Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1900-09-24

girls, you know, who have thought of
nothing but love and lovers. She is
like a beautiful innocent child still;
there is no one else she can care for
she must love you''
But that logical reasoning hardly
encouraged Sir Rupert. At length the
day came when he could bear his sus
pense no Longer. and he went to Glynn,
determined that very hour to ask Sybil
to be his wife
He will never forget the day of the
scene. The dark after years brought
terrible pictures; this one remained
clear and bright in his memory while
he lived.
1t was the close of a warm August
evening, and the sun shone brightly
over the grounds and gardens of Glynn.
He inquired for the squire, and was
told that he had gone over to Lord
Give to dine. Miss Jocelyn and Miss
Ruthers were out in the pony-carriage;
Miss Sybil was in the garden alone.
There he went to seek her. He re-
membered the golden glow of the trees,
the fragrance of the flowers. He re-
membered how the tall, white lilies
cleaned and glistened; how the rich,
sweet scent of the roses greeted him;
how the acacia blossoms fell under his
| feet as he passed by; how the little
birds sung quaint love-stories from the
depths of green trees; how the wind
had died away into the softest of
| murmurs. He remembered how his
heart beat when he saw her sitting
| under Towering chestnut-tree,
| trying to read, and yet looking with
charmed eyes on the fair world around
her.
He went slowly up to where she sat.
| He might have read his fate in the
kindly, frank smile that frightened her
| face when she saw him. Real, true
pleasure shone in her eyes, and her
words were quite free and uncon-
| strained.
There was no sudden flush no droop-
| ing of the proud, bright eyes, no culver
on the sweet lips, no beating of the
quiet heart. Was he blind, that he d-A
not notice it?
i o14 0O foACH W OOO yOoS 0AAO 0cSAeA'
ri am left all alone today, and I am
tired of myself Sit down, Sir Rupert
and tell me something new and charm
ing
He sat down by her side, but the
ready words did not come.
"You are not going to disappoint me-
and prove dull, are your she asked
anxiously.
"I hope not he said, with strange
smile. 81 should like you to think
what say today more interesting than
anything you have ever heard"
What will it be about?" she asked
wondering at his serious tone.
cit will be about you and myself, he
said.
Then he paused abruptly, for she
turned her face so frankly to him, he
saw that she had not the faintest idea
of his meaning.
"Then it cannot be anything very
interesting she replied. II know all
about myself, and find no amusement
in the knowledge"
''But you do not know all about me,
he cried, and the passion in his voice
startled her. lou do not know Sybil
my darling, how dearly I love you-sc
dearly that I would give you ny life
and all have in the world. Oh, Sybil!
could you not learn to care for me
could you love me?"
And before she could speak he was
Z! kneeling in the soft, long grass at he:
feet, pouring out passionate torrent
of words that bewildered her.
Words such as would have burned
their way into another Woman's heart
for the mans whole soul was in them;
the long-pent-up love that had never
found vent before was lavished upon
her now.
He remembered how the bright
sweet face grew white and still, how
the innocent, eloquent eyes grew dim
with wonder and with fear; how a
startled expression came over her, and
! she sat like grieved, perplexed, be-
wildered child.
"Sybil," he cried, passionately, "tell
me have not frightened you. / can
not find words to tell you how dearly
love you See, darling, I kneel here,
and I pray you to speak one word to
me-only one Will you be my wife?''
The startled fear upon her face deep
ened.
"Your wife!" she gasped, and then
the trembling lips refused to utter
more.
"My wife," he replied, "and I will
make you happier than any woman
ever was before. I love you so dearly
and so deeply would give my life to
make you happy"
Bright tears gathered in the violet
eyes.
ooh, Rupert" she said, what a pity
to spoil our pleasant evenings in this
way! J. cannot be anybody's wife yet.
Stop-let me think-do not speak to
me just yet; let me think it over
To be continued.
CONSERVATIVES IN COLORADO.