Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1901-06-20
A SUNNI Err STORM.

ing. Foamy clouds fioated over a sky
of azure. The breeze was as soft as
sigh, and as sweet with all vagrant
flower scents. And robins were max
ing mad melody in the beautiful old
woods of Garway Castle. And of the
party of young people who had come
to look upon the beauties of the
majestic old home, perhaps none was
quite SO gay that morning as Leslie
Forth. Too gay, her friend Mary
| Stewart thought, watching her. And
as the day wore on and the crowd
broke apart, she could not help feel
| ing that all was not well with the
prettiest girl of that goodly young
throng. And when the opportunity
presented itself she spoke to her with
loving anxiety.
| Leslie don't mean to be in
trusive. You know how l love you,
and-love has sharp sight, despite the
old saying which makes it blind.
like the way modern novelist has
put this idea. She says: Love is
not blind. Love sees as God sees, and
with infinite mercy has infinite par
dom Now, know you're not happy.
All your laughter and wild pranks
can't convince me that you are. What
is it. Something has come between
you and Harold. Is that it?"
They were apart--alone, under the
green gloom of a great oak. Mary,
past her first youth, plain and kindly
of face, her grand soul shining in her
honest eyes. Leslie, almost a child in
years, with all d ohiii's impu,siveness,
fair as dream, with cheeks the hue
of pink carnations, and masses of
bronze gold hair waved almost to the
fine dark brows arching over eyes as
wildly blue as the sky above them.
He's so unjusti" Now the dark
brows knit and the blue eyes flashed.
Fancy his being jealous of Preston
Graham. AS if could care for a man
like Preston!"
Mary Stewart looked grave.
you certainly did flirt with Preston
at the dance at Edgewood."
| ''Flirt! What perfectly absurd
word! | gave him few dances while
Harold was so engrossed in Hazel Wise
he could not see that l had come into
the room"
Leslie, you know in your heart that
Harold doesn't care snap for Hazel
Wise and never has!"
Some of the fire went out of the
brilliant blue eyes.
How do know he doesn't? We are
not engaged. Pm sure he is welcome
to pay attention to any girl he pleases.
And II" Here she broke down
miserably
MY DEAR" pleaded her friend, IF
you would only listen to me"
But WON'T" broke in Leslie. She
looked up, dasling away the sparkling
drops from her lashes and laughing.
Il won't! You best and dearest girl
in the world won't stand here to be
lectured a moment longer"
And then she was gone-a flash of
white and rose in the pale gold sun
shine of the early summer The way
was wide and smooth. The wood was
cool and pleasant. She turned to
avoid meeting a chattering group,
whose voices came to her from the
left. And then, glad to be alone,
absorbed in her own thoughts, she fell
into larguid walk, and kept on
still onward. How tiresome it was to
have to pretend to be happy. If one
could only cry as children do when
they are disappointed or tired! But
that would never do. The motley
the motley. We all must wear the
motley! And it isn't only the fool
whose cap and bells keep jingling-
not only the fool,
Well. she would be missed. She
must go back.
What-what was that? A drop Of
rain! Surely 1t couldn't rain today
not such a day as this. She stood
still-wondering, aghast. Another drop
FLASHED down on her hand-another.
And then they were coming down fast
faster. And she became suddenly
aware that the glory Of the golden
day was gone, that the bit of breeze
had become headstrong wind, and
that she must run for shelter as fast
as she could. Run she did Ieetly. in
the direction Of a building she dimly
discerned ahead. 1t was not the castle