Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1900-09-13
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Il have been very abrupt in my re-
marks" she said. with a smile. ''You
must please forgive me. Every sum-
mer artists come hithar and my only
pleasure is in watching their pictures .
His face flushed. This was the very
opening he had desired.
Nay l hope-may l beg" he said,
, that you Will sometimes honor me by
. locking at miner"
IF am passing by she replied with
queenly indifference
: you came purposely to look at those
: pictures you were speaking Of, did you
not?" he asked.
, Yes she replied.
II wish, then" he said, you would
favor me by coming purposely to look
at mine"
She laughed again, and the noncha-
lance of her laughter piqued him.
4 With one bright glance she seemed TO
take in every detail of his face and
figure.
Those other artists were not like
YOU" she said
Tell me in what way they differed
from me- he requested.
They were old men. One of them
had flowing white hair, and you
81 am young" he said, thank
Heaven! Nevertheless you might take
an interest in my success, just as you
did in theirs
Certainly I might, she replied; and
then she looked at him with frankly
smiling eyes. II believe" she said,
that you are almost the first young
man to whom | have ever spoken.
There are no young men in st. Bynos. -
81 feel greatly honored,' replied the
young lord. But what a strange place
st. Byno's must bel"
1T is the loveliest spot in the whole
wide world" said the girl, proudly
and the people here seem to me to
live almost forever. The vicar and the
lawyer must be sixty; and the doctor
is white-haired old man"
What becomes of the young menu
asked the artist
They never settle down here" she
replied. They go away to the large
towns, as rule, when they are boys
Sometimes" she added, with uncon-
scious pathos, they come home to the
village; but they soon go back to the
busy world. However, some of us
never go away''-wth a plaintire IT.
tie sigh
1T is an old-fashioned sp1t," he said,
muslngly. There are few such left.
l like the place and the name-St.
Bynos. 1t gives one the idea of wood
bine stretching along the hedges
st Byno's abounds with woodbine
during the month of July" she said:
and her heart warmed to him because
he praised the home she loved. II am
glad you like the village. l am always
grieved when | hear people say that it
is dull and tame. What place could
be tame with such view as this?'
'You know the neighborhood well?"
he Intercepted.
Yes" she answered-"every hill
and valley, every lovely picturesque
nook and corner"
Then" he said, with grave courtesy,
perhaps you will tell me where l shall
find the prettiest scenes?"
If | may" she returned, suddenly
remembering that ne was a stranger
and that she knew nothing of him.
Whose permission must you asko"
he said.
my aun.'s,'' she replied.
| May | ask" he said, standing bare
/ headed before her ito whom have the
pleasure of speaking? You probably
| live somewhere near; and, as / am
| staying: here for some little time,
should feel greatly honored by an in
PRODUCTION to you.'
A flush came over the exquisite face.
MY name is Violet" she said, with
sweet, shy grace-"violet Beaton."
"And you live here at st. Byno's?"
She turned and pointed to the left,
where, through an opening in the trees,
he caught glimpse of little cottage
built of white stone and covered with
climbing roses.
do you see the little house there
amongst the trees?" she asked. 1T is
called Acacia Cottage, from the fine
aeacia-trees that grow round it. My
aunt, Miss Alice Atherton, lives there.
and live with her."
Have you no parents living?" he
askeI
mo. l was telling you how long
people live at ST. Byno's; my parents
were exceptions to the rule. My father
died when I was ten years old. and my
mothe; soon followed him, heart
broken. l have lived with my aunt
ever since" h
The beautiful head dropped, the
musical voice faltered.
IF you are not busy, do stay for a
few minutes" the young artist said.
eagerly. 1T is so beautiful here this
bright June morning
A fallen tree lay near her, and Violet
Beaton sat down upon IT,
81 ought not to stay" she said: my
aunt will be angry at my long absence
from home
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