Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1897-05-27
CHAPTER VII.

Errngton and Lorimer pulled away
across the Fjord in a silence that lasted
for many minutes. Old Guldmar stood
on the edge Of his little pier to watch
them out of sight. SO, till their boat
turned the sharp corner Of the protect
ing rock that hid the landing-place from
view, they saw his picturesque figure
and cleaning silveIy hair outlined
clearly against the background of the
sky-a sky now tenderly flushed with
pink like the inside Of delicate shell.
When they could no longer perceive
him they still rowed on speaking no
word-the measured, musical plash of
the oars through the smooth, dark
olive-gIeen water alone breaking the
stiffness around them. There was a
curious sort Of hushad breathlessness
in the air; fantastic, dream-lke lights
and shadows played on the little waves;
sudden fushes of crimson came and
went in the western horizon, and over
the high submits of the surrounding
mountains mysterious shapes, formed
of purple and grey mist, rose up and
crept softly downWards, winding in and
our deep valleys and dark ravines, like
wandering spirits sent on some secret
and sorrowful Grand After while
Errngton said almost veXedly--
Are you struck dumb, George?
Haven't you word to say to a fell
low"
Just what | was about to ask you"
replied Lorimer carelessly; land was
also going to remark that we hadn't
seen your mad friend up at the Guldmar
residence"
mo. Yet | can't help thinking he
has something to do with them, all the
same" returned Errington medtatlve-
ly. II tell you, he swore at me by
some old Norwegian Internal place or
other. dare say he's an Odin wor-
shipper, too. But never mind him.
What do you think of HERO
Lorimer turned lazily in the boat, 50
that he faced his companion.
We'll, old fellow. If you ask me
frankly, think she Is the most beauti
full woman | ever saw, or, for that
matter, ever heard OF. And | am an
impartial critic-perfectly impartial"
And, resting on his oar, he dipped
the blade musingy in and out of the
water. watching the bright drops fall
with an oil-like smoothnesS as they
trickled from the polished wood and
glttered in the late sunshine like Vari-
colored jewels. Then he glanced cur
iously at Philip, who sat silent, but
whose face was very grave and earnest,
even noble, with that shade of profound
thought upon 1t. He looked like one
who had suddenly accepted high trust,
In which there was not only pride but
! tenderness. Lorimer shook himself
together, as he himself would have ex-
pressed It, and touched his friends arm
half-playfully.
you've met the kings daughter of
Noroway after all. Philip" and his
! light accents had touch Of sadness
in them; land you'll have to bring her
home as the old song says. | believe
the eligible is caught at last The
woman OF the piece has turned up,
and your chum must play second fiddle
eh. old boy?"
Erringtor flushed holly, but caught
Lormer's hand and pressed 1t with
tremendous fervor.
by Jove, III wiring II OFF your wrist
II you talk in that fashion, Georges"
he said, with laugh. You'll always
| be the same to me, and you know H.
| tell YOU" and he pulled his moustache
douhtfully, Il don't know quite what's
the matter with me. That girl fas-
cinates mel. feel a fool in her pres
ence Is that sign OF being n love
wonder?"
Certainly not!' returned George
promptly; for | felt fool in her
presence, and I'm not in love"
How do know Say, | like that
riEgton glanced at him keenly and In.
quiringly.