Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1900-09-20


OF renewing our acquaintance to-
morrow"
Il have been happy too" she said;
but there was no confusion or embar.
rassment in her manner. "It Is pleas
ant talking to people of ones own age,
they have 80 much more sympathy
than ones elders. l have told you my
name" she added suddenly; eff
want to think of your picture and of
you, by what name must remember
your"
After her unexpected denunciation of
aristocrats, he dared not tell his name
ard title, lest she should avoid him in
the future
my name is Randolph" he an
swered.
Good morning then, Mr.. Randolph"
she said, with bright smile. Now
go to receive the reprimand of a
| justly angered aunt"
He watched the pale blue dress as it
disappeared amongst the trees.
"To think that | should meet my fate
here, on bright June morning." he
said to himself yet love and June
and roses seem naturally to go to-
gether"
He watched until the last vestige Of
the blue dress vanished, then he began
to blame himself Why had he not
said more to her? Why had he not
dared tell her the first time he saw her
how well and how dearly he loved her?
And, at least, II he had not gone so far
as that, he might have asked her to
make an appointment with him
What IL she had gone out Of his life
and he should never see her again?
How foolish he had been to let her go?
The only thing left for him was to be
sure to be here on the morrow. AS
for the future. he did not even care to
think of 1t. He would leave the paint
| Ing until another day. when he should
be less haunted by that exquisite face.
What was the beauty of sunshine ana
leaf to him. whose mind was filled with
far loveer vision?
] II have often wondered whom
should love, where | should see her
first, in what guise she would come to
me, and how fair she would be- be
thought: land now my questions are
oil answered at once. / have met her
in the grand old woods of St Bynos
on the brightest day of the year; and
she has come to me in the fairest
guise, for she has the LOWEST face II
have ever seen How I wish she could
have stayed with me for few hours!'
And then he closed the easel and
walked down the glade, the words of
quaint old ballad rising to his lips the
while, He trolled them out in a deep,
clear voice, and seemed to derive
wonderful satisfaction from them
Wrong not, sweet mistress of my
heart.
/ The merit of true passion
With thinking that he feels no smart |
! That sues for no compassion.
"Silence in love betrays more woe
Than words, though ne'er so witty; |
A beggar that is dumb you know,
May challenge double pity.
Then wrong not, dearest to my heart, |
My love. for secret passion
He smartest most who hides his smart
And sues for no compassion"
Lord RIVERS said to himself that
some day, when they were alone in |
this woodland glade, he would sing
that ballad for her 1t said more than
ne could say, for It told of the silent |
struggle of deep love to make itself
understood. The only cloud that over
Swallowed this the fairest dawn of love
was that Violet Beaton disliked aristo-
Gratis. He would have to combat that
dislike. and make her own that an
aristoerat was as good as a commoner
ieanwhile the object of his dreams
fastened through the woods, crossed
the pretty rustic bridge that spanned
the river, opened the garden gate, and
looked up with laughing eyes at the
tall, erect figure awaiting her there.
Violet" said the stern Miss Ather
ton, "you know that attend to the
is now half an hour behind the ap-
pointed time. Where have you been?
The recollection OF where she hlil
been, and with whom, ANA what her
aunt would say. If she knew Il.
b,ishtened the laughing eyes.
Il have been in the woods, Aunt
Alice, know that am late, and am
sorry for it. l will make up for it by
working doubly hard now"
Miss Atherton was somewhat molli-
fed. and she said more gently;
IL viii overlook Il this once, bat Il
must not happen again; duties must be
performed first, pleasure is an after.
consideration.
So Violet Beaton took the basket
obediently, and attended her aunt in
her gardening operations. Miss Ather-
ton was as scrupulous in her garden as
in her house, no weeds, no dead leaves,
no dying flowers were permitted there.
She was In an unusually vigorous
mood this morning; the scissors were
in use constantly. and blossom after
blossom fell-for she had great dis
like to what she called the unuolness
II dying flowers.
The rose would have lasted another
a ~. Il