Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1901-09-26

afternoon packing, for he was sen
slDle enough to see that he was spoil
ming his whole life by staying In the
same place with beautiful, and appar
emily heartless, Grace Durie. If she
was not the only girl she was certain
ly the only young and pretty one in
the district, and the name of her ad
mirers was legion. He would catch
4 the northern coach next morning be
fore daybreak and would say good-by
to her that evening. She would have
the latest addition to the ranks of her
slayes-Con Sylvester-to console
her, and the fact that she was losing
the oldest friend she had would count
Tor little. 1t was with sore heart
indeed. that ne was leaving Under
brae, for Donald loved Grace devoted
iy-once he had thought she cared for
him-but that was long ago when she
was school girl. long before Con
| Sylvester's dark blue eyes had looked
the devotion their owner seldom ex-
pressed in any other way for Con was
fiirt and the knowledge of this add
ed not a little to his grief. He never
| doubted that Con was serious but he
did doubt his suitability as husband
for any girl.
Grace looked surprised, certainly.
that evening, when he told her that
he was going.
But you will be back again, direct
ly," she said airily; anyway you
can't go tomorrow because the coach
has had an accident, and has been
taken to Clifton for repairs. The mail
will be day late, so you simply can't
60 Turn that light down a little
like dear boy. 1 think I've got
something into my eyes this after
noon-willow dust probably-at any
rate, it hurts"
You are looking very bonnie this
evening, Grace" he said as he turned
down the lamp.
Thank you, have been doing my
hair in the new way. Mr.. Sylvester
showed me photo of his sister-the
one who was presented the other day
land I copied my hair from hers"
"Con Sylvester, you bring every
thing round to his name" said Donald
irately. "You care nothing that | am
going-nothing whatever"
"You are so horribly bad tempered
that I shall be distinctly relieved"
said Miss Durie.
"You really mean that?"
Il really mean it."
Then I shall not see you again. !"
and for the second time in one day
Donald Rennie lost his temper and
spoiled his cause.
Con Sylvester covered his retreat
for his with a request for Miss Durie
to play an accompaniment. He sang
well and was highly vexed because
for some reason or other the girl
stumbled over the notes and played
several wrong ones.
II cannot think what is the matter
with me- she said "all the notes look
blurred
"Tears,-idle tears" suggested Con.
with a provoking look towards the
uOoi way anu ntHHle . DTOdu SnOulQer-
ed figure.
No, am afraid not. Look. and
she opened her big grey eyes widely.
There were certainly no tears in
them.
They are worth looking at" said
Con admiringly, eff you will forgive
me for so bald a compliment"
There's something the matter with
them, all the same" said the girl
anxiously. 81 think l should go to
bed and rest them. but they have al
ways been so strong before"
"You will not mind if | ask Mrs.
Lance to play my next song for me ?
| have promised to sing IF Love Were
ALL"
90, dear no." said Grace, but it was
annoying all the same.
Mrs. Lance was always trying to
attach herself to Con, with the I'M
mistakable object of attaching him to
her. In fact, she had more than once
limited to Grace that before her mar
riage to Mr.. Lance, Con Sylvester had
been something dearer than a friend
to her. She had been spending a |
month with the Duries. and was a |
bright-faced, rather plain featured
little woman, with an intense love of
admiration, and a slightly fast reputa- !
ton that went a good way towards |
gaining her desire.
The next morning Miss Durie's eyes
were bad indeed, and she felt too i'll |
to see any one--the dreaded word !
sandy blight had been whispered
and before evening the symptoms had
been confirmed, and the girl was
ordered to a darkened room, feeling |
as thoroughly miserable as person
well could. Grace was an orphan
from childhood, and lived with an
only brother at Underbrae Station, |
and for the first time in her petted
life felt the real need of tender, |
motherly hands to battle her smarting
eyes and find the hundred and one
things she needed in dressing herself,
or in the daily round of occupation.