Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1902-08-04

any she had ever heard. He nad
clear, sound views on most subjects;
he was a keen, clever judge OF art, a
| good critic; he had store OF anec-
| dotes. a fund of information; he was a
scholar and a student. She was COM
PEELED to own that for the son Of a
manufacturer he was really wonderful.
He had his own ideas Of chivalry
too; evidently he did not consider it
virtue set apart for the aristocracy.
She was even surprised and Mortified
to find that he dared to discharge little
arrows, biting little sarcasms, at the
order she loved and believed in.
| Could it be credited? More than once
she heard him laugh at the idea of
/ hereditary genius!
One evening he was with Lord Care
in the library, and their conversation
was so deeply interesting that they
never even heard the dinner bell ring.
On that day her father had been look
ing unusually ILL, and she had been
dreadfuly anxious about him.
What can engross them SO en-
tirely ?" thought Lady Ianthe to ner-
self; and then, when they came hur-
riedly into the l,dining-room it struck
her that they both avoided looking at
her-that Lord Care had a wistful,
haggard expression on his face-that
( he was restless and excited. There
was something, too, almost apologize
in his manner to her; while Herman
Culross looked eagerly expectant.
"Ianthe,'' said the earl, after dinner
twill you join me in few minutes?
I am going to the library"
AS she replied, she saw Herman
Culross look at her, with a sudden
CLEAN of light in his eyes. When
they were alone, he crossed the room,
and went over to her side-he was
strongly agitated. She was serenely
proud and calm.
Lady Ianthe," he said, in low
voice, Il wish that / dare kneel at
your feet, and pray you to listen
favorably to what Lord Care has to
propose"
She raised her serene eyes to his
earnest, handsome face.
4Ou WOuAo Nc SiCdCAJ OuI VI ploSCs
Mr.. Culross, at my feet" she rejoined;
"and-pray pardon met requires no
prayers from you to induce me to
listen favorably to anything my dear
and honored father may have to say"
"But, Lady Ianthe, you do not know
allow me-"
She moved aside, with dign4ied
ho oct iain Of
contempt in the smile with which she
interrupted him.
Pardon me, Mr.. Culross; l do not
allow any interference between my
father and myself. | must ask you to
excuse me now, while I go to him."
Without another word, without even
a look, she swept from the room. She
scornful of him, but he could have
knelt and kissed the hem of her robe
as she passed him by.
''How does he dare to be so In
solent?" she said to herself. ''He to
pray that I would listen to my father
he, a plebian, parvenu-I, the
daughter of an English EARL"
Her eyes flashed unutterable scorn;
her lip curled in a naughty smile; her
beautiful face flushed. She went into
the library, and saw her father seated
il his favorite chair by the fire.
"Close the door, Ianthe," he said.
II want to talk to you without being
disturbed
She saw tears on his face. He
stretched out his arms to her.
'Ianthe, my darling, come here" he
said-"here, where can kiss you ana
plead to you and pray to you!"
She sat down on the little stool at
his feet, resting her hands on his
knees, looking with tender, loving
eyes into his face. Still he seemed
il no hurry to begin.
"Ianthe," he said at last Help has
come. Oh, my darling, have seen
the first CLEAN of light since the
darkness surrounded me, and l am
i'll, weak, faint with joy Ianthe, l
have seen the way in which l can be
saved
Then his strength seemed to fail
him, the courage that upheld him died
away; he bent his face over her and
wept like a child.
only Heaven knows" he sobbed,
what l have suffered, Ianthe! L
have seen myself Impoverished, I'M
prlsoned-my fortune lost-my name
djsgraced-my only child working
for her daily bread. l have heard
myself called thief, impostor, and it
has nearly killed me. Now it is all
overall over. could not nave
faced it, Ianthe."
''How you have suffered, papa!" she
said, gently. "And you have not told
me- I did not know one half
Il could not tell you, my darling.
There are sorrows that cannot be put
into words. Mine could motifs very
magnitude appalled, me. 1t is over,
thank Heaven!-I all all unworthy.
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