Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1899-04-17
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to be the cause of unpleasantness, she
said.
MY darling, all lovers have some
thing to suffer. The course OF true
love cannot run smooth. Surely you
would not desert me, or forsake me, or
refuse to love me because I cannot
change the opinion of my conserva-
tive parents. | know no lady, no
| peeress in England, who is half SO
beautiful, so clever as you-not one.
l shall be more proud to take you
home as Lady Chandos than if you
were a queens daughter You believe
| me?"
eyes, [ believe you," she replied.
Never mind any one else, Leone.
My father admires beautiful women.
He will be sure to love you; my moth
er will be very disagreeable at first,
| but in a short time she will learn to
love you, and then all will be we'll
The little white hand chung to him.
''You are quite sure, Lancer" she
said, with a sob-"quite sure?"
Eyes, sweet, I am more than sure.
You will be Lady Crandos of Cawdor
and that is one of the oldest and
grandest titles in England"
But will your mother forgive you
and love you again?" she asked, anx-
iously.
eyes, believe me. And now, Leone
let me tell you my plans. They are
all rather underhand, but we cannot
help that; everything is fair in love
and war. About twenty miles from
here there is a sleepy little village
called Oheton. I was there yesterday
and it was there that this plan came
to me- Oh, my darling, turn your
sweet face to me and let me be quite
sure that you are listening.
81 am listening, Lance" she said.
mo, not with all your heart. See
how well I understand you. Youl
eyes linger on the water, and the fall
ing of it makes music, and the rhyme
of the music is:
81 can guess from the tragical ex-
preston of your face, anu the pathos
OF your eyes as they linger on the fall
ing water. Now, you shall not look
at the mill-stream; look at me-
| She raised her dark, lustrous eyes to
his face, and he went on:
cover in this sleepy little village OF
Oheton, Leone-it is a sleepy village
| the houses are all divided from each
other by gardens and trees. Unlike
most villagers, the people do not seem
to know each other, you do not hear
any gossip; the people, the houses, the
| streets, all seem sleepy together. At
one end of the village is a church. one
of the most quaint, an old Norman
church, that has stood like a monu-
ment while the storms of the world
ragged around it; the vicar is the Rev
erend Josiah Barnes
why are you telling me all this 2
she asked.
"You will soon understand" he re-
piled. 'NThe Reverend Mr.. Barnes is
over sixty, and he, together with the
people, the houses, and the streets,
seems sleepy; nothing would excite
him, or interest him, or startle him.
Nov, Leone, have taken lodgings
for myself for three weeks in this
sleepy village; no one will take any
notice of me; l shall go and come just
as I will; then I shall have the bans
of our marriage published. The dear
old vicar will read them in his sleepy
| tones:
''I publish the bans of marriage for
the first time between Lancelot Chan
dos and Leone Noel No one will hear
the names plainly, and those who do
will not know to whom they belong,
and there will be no impediment; will
there, Leone?"
The water laughed as it hurried over
| the stones.
mo impeachment it seemed to say;
mo impediment."