Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1899-11-13

me home. I will sing a song of which
not one word has passed my lips since
saw you. Listen, see if you know the
words:
In sheltered vale mill-wheel
Still sings its tuneful lay.
Ny darling once did dwell there,
But now she's far away.
A ring in pledge I gave her.
And vows of love we spoke
Those VOWS are all forgotten,
The ring asunder broke"
The rich, beautiful voice low and
plaintive, now seemed to float over the
water; it died away among the water
lilies; it seemed to hang like veil
over the low boughs; it startled the.
birds, and hushed even the summer
winds to silence. So sweet, SO soft, SO
low, as he listened, it stole into his
heart and worked sweet and fatal mis-
chief. He buried his face in his hands
and wept aloud
On went the sweet voice, with it's
sad story: he held up his hand with a
gesture of entreaty.
FLUSH, Leone" he said, "for Gods
sake, hush. I cannot bear to hear It,"
On went the sweet voice:
But while hear that mill-wheel
NV pains will never cease;
I would the grave would hide me,
For there alone is peace,
For there alone is peace"
IT will sing that verse again." she
said, cit is prophetic"
"I would the grave would hide me,
For there alone is peace.
She bent her head as she sung the
between them-silence unbroken save
for the ripple of the waters as it
laved the sides Of the boat, and the
song of lark that scared in the sky.
Leone" said Lord Chandos, "you
have killed me- I thought I had
stronger nature-you have killed me"
He looked quite exhausted, and she
saw great lines of pain round his
mouth, great shadows in his eyes.
"I have been cruel to your" she
asked, and there was ring of tender
ness in her voice.
"More cruel than you know" he
answered. "On'ce, Leone, soon after
I came home we went to a concert, and
among other things I heard In Shell
tered Vale At the first sound of the
first notes my heart stood still. [
thought, Leone, it would never beat
again; I thought my blood was frozen
in my veins; felt the color die from
was the matter, and the countess
thought l was going to sWoon. |
staggered out of the room like a man
who had drunk too much wine, and it
was many hours before l recovered
myself; and now, Leone, you sing the
same words to me; they are like a
death-knell."
"They hold a prophecy" said Leone,
sadly, ''the only place where any one
can find rest is the grave
my beautiful Leone" he cried, you
must not talk about the grave. There
should be no death and no grave,
for one like you"
There will be none to my love, she
said, but rather to herself than him.
Then she aroused herself and laughed,
but the laugh was forced and bitter
"Why should speak of my love?" she
said mine was a mad love-"
The day drifted on to a golden, sun
light afternoon, and the wind died on
the waters while the lilies slept And
then they went slowly home.
Has it been happy day, Leone?"
asked Lord Chandos, as they drew near
home.
cit will have no morrow" she an
swered, sadly. 81 shall keep those
water-Iil'es until every leaf is withered
and dead; yet they will never be SO
dead as my hopes as dead as my life,
though art fills it and praises crown
it."
"And T." he said, "shall remember
this day until I die. I have often Won
dered, Leone, if people take memory
with them to heaven. If they do,
shall think of it there"
"And T. she said, "shall know no
heaven, if memory goes with me-"
They parted without word, with
out touch of the hands, or an adieu:
but there had been no mention of part
ing, and that was the last thing
thought of.
To be Continued.