Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1900-09-17
CHAPTER 1.
"a Spoiled INDUCED, Beloved Child
SY BERTHA vi. CLAY.

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upon the lawn of Glynn Castle; a
thousand rare and fragrant flowers
sent forth sweet messages to all, borne
by tie summer wind that stirred the
| green leaves family.
It was a pretty scene-the smooth,
green lawn, diversified with masses of
gorgeous bloom. In the foreground
stood the picturesque, gray, old castle
of Glynn; in the background, the dark
brown woods. In the midst OF the
lawn was a grand cedar-tree, whose
sweeping branches trailed on the long
| grass.
Under the shade of the cedar was a
group that an artist, in painting,
would have immortalized himself.
Just where the sunbeams came filter
ing through the dense green foliage,
where they fell mellow and golden,
stood a beautiful young girl. This was
Sybil Jocelyn.
| To look at her was to know that she
came from a grand old race; the tall.
! slender figure was Of rare grace and
girlish dignity-the carriage, the man
ner and bearing of young queen.
Her beautiful head was proudly set
| upon graceful shoulders that would
| have charmed sculptor; her white
| throat was arched and delicate; her
little hands, with their slender, rose
tipped fingers, were picture in them
| selves.
| Words tell but weakly Of the white.
| low forehead, Of the delicately arched
brows; of the deep violet eyes, with
a world of yelled tenderness and pas
sion in their clear depths; of long
silken lashes that lay. like a fringe
upon the rounded cheeks; of the proud,
sensitive lips, capable Of both scorn
and sweetness; of the wealth Of golden
brown hair that rippled over little
shell-like ears, and fell in a thousand
waving lines over her shoulders.
Looking at, her, she gave one the
| impression Of being a spoiled, INDUCED,
| beloved child.
| She was not more than seventeen,
| this girl whose future held so terrible
! a story, and she had never known the
| faintest shadow of care. She looked
at home and in her place amidst beauty
and flowers She was like some rare
exotic; the cold wind had never blown
upon her; frost, snow, rain, had never
been ear her.
At this moment she stands under the
cedar-tree, her lovely face lighted by
charming smiles, and turned toward a
young man near her with a half-per-
suasive, wholly irresistible look.
RI should enjoy it, Sir Rupert, she
was saying. "You know how much [
like fresh air and sunshine. What pos
sible reason can you have for Directing
to picnic in Birley Woods?'
The voice agreed with the face; it
was rich, full and musical, with sweet
cadences, and the play of her lips as
she spoke was irresistible
TT is not to the woods object" re-
piled her companion. Lady Marche
is not always so particular as she
should be about her visitors. She has
some military men over at Ling now;
and, Sybil, you know the squire likes
you to be very select
A slight shade of Impotence crossed
her face.
81 know all that she said; "and,
ali me! I am so tired of being select.
What is the world, outside select peo-
pie, like? Is it all laughter and fun?''
Sir Rupert Dacre flushed slightly.
81 wish you would not say such
things, Sybil,'' he cried. "You do not
mean them. No one would be more
shocked and disguised than you if you
once found yourself outside the circle
your fathers love has kept select
''You do not understand me-" she re-
piled "Of course I detest all vulgari-
ty; it is not that I mean. We are all
very select, suppose-papa, Irene,
Violet, you. and myself. See how quiet
we are-how we all think and say the
same things; we visit the same places,
enjoy the same mild little amusements.
Now I want something different
something brighter An opportunity
comes, and You will not let me embrace
it,
He looked wistfully at her-this
bright, fair girl into whose life, with
it's many yearnings and longings he
could not enter.
He would have been content to give
I up the whole world for love of her.
He asked for no other face to smile
upon him-po other voice to cheer him.
While she-well, she knew she had his
whole heart, but she seemed to look
beyond it; it was less than nothing to
her. Having that, she wanted some
thing righter-something different.
Yet he was one upon whom no woman
could look without keen admiration.
He was tall, with manly, erect figure;
full of superb dignity mingled with
graceful ease; with broad, deep chest;
bonny shoulders that were the envy of
half his male friends; hands white as
those of a dainty lady, yet strong and
firm as steel.