Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1899-07-13
Lord Lynne's Choice
BY
BERTHA M. CLAY.
CHAPTER XVIII

spain. or in the green lanes OF old
England. always the same full OF
music. potfy. and romance. always
making Ire earth fairer. and life a
golden dream
And now the beautiful, gifted I'M
agluatlve lnez was listening TO the
familiar chime Of loving words. Lie
had grown so bright and clear she
wondered at times IL the world could
oe the same. had the skies been al
ways as smiling, the sunshine always
as bright? What was this golden
radiance that had fallen around her,
,$1zxNRz nor eyes With lis beauty
ONLY the glamour of love that had
fallen upon thousands of innocent
hearts before, and will so fall until
human hearts grow cold and beat no
more.
There was no more mOnotony now
The bright summer days were not long
enough for her dreams She had to
muse over every loving word every
sigh, every admirinG look bent upon
her. For It had now become regn-
lar and established rule, after the
great heat of The afternoon had passed,
for Iuez TO take her book and read in
the orange grove. but the book was
rarely opened, for before she had
been there long she heard the sound
OF footsteps and she knew that he
was come. He sat by her side through
the long summer evenings, and he
wooed her with grace and skill be-
yond words. Re said nothing 70 her
nj FIRST Of love, he talked to her of
the past grandeur ana chIyalry Of
Spain: OF her gay knights, her brave
cavaliers. and her beautiful daughters
He spoke to her Of his own Italy, the
land OF music and song; Of the grand
old city OF Venice. where his race, the
Montal;ls, had lived and died They
talked OF music. OF poetry, and Of
flowers OF an that was fairest and
most lovely on earth; but as yet he
said not a word 10 her OF love
lncz had long since ceased to re-
member that there was anything
wrong In meeting every day a
stranger unknown 10 her friends. She
forgot that she had ever fancied II to
be ever so slightly wrong What harm
could there be in It.? She was happy
now life had some interest; before
It had been a living death Each day
now brought It's accomplished wishes,
It's happiness It's hopes The time
was gone forever when she dreamed
among the trees The reality had
come and she welcomed Il warmly
But not always was Count Rinaldo
willing TO sit by her to look in her
beautiful face and talk OF fair cities
and grand poems He was growing
impatient to speak of his love Yet
imprudeut as she was there was some
thing i'm her chili-ljke innocence that
awcd him. pay by day be grew more
charmed and fascinated with her
beauty, ana found ghut life without her
would DE drrary. yapia ana unpro-
flabIe lie knew the simple record
of her ne He had heard the story
from her own lips and better per
haps than any one else could have
done did De understand aud sympa-
thise with her tie knew that re-
turn 20 thar dreap monot1uy would
be simply uncomfortable, that she would
never willingly again lose sight OF one
who hai given her some interest In
living He laid his plans accordingly.
From her me heard the history OF TIE
English father, who had to use his
own language given her away. when
she was few weeks old, and had
never seen her since. Bu, she dld not
tell him Tor she dld not know that
the Same father was "a rich English
MILFORD The count concluded that
Blanca Monteeoue had married be-
meath her. and that the father unable
and unwilling 90 support his child
bad abandoned her Had he known
the truth. this story OF iue2 Lynne
would never have been written
HC was determined Co win her, fol
the nsJ and only time ia his lfft
Count R.ua3o was deeply and truly
Ia love He determined 90 Win her
even Fl De- gave aq for tha, purpose al.
tho most cherished p,aus and scheme.
of his Ufg
one hrtgh evening. when they moi
ass usual among thg orange trees Oh,
conn. looked sad and pens.ye n,
seemed lo palh with difficulty %.
though some great grief auricueI bIs
mind HE sighed deeply ana bIs
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