Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1897-08-12


lily But one cannot spend much on
ones self, after all. The nuns at
Aries used 20 tell me that poverty was
a virtue, and that to be very rich was
to be very miserable. They were poor
all those good wonderland they
were always cheerful"
Tho nuns! cried Duprez. THE
earrings know not the taste of Joy
they speak of what they cannot under
stand! How should they know what
1t is to be happy or unhappy when
they bar their great convent doors
against the very name of Lowell"
She looked at him, and her color
rose.
"You always talk Of love" she said
half repronchfully, "as If 1t were SO
common a thing! You know it is
sacred why will you speak as If it
were all JEST"
A strange emotion Of admiring ten
dclness stirred Pierre's heart--he was
very lmpulsiye and impressionable
Forgive mel" he murmured, peni-
tently. Then he added suddenly, You
should have lived ages ago, ma belle
the world of today will not suit you!
You will be made very sorrowful in
1t. assure you-it is not place for
good women!"
She laughed. you are morose, .
she said. THAT is not like you! No
one Is goodbye all live to try and
make ourselves better"
What highly moral converse is
going on here" inquired Lorimer,
strolling leisurely up to them. Are
you giving DupreZ a lecture, Miss
Guldmar? He needs it-so do l.
4 Please give me a scolding!"
And he folded his hands with an
air Of demure appeal.
A sunny smile danced in the girls
blue eyes. always you will be fool
ish" she said. zone can never know
! you, because | am sure you never show
/ your real self to anybody. MOI will
not scold you but should like to find
you Quit"
"ro find me QUIT" echoed Lorimer
"Why, what do you mean?"
She nodded her bright head with
much agacity.
"Ah do observe you often! There
I l. something you hide; II Is like when
my father has tears in his eyes, he
pretends to laugh, but the Gears are
there all the time. Now see in you
- sho paused, and her questioning
eyes rested on his, seriously.
This is interestIng!" said Lorimer,
lazily drawing a campstool opposite
to her, and seating himself thereon
81 had no Idea | was u human riddle.
Can you read me, Miss Guldmar?"
Yes" she answered slowly and
medltatively. Just a little. But
will not say anything; no--except this
that you are not altogether what
you seem"
Here, Phil" called Lorimer, as he
saw Burlington approaching, arm in
arm with Olaf Guldmar, come and
admire this young lady's power Of
perception. She declares ! am not
such n fool as | look!"
Now" said Thelma, shaking her
foreflngrr at him, you know very well
that did not put 1t in that way. But
is 1t not true, Sir Philip" and she
looked up for moment. though her
eyes dropped again swiftly under his
ardent gaze, sis 1t not true that many
people do hide their feelings. and pre-
tend to be quite different to what they
nre?"
Il should say 1t was u very common
fruit" replied Errington. 1T is a
means OF self-defense against the i'm
pertinent curiosity Of outsiders. But
Lorimer Is FREQ from it--he has moth
Ing to hide. At any rate, he has no
secrets from me,--I'm sure of that"
And he clapped his hand heartily on
his friends shoulder.
Lorlmer flushed slightly. but made
no remark, and at that moment Mac
farlano emerged from the saloon,
where the writing of his journal had
until now detained him. IN the gem
oral handshahing and salutations
which followed, the conversation took
u different turn, for which Lorimer
vas devoutly thankful. His face was
n tell-tale one-and he was rather
Iairaid of Philips keen eyes. II hope
to Heaven he'll speak to her today"
he thought. veXodly. 81 hate being in
Fuspense! My mind will he easter
when once know that he has gained
his point and that there's not the
ghost Of a chance for any other fell
! low!"
Meanwhile tho Yacht skinned along
| Gy tho barren and rocky coast OF
SeiIand; the sun was dazzling: yet
there was mist in the air MS though
the heavens were full of unshed tears.
bank Of nearly motionless clouds
hung behind the dark, sharp peaks Of
tho Altenguard Tountains, which now
/ lay to tho outward, as the vessel
pursued her course. There was no
wind; the Gag on the mast tapped
idly now and then with the motion
! OF the yacht; and Thelma found her
self too warm with her pretty crimson
/ hocd--sho therefore unfastenrd II and