Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1897-09-23
D[4lEEleM 100.
a Society Novel.
MARIE c0RELL.

ing her unhappy"
"Oh, II" apd Lor!mer laughed care
lessly; II was always an observing
sort of fellow-,fnnd of putting two ant
two together and making four OF them
when | wasn't too exhausted and the
weather wasn't too hot for the process
Sigurd's rather attached to me--ln
dulges me with some specially privat
rawlings now and then---I soon fount
out his secret, though | believe thu
poor little chap doesn't understand hi
own feelings himself"
WELL" said Errington thoughtfully
"under the circumstances you'd better
not mention this affair Of the Fall tC
Guldmar. 1t will only yex him. Sig
urd won't try such prank again"
I'm not 80 sure OF that" replied
Lorimer; but you know enough now
to be on your guard with lin" He
paused and looked up with u misty
softness in his frank blue eyes-then
went on in subdued tone-"When
saw you on the edge of that frightful
chasm, Phil" He broke off as II
the recollection were too painful, and
exclaimed suddenly-"Good God! If
had lost you!'
Errlngton clapped one hand on his
shoulder.
well! What II you had?' ho asked
almost mirthfully, though there was a
|guspicious tremblc In his ringing voice.
II should have said with Horatio. /
I'm more TN antique Roman than a
mne, and gone after you" laughed
orimer. and who knows what Il
1plly banquet we might not have been
enjoying in the next world by this
time? If | believe in anything at all
! believe In really agreeable heaven
nectar and ambrosia, and all that
sort of thing, and Hebes to wait upon
you"
AZ he spoke they reached the shell
tering hut, where Guldmar, DuprGz
and Macfarlane were waiting rather
impatiently for them.
where's Slgurd?" cred the bonde.
Gone for rbmble on his own ac-
count" answered Errlngton readily,
you know his farcies!"
IL wish his fances would leave
him." grumbled Guldmar. Gle prom
Used to light fire and spread the meal
and now, who knows whittier he has
VANDERBILT"
Never mind, sir" said Lorimer.
Engage me as kitchen-boy. | can
light Are, and can also sit beside 1t
when 1t Is properly kindled. More |
cannot promise AS the housemaids
say when thoy object to assist the
cook,--it would be beneath me-
Cook" cried Dupros, catching at
this word. IL can cookl Give me any
thing TO hroil | will broil 1t! You
Rave Coffee will make III" And In
the twinkling of an eye he had Invested
himself OF his coat, turned up his
cuffs, and manufactured the cap of 4
chef out of u newspaper which he stuck
jauntily on his head. Behold me,
messieurs, 4 votre seryice!"
His liveliness was infectious; they
all set to work with a will. and in a
few moments cracking woodilre
bla2ed cheerily on the ground, and the
gypsy preparations for the al fresCo
supper went on apace amid peals OF
laughter. Soon the fragrance Of
steaming coffee arose and mingled It.
self with the resinous odors of the sur
rounding pine-trCes, while Macfar-
la a l,t hu n Ia 40
fine salmon trout In quiet nook OF
the rushing river and this Duprei
cooked in II style that would have done
honor to a Gordon bleu. They made al
excellent meal. and sang songs in turn
and told stories,-Olaf Guldmar, II
particular, related eerie legends of the
, Doyre-fjede, and many Il striking his
tory of ancient origin, full Of terror
and superstition. concerning witches
devils, and spirits both good and evil
who are still believed to have theii
abode on the Norwegian hills,--for, rs
the bonde remarked with II smile
when civilization has driven these un
earthly beings from every othe
refuge In the world they will always
BIO sure of n welcome In Norway"
1t was eleven o'clock when they nj
last retired within the hut TO rest TO
the night. and the errant Sigurd had
not returned. The sun shone bril-
! liantly, but there was no window t,
the small shed, and light and air cam
only through the door, which was left
wide open. The tired travellers Ia.
down on their spread-out rugs ant
blankets, and wishing each other
cheerful good night" were soon fas
asleep. Errington was rather restless
and lay awake for some little time
listening to the stormy discourse Of tn
Fall: but at last his eyelids yielded t
the heaviness that oppressed them, an
he sank into light slumber.
Meanwhile the imperial sun rode ma
! jcstically downwards to the edge of tn
horizon, and the sky hlushed into tn
pale tint of wild rose, that deepenet
softly and steadily with an ever-in
creasing fiery hrilliancv us the minute
glided noiselessly on TO the enchantet
midnight hour. a wind began I,
r,Sfln ,oyrfnrinrsly amppS TIM pipps.