Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1899-11-16
| saw you Listen, see IL you know the

| saw you. Listen, see IL 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 | gave her.
And vows of love we spoke
Those vows are all forgotten,
The ring asunder broke.
The rich, beautiful voice low and
plaintiye, now seemed to float over the
water; it died away among the water
lilies; it seemed to hang like a 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 its
sad story: he held up his hand with a
gesture Of entreaty.
"Hush Leone" he said, "for Gods
sake, hush. cannot bear to hear It,"
On went the sweet voice:
"But while hear that mill-whe.l
My pains will never cease;
| would the grave would hide me,
For there alone Is peace,
For there alone Is peace
II will sing that verse again." she
said, at Is prophetic"
az would the grave would hide me,
For there alone is peace
She bent her head as she sung the
last few words, and there was silence
between them-silence unbroken save
for the ripple of the waters as 1t
laved the sides of the boat, and the
song of lark that scared in the sky.
Leone" said Lord Chandos, you
have killed me. / thought | had a
stronger nature-you have killed me. F"
He looked quite exhausted, and she
saw great Ines Of pain round his
mouth, great shadows In his eyes.
II have been cruel to your" she
asked, and there was a ring of tender
ness in her voice.
More cruel than you know he
answered. "Once, Leone, soon after
| came home we went to a concert, and
among other things | heard In Shell
tered Vale. At the first sound of the
first notes my heart stood still. |
thought, Leone, 1t would never beat
again, | thought my blood was frozen
in my veins; felt the color die from
my face. Lady Marion asked me what
was the matter and the countess
thought | was going to swoon. |
staggered out of the room like a man
who had drunk too much wine, and 1t
was many hours before | recovered
myself; and now, Leone, you sing the
same words to me; they are like a
deathknelI."
They hold prophecy" y 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
UClS VIII w hoHt w my loNt, olS
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 drfted on to IA golden, sun
light afternoon, and the wind died on
the waters while the lilies slept. And
then they went slowly home.
Has it been u happy day, Leone?"
asked Lord Chandos, as they drew near
home.
at will have no morrow" she an
sworcd, sadly. Il shall keep those
water-lil'es until every leaf is withered
and dead; yet they will never be SO
dead MS my hopes as dead MS my life,
though art illls 1t and praises crown
It,"
And l." he said, Shall remember
this day until die. have often Won
dered, Leone, If people take memory
with them to heaven. If they do,
shall think Of it there"
And L." she said, shall know no
heaven, if memory goes with me.
They parted without n word, with
out a 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