Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1897-10-07

To their yacht that olo Gulumar, iett
alone with his daughter, broke the sad
news to her very gently. But the
shock, so unexpected and terrible, was
almost too much for her already over
wrought nerves, and such tears were
shed for Sigurd rs Sigurd himself
might have noted with gratitude, Sig
urd-the LOVING, devoted Sigurd- gone
fol ever. Sigurd, her playmate, her
servant. her worshipper,-dead! All,
how tenderly she mourned him,-how
regretfully she thought of his wild
words Mistress, you are killing poor
Slsurd!" Wistfully she wondered If,
in her absorbing love for Philip, She
had neglected the poor crazed lad, -
his face, in all Its pale, piteous appeal,
haunted her, and her grief for his loss
was the greatest she had ever known
since the day on which she had seen
her neither sink into the last long
sleep. Br!tta, too, wept and would not
he comtortcd--she had been fond OF
Sigurd IN her own impetuous little
NdN,'-aEN II Was Sptue 'iiuS bSiSNS
either she or her mistress could calm
themselves sufficiently to retire to rest,
And long after Thelma was sleeping,
with tears still wet on her cheeks her
father sat alone under his porch, lost
in melancholy meditation. NOW ana
then he rut1led his white hair impa-
tiently with his hand,--her daughter
adventure in Mr.. DyCcworthy's house
had vexed his proud spirit lie knew
ell enough that the minister's apology
meant nottingham the whole village
would be set talking against Thelma
more, even than before, that there
was no possibility of preventing scan
dial so long as Dyceworthy was there
to start it. He thought and thought
and puzzled himself with probabilities
till at last, when he finally rose to
enter his dwelling for the night, he
muttered half-aloud, IF it must be,
it must! And the sooner the better
now, think, for the child's sake
The next morning Sir Philip arrived
unusually early,-and remained smut
up with the bonde, IN private conNersa-
ton for more than an hour. AT the
expiration of that time. TheIma was
called, anC taken into their confidence,
The result OF their mysterious discus
sion was not Immediately evident
though for the next few days, the
farm house lost Its former tranquility
and became a scene of hustle and eX'
element Moreover, to the astonish-
ment of the Bosekop folk, the sailing
brig known as the Nalkyrle, belonging
to Olaf Guldmar, which had been
hauled up high and dry on the shore
for many months, was suddenly seen
atloat on the Fjord, and Naldemal
Svensen, Errington's pilot, appeared
to be busily engaged upon her decks,
putting everything in ship-shape or
der. 1t was no use asking him any
questionable was not the man to graf
fy impairment curiosity. By-and-by
a rumor got about in the village
Lovisa had gained her point in one
particular, the Guldmars were going
away-golng to leave the Altenfjord,
At first, the report was received with
ncredulity--but gained ground. as
people began to notice that several
packages were being taken in boats
from the farmhouse to both the Eua.
lie and the Valkyrie. These prepare
tons excited a great deal OF interest
and inquisitiveneSs,- but no one dared
ask for information as to what was
Dyceworthy was confined To his bed
from a severe cold'--as he said, anC
therefore was unable to perform his
fdvorite mission OF spy,-so that when
one brilliant morning, Bosekop was
startled by the steam whistle of the
Eulalie blowing furiousiy, and echoing
lar and wide across the surrounding
rocky islands, several of the l0ungng
inhabitants paused on he shore or
sauntered down to the rickety pier, to
see what was the cause Of the clamor
Even the long-suflerlng minister
Icrd~lcd out Of bed and applied his fat
meek visa2e to his window, from
whence he could command an almost
uninterrupted view Of the glitterng
water. Great was his Amusement and
discomforture to see the magnificent
yacht moving majestlcally out of the
Fiord, with Guldmar's brig in tow
behind her, and the English flag nut-
tering gaily from her middle-mast, rs
she curtsied her farewell to the dark
mountains and glided swiftly over the
little Kissing waves. Had MIR. Dyco-
worthy been possessed of a field glass
he might have been able to discern on
her deck the figure of "a tall. fair girl,
who, drawing her crimson hood over
Der rich hair, stood gazing with visit
fUi, dreamy blue eyes at the fast reccd-
ing shores of the Altenfjord- eyes that
smiled and yet were fearful.
Are you sorry 1helma?" asked En-.
rngton gently, as he passed one arm
tenderly round her Sorry to trust
your life to me-"
She laid her little hand In playful
reproach against his lips.