Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1900-06-26

ford, and by four o'clock in the afternoon
Godfrey reached his journeys end and
in a few hours more had returned to his
ordinary life, to his study and his books.
TO the companionship of his mother and
of Margaret.
1t was only month since he had left
them, yet how long ago it seemedi He
sat in the drawing room after dinner and
talked to Mrs. Helstone and his cousin,
and told them about his holiday, and the
Beresfords. Or course he had a good deal
TO say about the Beresfords, and Mrs
Helstone was curious, and asked good
many questions. Perhaps she wondered
whether her son had escaped from the
society of so many girls with his heart
whole.
1t was pleasant enough for him to sit
talking to his mother and Margaret
again, but even while be talked a face
that was neither of theirs was haunting
his memory, and stirring his heart with
feelings of which a month ago he had
known nothing. He mentioned Joarne's
name, but having said her name he hard
ly spoke of her again. He talked tne
most of Lillian and Edith and Clara. He
praised Lillian's beauty, but almost in the
same breath in which be spoke of her
lovely face he also spoke of Mr.. Froncis,
and how she was TO be married to him
before the end of the year. 'Yes, jeanne
is pretty. too" he merely said once, but
no one would think of comparing her with
Lillian, or with the eldest of the Arthur
Beresfords."
After few days had passed his ignor-
anee as to all that jeanne might be do
ing, or what might be happening to her.
began to fret him terribly, and his own
forced inaction, too, became very hard to
bear. When a fortnight had gone by he
invented some excuse for writing to Vic
tor. The boy was fond of reading, and
he bethought him of sending him some
book, and with the book he also wrote
a letter, in which he asked generally af-
ter the welfare of the family. and If his
father and sister had returned home
His little gift, he argued, would insure
an answer, and in two days the answer
came-a boyish. brief epistle. but con-
tanning the information Godfrey desired
'"The governor came home last week"
Victor wrote, 'but nobody knows when
jeanne will come. Aunt Russell can't
do without her, l suppose. She's better,
though-Aunt Russell, l mean-and not
going to die, mother says"
The tidings did not amount to much,
but Godfrey kept the lads letter in his
pocket and read it a dozen times.
|. Very soon after this he began to settle
in his mind that in week or two more
he would go to town and see her. He
had taken care to note down Mrs. Rus
sells address when he had had Joanne's
IL h -
ure himself now as going to her aunt's
house and asking for her. He would ask
for her, and send up his card, and she
would come to him in little WHILE with
that bright look of quick inquiry on her
face that he knew SO well-of quick in
CURRY, Of half expectancy. and. might
be not hope, of welcome too?
For without any conceit, he thought
she would be glad to see him. Her life
in Mrs. Russel's sick room, he argued,
could not be so cheerful but what a
change from it might naturally enough
please her, and he was connected in her
mind, even if she should have no more
than common liking for him, with hap
by days and with her own people. She
would see him willingly, he confidently
thought, and would tell him frankly that
she was glad he had come.
And then? Godfrey's imagination paus-
ed little at this point, afraid of daring
too much at once. Even at that first
interview with her he knew that the
question he was longing to ask her would
be on his lips, but whether or not he
should ask it then he could not tell. He
must read her face before he could re-
solve upon that, he thought.
81 never had a cold like this before in
my life" thought Godfrey in the middle
of that night, when he awoke with his
head on fire. and pain in his throat that
seemed almosc to choke him.
He slept little, and then, when the
time for rising came. he rose, persuad-
ing himself that he should be better out
of bed, and went down stairs and joined
the others.
II have had stupid, feverish night"
he said to his mother, as he greeted her.
He drank some coffee, and then retired
TO his study, and there. an hour after
ward, Margaret found him, lying on the
sofa with flushed face.
She had come to his room to ask how
he was, and the sight of him brought an
anxious look to her pale eyes.
(To be continued)