Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1900-12-03

NO. she said. gently. 'he has not,
and he will keep his VOW, Lyster-he
never will"
''The stupid old blockhead!" he
cried, angrily. who cares for lis
VOW"
She looked at him with a weeping,
frightened gaze.
"You forget, Lyster, you are SPEAK
ing of my father. whose name hold in
b gh honor and esteem"
Her quite. dignifed tone recalled
him to himself.
81 beg your pardon, Sy5il," he said.
Il spoke hastily. My dear girl, must
have the money. Write again; you
can but try. Tell him unless he sends
it 1 must go to prison or sell my COM
A pretty alternative that"
Il will write" she replied. "You
will stay today, Lyster, will you not?
L feel tired, and so sad, darling. Do
stay and comfort me-"
She longed for kind words and cares
letter; she longed, with all her weary
heart, to lay her head on his breast,
and weep all her sorrow away.
Il am very sorry" said the gallant
captain. 81 ought to be on duty now.
stole an hour, just to run up. must
be off again at once. Write again to-
day, Sybil.'
He touched her brow lightly, and
left her with a careless word of fare
we'll
"By Jove!" said the captain, drawing
a long breath of relief as he left the
house, 'the idea of spending a whole
day with crying woman! I could
not stand five minutes of it,
He had no thoughts of pity for her
who was weeping her heart away. He
never thought of her as he saw her
first, in the radiance of her beauty
the worshiped darling of her happy
home; he had never even looked at the
pale, sad face; he only thought of her
as of a crying woman" who would
bore him to death with her love.
AS he walked that morning through
the streets, his head held so high, mis-
fair, handsome face bright and gay,
people turned to look after him
women with softened eyes, men half
with envy If his heart could have
been read, no one of those who passed
him by would have changed places
with him.
Lyster Ayrton was at home when
this letter arrived He read it with
darkened eyes, and face that seemed
all at once to lose it's fair beauty, and
grow hard.
Strange to say, he did not, as she
had feared, storm or rage. He never
even said an angry word. But all
that day he stayed with Sybil, and was
kinder to her than ever She, poor
child, thought the gates of heaven
were opened to her. She summed her
self in his smiles, and rejoiced, like a
happy child, in his love.
He took he out in the evening to the
theater; he insisted that she should
wear her prettiest dress. She looked
so fair and youthful in the blue velvet,
richly trimmed with white swans
down-so bright under the influence Ct
his love-that people looked more at
her than at the stage.
1t was late when they returned
home. The lamps were lighted in the
pretty drawing-room, the fire burned
cheerfully. Sybil stood, her pretty
slippers resting on the fender, her
large white opera-cloak wrapped
around her, her golden hair and lovely
face making picture that should have
touched any man by its innocent
grace.
"Sybil," said her husband, looking
at her earnestly, 'you are beautiful
woman. If l have to sell my COM
mission and we are completely ruined,
must send you on the stage. Lon
don would go wild after you. Fancy
the squirrel"
She smiled very family at what she
thought very bad joke.
81 never thought the squire would
hold out so long," he said, musingly.
81 can't see my way clear, Sybil. We
shall come to grief, am afraid"
She was looking thoughtfully at the
glowing embers, and made no reply.
She had not the least idea what ruin
meant.
"Sybil," he said again, and this
time he moved up easily, ''you must
help me. You must borrow the money
for me-"
She looked up in wonder.
Borrow money, Lyster! From
whom? I should not know how"
Il tell you" he continued, with the
same uneasy expression. write to
Sir Rupert Dacre-tell him all the
circumstances; he would lend us the
money for your sake"
He never forgot the proud contempt
that flashed into her face; the naughty
drawing up of her slender figure.
From Sir Rupert" she cried. Il
would rather die thousand deaths!"
Why" he asked, coldly. 'He
loved you, I am sure"
yes" she replied, with the gesture
of queen; ''he loved me, and gave
him up for you. After that, l would
rather die than borrow from him for
you"