Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1902-02-18

left him." she said. HE has never laugh
ed since, and it is seventeen years since"
II have heard something of his story"
said Lord Arundale; sand that which l
have heard makes me like him better"
Then, with few kindly words. he went
away, trying, as far as it was possible,
that no word should be exchanged be-
tween the young people.
He with the dark eyes, she heard his
name afterward Sir Hubert Estmere-
looked at her as he went away.
He is going" she thought; Il have
seen him. and now he is going
Her face grew white as death and a
shadow came over her eyes. She had
seen him, met him, the hero of her
dreams, the king who was to crown her
life with his love had come, and was
going. Would she ever see him again?
What had it been for. this swift, sudden
emotion, if all was to die away at once,
and he was to pass out of her sight?
When, finally, he vanished under the
shade of the green trees it seemed to her
that her heart ceased beating and life
was standing still. For many minutes
she was incapable of moving, then she
rallied herself with a sigh. How foolish
it was; it was but a fancy. What could
the face Of a stranger be to her that she
should weave all these romances about
it? Yet the song of the little brook had
changed, the flowers had grown fairer,
the birds song had deeper meaning, the
light was brighter. The girl tried 20
rouse herself, a spell had fallen over her.
what is wrong with me?" she said.
Il have seen a face, nothing more
She fingered by the waterside, dream
ing always of the dark, handsome face,
and suddenly a footstep came quickly
over the bracken and ferns. There was
no time to look, the sudden beating of
her heart, the sudden brightness that fell
over her, the sudden music that seemed
to leap and CULVER in the air, all told the
same story-he was there-he had come
back again for one word with her. The
dark, handsome face, flushed with exer-
ton, was bending over her, and he spoke
in hurried tones.
Lord Arundale did not introduce me-"
he said. The best knows why. Let ma
introduce myself; am Sir Hubert Est
mere; l am staying at Arundale Hall,
and very dull place | find it. / grew
quite tired of it until to-day"
She was looking at him witt a strange
mixture of pleasure. wonder and fear
II saw that Lord Arundale did not
wish me to speak to you" he said; The
is absurdly particular in some things, so
is Lady Arvice, his wife. | could not
help returning. l longed for one word
with you"
Her face was covered with burning
fush her hands trembed. She would
fain have made him some Indifferent an
swer, but the words died away on her
lips, leaving her mute and dumb.
Have | displeased you by returning?"
he asked gently. If so. l will go at
once"
mo, l am not displeased," she answer
ed. You startled me-"
And the lovely eyes seemed to droop
from his with the burden of their own
light and secret. She thought of what
he would say or think if he knew her
thoughts had made her heart beat, and
she looked so shy, so sweet in her dainty.
delicate loveliness that Sir Hubert lost
his heart to her.
Tell me-" he cried. in passionate
whisper, will you be here by the brook
side at this same hour tomorrow? must
see you again"
She sealed her own fate, she wrote the
first line of a tragedy, she began the
dream of life when she answered, slowly
and quietly:
Yes"