Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1900-10-04
Continued.

Sic EiIQs LOU diE a VI ut al lloLg Jul
you have many false ideas"
You think SO? Well. | think yours
are equally incorrect. You seem to /
be predjudiced, Miss Beaton In every |
class OF society you will find black |
sheep. Do you think it is fair to be
harder on the aristocrat who cheats at |
cards or FORCES his neighbours name !
than on the man who kicks his wife
to death? Every class has its own
peculiar sins"
You shall defend the aristocracy, IL |
you like" she said, with a smile; but
l shall not like you any the better for
it. l hope that all my life long l shall
steer clear Of them
II hope you will not" was the young
lords thought. Aloud he said; then,
il scion of nobility came wooing you,
Miss Beaten, it would be all in vain?"
1T would indeed" she replied.
mot that any stray duke or earl is
likely to make his way to st. Byno's."
"0r even a stray baronet?" he added.
"No; st. Bynos is hardly the place
to attract such people If ever / mar
ry which is very doubtful should
like to marry an honest, industrious
man OF my own class"
What do you call your own class
= Miss Beaton?'' he asked.
Professional" she replied, careless
ly. my father was a doctor"
"I an exceedingly glad that | am a
professional" he replied, feeling very
much ashamed Of his evasion, but he
would not risk, by telling her his name
and title. the small hope he had OF
winning the liking of this girl. She
would never speak to him again II she
knew 1t.
"All is fair in love and war" he said
to himself, resolving to win her If he
could.
The morning had broken bright and
fair, dewy and fragrant. Lord RIVERS
was early at the trysting-place He was
uncertain whether she would come or
not: but the day would be well spent
in waiting for her, should she only
pass by. II was early noon when she
came. She looked at his picture and
admired 1t.
''You are clever" she said to him,
briefly. you will make your way"
do you think so?" he asked, his
face flushing with delight. "Your
words give me encouragement; |
should be a true artist II were much
with you"
you are a true artist in any case,
she declared emphatically.
Lord RIVERS was leaning against the
trunk OF a silver beech; Violet sat on
a moss-covered stone; and the time |
was flying as it always did when they |
were together. She blushed when he |
spoke Of 'Ae nightingale.
81 ar sure" she said that that was
grea. imprueence on my part.
ought not 10 have gone out. ] shall
have 1T OF honesty some day. and tell
Aunt Alice then | shall receive the
reprimand l feel | deserve"
81 wish could get to know your
aunt" he said. How could 1t be man
aged?"
Not at ALL" she answered. "My
aunt would rather make friends with
whole tribe of Zulus than with
young Engllshman, even though he
were an artist"
could | ask her to let me sketch
the cOttage! ne SAID.
"She would never consent. Besides
why should you wish to know her?'
'Can you ask me that question:"
Certainly / can. | have a great
natural affection for Aunt Alice, be-
cause she has been so good to me; but
/ cannot see why stranger should
wish to know her"
II will tell you, Miss Beaton. why
wish to know her, | wish to see more
of you If knew your aunt, could
call at Acacia Cottage every day"
even then you would be Obliged 20
leave the neighborhood when your pic
iture was finished"
He thought to himself that he could ]
not go alone II prayers and persuas-
ions could induce her to go with him
Randolph Lord RIVERS of Ryverswell
had fixed his whole heart on the win
ming OF this girl: he had fallen passion
ately in love with her. The happiness
Of his li'c depended on her; and she
not only disliked aristocrats, but gave
no sign OF being in love with him at
all He could not rouse in her any
consciousness of love; her heart slept
the calm sleep OF childhood. and he
could not awaken 1t. He told her the
most pathetic of love-stories she only
laughed lightly and brightly,
ut is all nonsense" she said
She wondered that an artist, whose
mind should be stored wlth such differ |
ent things. could think of nonsense
She ala not care for love-stories; she
did not care for love-poetry; she liked
martisl ballads. II he recited some "
the grand old border ballads for her
she was pleased; she liked the ring
and the measure III he wished 10
please her. let him leave love alone.
SO the days passed on. and the glow
dng loneliness OF June glided into the
mature beauty of July BY this time
they had become fast friends-that Is
Lord RIVERS was so deeply in love with
Violet that he COULD hardly live out OF
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