Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1902-07-17
CHAPTER XIV.

Rudolph rode off early in the morning
to Ulladale, to inspect the houses OF
which the rector had spoken. The heat
was intepse. The heavens were like
molten brass. The white lilies dropped,
the roses hung their heads; the birds
had hidden themselves in their leafy
coyeTts; there was not ripple on the
lake, not a whisper of wind from the
mountain-tops to relieve the settled,
intense heat.
Il wish Sir Rudolph had not gone
to Ulladale today" said Lady Gull
more; 1T is so hot, and he will be in
and out OF those horrible houses.
shall be miserable about him. | have
such sense OF coming sorrow on me-"
Uric laughed.
Now, Nest, we will not have that.
Things are bad enough; we Will not
have any forebodings of coming sor-
row."
Il cannot help it," she said, with
pale, trembling lips.
1t was a long, quiet day. Uric and
spent the morning under the cedar.
He read and | worked, with carious
little happy interludes.
Night came, and Sir Rudolph re-
turned in safety. Although Lady Gull
more had been anxious concerning him
all day, she did not so out to meet
him. she gave utterance to none OF the
JOY she felt at seeing him; but / saw
that her whole heart went out to him,
though she repressed all outward sign
of emotion.
Dinner was an utter failure; no one
was hungry, no one could eat. Even
Uric succumbed to the heat, and had
little to say.
In the drawingroom afterward, Lady
Culmore, in her white dress, seated
herself in the shadow. Sir Rudolph
opened the windows wide, and pushed
away the hangings.
Let us have what little air there
u.s." he said.
Kate" exclaimed Uric, suddenly,
''sing for us. | found quaint song
the other day, and brought it home
with me-"
He placed 1t on the piano, and
sang 1t. 1t was called 1.-TWO Pictures"
Il set in the gathering shadows,
And looked to the west away;
There the hand of an unseen artist
Was painting, at close of day,
A strange and beautiful picture
That filled my soul with awe,
And made men think OF the city
No mortals ever saw.
Paint me, o wonderful artist
/ cried when the shadows came,
And hid the marvellous glory
OF the western hills aflame--
Paint me the face of an angel
And. 10. before my eyes
Was the face of my sainted mother
Who dwells in Paradise!
Paint me the face of sinner!
A darker shadow swept
Down the hills, and | thought, in the
twilight
The unseen artist wept;
And. 10. from a magical pencil
A face in a moment had grown,
The sad white face of a sinner,
And | knew it for my own"
Two white hands were laid gently
upon my shoulder, and fearful voice
whispered
Kate, do you love me?"
You know that do, Lady Culmore,"
| replied,
Then do not sing another note;
- haa
My voice, they said was sweet and
clear as silver bell and loved
music
Il have never heard you sing, Lady
Culmore," | said.
81 have not sung a note since-since
we came here" she returned; "and
never shall sing again. then we parted
for the night.
The rector had not been near us all
day, nor had he had any news OF little
Willie; but on the following morning,
when we sat at breakfast. all four to-
gether, for wonder he was an
nounced. He came in looking very
anxious, with dark shadows beneath
his eyes. Before he greeted us he
CflSu, III utsiISSSSu NOtCes--
Little Willie is very ill.,
We were all grieved. The poor rec
tor seemed heart broken.
What is the matter?" asked Uric.
zone must not attach too much i'm
portance to the ailments of children.
They seem TO be at deaths door one
day. and they are quite we'll again the
next"
Eyes: but he is very ill."-said the
rector gravely. II was sent for early
this morning to visit the poor woman
who lives by the west lake. AS was
returning. met DR.. Johnston, who
had just been to see my little boy. and
he tells me that he is very Ill indeed
/ thought l would call here, and ash
you to let the groom drive me home
/ shall reach the Rectory so much
more quickly"
Sir Rudolph insisted on driving him
himself, and he left us all very sorrow
full.
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