
genial comrade. What qualification
was to he found in holding aloof from
and Sulking with a person who is blind
to your frigidity, who listens eagerly
to your remarks. who understands and
responds to your smiles. who meets
your thought half way with an answer
ing thought. and WIDTHS last clause
is the NEST effective in the category
should it please you to turn your back
upon and leave him, would be quite
as happy, content and debonair with
some other young woman beside him?
CT with herself. but she forgot his
drawbacks, though she meant to re-
member them. and responded to his
mood. She became friendly and en-
joyed herself; her face was always
dangerously expressive of her feelings;
he saw at once that she was pleased.
PrecipitouS hills inclOsed wide ra-
vine through which a swift and angry
river dashed, striking against impend
shallow cascades over the stones. rush
ing powders with 4 roar, gushing in
ing with silent but mighty force be-
meath the rocky banks. Al one spot q
cluster of jagged powders had been
detached from the oyerhanging cliff
and had fallen into the bed of the
river. subduing, by their strength, the
frenzy of the water which lay in deep,
dark hrooding pools between them.
Further on, like Il giant refreshed, and
with an outburst OF fury, the water in
Il spouting sheet poured over lofty
fall and laundering down sped head
long on its course to the sea.
To this locality BERTHE guided his
companion.
Isn't this ripping?" said he, leaning
ing against the rock upon the ledge of
which she had seated herself. Il
wanted YOU to see the pools | knew
YOU would like Rivers Meet Just look
and listen. | won't talk to you. a
human voice or a human being is SUI
perhuous here. We are too insignifi-
cant to assert ourselves; we ought to
take back seats and keep quiet"
The brawling river drowned his last
words which he had addressed more
to himself than to her.
She clapped ner hands tightly and
did as he told her. She looked and
listened: she forgot him, she forgot
l,nrSnIf. hnl. eyes oleW dim with Won