Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1903-03-19

life, and how, do what she would,
she could not make the days long
enough.
He sat Ly the UNCOVERED wall
more nan an hour; and when at last
he rose, longing to stay, yet aware
that he had been there long enough,
they both felt as though they had
been friends for years.
Hettle was little dismayed when
she remembered how freely she had
talked to one who was an entire
stranger after all. She had con.
versed with him as though he had
been a lifelong friend, and she uld
not even know his name; but he had
called to see her father and it wou,1
have been rude to let him sit alone
and not speak to him. Presently she
forgot all about her imprudence ana
only remembered how pleasant the
interview had been-the murmur OF
the deep voice had Leen musical as
the ripple of the waters or the song
Of the birds, and she seemed still to
hear it; then the handsome face,
with -s keen dark eyes-she had
seen no such face before!
The work on which she had been
so busy fell from her hands, and she
began to dream. Would such u
pleasant hour ever come again?
Would she see him and speak to him
again? II not, she thought to herself,
this was certainly the happiest hour
she had had in her life. How well he
seemed to comprehend her! ne
understood, too about her father, and
her contempt for world which did
not appreciate him. He, this young
stranger with his dark noble face,
had seemed to read and divine her
thoughts. Her eyes looked smilingIy
over the sea.
He was so different from the type
of men who had come to see her
father hitherto. During her whole
life she did not remember to have
talked to any one like him. The
gentlemen whose little children she
taught were something like him, yet
far inferior. She liked to recall the
grace Of his words and his looks A
soft dreamy smile played over her
lips, her heart was stirred with
faint sense Of pleasure. The western
wind and the autumn flowers Were
all part OF her dream II she had
never seen him again, that dream
would have remained with her
happy memory, a little oasis of bright
coloring amid the gray monotony Of
her dun everyday life, a picture to
look back upon.
The music of the sea was sweetcr
that night than ever; and Hettie fell
asleep Wa. a smile on her lips, and
dreamed of q dark face, with dark
eyes that said to her what no other
eyes had ever said.
CHAPTER XXI.
Sir Basil called several times at
Rosewalll and Martin Ray, who had
all IS NE hated every one who
could lie called arIstoCratic, took
fancy to him. They did not agree in
all respects. Sir Basil told him
frankly that he thought some of his
ideas terrible and hideous.
you will see" said Martin. You
will live longer than | shall, What
now teach the world it will believe
and practice when the singing
nettes are growing over my grave"
why do you suppose that your
grave will be covered with singing
uettles?" asked Sir Basil,
Martin laughed a bitter little
cynical laugh.
81 do not imagine that any one
living will care to plant flowers
there" he replied.
They were both startled by cry
OF pain,
How can you say SO, father?
After giving you my life, do you
thing shall forget you in death?"
Sir Basil never forgot the reproach
in the sweet face that quivercd with
pain. The blue eyes had a strained,
haunted expression.
They were all three standing within
the pretty porch when this coayersa-
ton took place, Hettie forgot every.
thing. except that her heart was
wounded. She went up to her father
with little cry Of outraged love-
and put her arm around his neck.
Dear" she said. Il should If
live longer, be as faithful to YOU in
death as | have been in life
Il know that; you are good
child" responded Martin,
He caressed her shining, golden
hair lovingly; but before him rose the
brilliant face of the child he loved
with is whole heart. and who had
reneunced him. and something Of
rcpressed impatience came iuta his
manner. The child who had re
bounced him and his doctrines his
life, and the mission he had given
her was stll thousand times
doarcr to Martin Ray than the child
who had served him with tender.
faithful. devoted love.
Something in this little scene
struck Sir Bash forcihly He admired
the daushtpr's devotion, hut what