Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1902-04-28

leave. assuring herself that his lord
ship would not linger, and that a few
| minutes could not matter.
''How refreshing the sea-breeze isl"
he went on. 1T is strange that the
same idea should have seized us both.
[ was going over to Blandthorpe this
morning; but the atmosphere seemed
sitting, and l longed for breath of
sea-air. This is what brought me
| here
Il came for the same reason" said
Angela. THE deepest, greenest sha lie
seems warm this morning; there IS
nothing cool but the sea-
$50 June is your favorite month,
Miss Charles? May is mine"
May is the month of promise; June
of realization she replied cat
home
/ Then she stopped abruptly, her face
flushing crimson. What had she been
going to say? He perceived her en-
barrassment, but was far too well-bred
to notice it, Then she reflected that
she had better finish her sentence; ne
would not know where her home was.
So she continued:
when I was at home in the
country, nothing pleased me SO much
as what I called the procession OF
flowers l waited and watched for
them eagerly / greeted each one as
though it had been living friend
April brought violets, primroses, and
| oh fn11 hn rr10 &c,
Of May? The hawthorn on the
hedges, the laburnums, the lilacs
June brings it's wealth of lilies and
roses. have great love for
flowers
81 think all true women love
flowers. My sister is rose-worshiper
That is why we have at the Hall so
many different kinds of roses. Have
you noticed them?
NO" she replied, mot particularly"
'Have you been into the rose
| garden?" he asked.
81 do not think So" she answered
''You must see it, he continued
''It is believed to contain a greater
variety of roses than is to be seen
anywhere else"
He was about to add how pleased he
should be to show the garden to her:
but, on reflection, decided that it
would be better not to do so, but TO
respect the reserve which she had
chosen to adopt. AS for calling her
self Mrs. Bowen's friend" however,
it was sheer nonsense He looked at
her hands, and wondered that she did
not perceive how they betrayed her
He remembered the story Of Queen
Mary Of Scotland, who. when fleeing
once from her enemies, would have
escaped in safety under her disguise
had not the marvellous whiteness of
her hands betrayed her. The hands
on which he looked were simply per-
feet in color and shape, the fingers
slender and rounded, with almond
shaped nails, and there was a faint
flush, like that of a delicate rose-leaf
iT, the palm
A hand produced by centuries OF
cultivation he quoted to himself.
Presently he found himself watching
the changes of the lovely face and the
luxuriance of the dark ripping hair.
AS he gazed, his heart went out 20
her. 1t was no sudden tumult of pas
sion that'f filed his soul; it was the
first faint dawn of a great and deep
love- He hardly understood it him
self; but he was conscious of a great
peace and great delight, conscious of
a thousand new, beautiful, vague
fancies that came to him.
Lord Arleigh talked to her of the
book she was reading, of the flowers
she loved, Of any and everything that
he thought would interest her. She
grew interested, and after time for
fgo: all except the handsome face with
tho laughing, frank blue eyes. He
was the first man who had ever in
terested her, and she found herself
listening atentiyely to all he said. adj
mlr1ng his ideas and sentiments.
They made even in that short inter
view great strides into the wonder
world of poetry.
More than once Angela had risen to
go; but he had begged eagerly:
| Do stay just few minutes longer
Miss Charles, may not have the
pleasure of meeting you again." and
she had granted his request.
So the time passed. and, without
knowing they learned the first les
son in love under the blue sky, with
the shining sea stretched before them.
with sea-gulls circling in the air, the
waves kissing the sand, and the sweet
summer wind singing as it has sung
ever since the first love-story was
! told.
CHAPTER XVIII.
It was a lovely warm June evening,
and unusual silence reigned in the
grand old mansion at Brantome. It
was hay-making time, and many of
the servants had asked permission to
go into the hay-felds. Lord Arleigh
had ridden over to Culdale, having
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