Vernon County censor. [volume] (Viroqua, Wis.) 1865-1955, 1902-05-14

THAT 5 Just what l ses, cries 1oln'
| triumphantly. land all those lawyer
chaps have been down a worriting and
! puzzling their heads about it. and one
/ Of them SEES: You stay here, Sir iyor. un-
( til it's proved. It's a most mysterious
affair But he says he won't stay, and,
| oh. ma'am, if you were to see him, so
white and so changed, and such an awful
look upon his face. II would make your
heart ache know it makes mine"
! But this is very mysterious" she cries
| in agitation. what can have happen
( ed? Mrs. Grant had no other son. OF
course Sir Iyor is the rightful owner of
the Court. Perhaps grief has affected
/ his mind"
Il don't know" says Tom dismally;
/ ''he promised as how / was to go with
! him, and now he says | amt; but all the
! same means to follow wherever h"
goes" he adds. dropping his voice AMI
CHANGING around. "'Taint wages wants.
I'd serve him till died. He was so good
to me, he was, and amt going to for
get IT,"
You're a good lad says Beryl hast
/ lily. Yes, don't leave him. Oh, with
wish knew what his trouble was"
she cries passionately. Il wish / could
help him"
why don't you go and ask him,
ma'am?' suggests Tom He's lonely
enough up there, only the lawyer chaps
/ come, aud they worrit him more than
( enough"
IL can't" stammers Beryl as again
/ that hot. shamed flush stains her white
face. I'm very, very sorry, Tom; you
may tell him that--tell him it from me;
! but l can't say more, and | can's do
anything / wish to he0'en | could"
! lie was so good 70 tlt little gentle
man." says Tom. wistfuly. Il seed him
myself a nursn' and watehin' him night
after night Seems queer to me that you,
as is his mother, can't help my poor mas
ter even by a word. All his friends seems
a turning their backs on him now. That's
just what be said"
ooh, hush-hushw' cries Beryl passion
ately. you don't know what you're talk
/ ing about He-he will understand what
mean if you give him my--message."
I'm give it safe enough" says Tom.
looking more and more puzzled; seems
to me. though the quality has a mighty
strange way OF shown friendship. If
one of my sorts in trouble. neither man
nor woman makes any sort of fuss bout
going to them, il It's only to say they're
sorry for EN-. I'm sure Sir Ivor would
take it much kinder if you went to Sc
him, stead of sending a message.
BE silent1' she cries almost tierceli.
You forget yourself; you don't know
what you say"
Tom shrinks bcek alarmed and abash
ed.
Il beg your pardon. ma'a am" he says.
"No 0ffense meant, I'm sure. Ii you'd
| seen my master as I've seen him, you'd
| feel sorry too. | didn't think you'd be
angry If told you"
II am not angry" she says, with a
sound as of tears in her voice, and look
of passionate yearning in her eyes as
| they rest on the old Courts gabled roof.
You're a good boy-a faithful boy. You
mean well, | know. But don't speak to
me any more. want to be alone. IL
came here to be alone"
| She makes no sound or movement till
| that solitary figure is visible no longer.
| Then her arms 20 up with wild gesture,
and she throws herself down on the cold
/ clay of the newly made grave, sobbing as
/ if her heart would break.
| How long has she laid there--an hour?
two. three? Half lifetime. it seems
to her. for sorrow comes with slow
| tread Be the time long or short, how
ever, she is awakened at last by the
| touch Of hand on her shoulder. and
springing to her feet she secs in the light
OF the cold wintry moon tie face Of the
man for whose sake that nour of bitter
! grief has been passed
Changed! o how changed. she wildly
thinks. reading its sorrowful lines. its
| anguish and pain, as only a woman's eyes
can read The face of one she loves,
"Berylr' he says, hoarseIy. "You
hereY"
Her pale face grows paler still. The
hand she has raised 20 greet him falls
listlessly by her side,
Did | Iot love her also2" she says.
WAS it wrong that should come to her
last resting placer
Wrong" so great a food of JOY lights
his face and sweeps over his heart, that
il needs no words to say how little she
need fear one word OF accusation. 1T
was kind of you-very kind Of you"
Then his voice breaks, aud for mo-
ment's fear-flled silence they stand and
5
they thought to gaze again.
Quite suddenly. the woman's pity burst
) asuudeF the barrier Of her self-eoutrol
II IS not in her power to gaze upon such
changed face unmoyed
You have had great troubc IL heard
lit, Ii say 70 you, ana sorry---'
But then her strength gives way. \
burst OF sobs rends her breast
oh, Iyol,-ivor.' She cries, what is
, lit? Can't you tell meg
Il can tell you IL you wish he says
haarsely: you will hear IL soon enough
Il IS only that am a nameless beggar
instead of being what-what | have al
ways thought myself"
Il can't understand" she says, broken
ly. 1T isn't true. You-of all men
Even I--of all men,, he eeaoes
, Times are changed since was the idl,
! Top whom you honored with the title oi
My Lord Conceit
D Don't" she cries, her words cuttin.
= sharp aud shrill across the still night air
;. For heavens sake spare me such mem
r cries What DO you meau3 What is THU
o mystery II can't understand it,"
1T is very simple" he said. My moth
: or told me nothing Of her early life, bu
], | Ut her death ! discovered that my fathc
. was not her first husband. As a girl o
{ | 10, she fell IN love or imagined herse.
y in love. with q man who appealed to he
r romantic youth with a story OF Danish
o ment, chivalry. adverse fortuue-heavcl
. knows what He really was an Italia
+, who taught singing al the school, Sh
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