Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1903-08-29
CHAPTER uL-tContinued).

zane out of the old porch of the church
With Miss Rose Castellas softly rustling
at his side in a pale heliotrope lowered
muslin, and with big dark purple pansies
in her chic Partisan headgear.
There was a sort of eclat in being seen
with Rose, she was always so expensive
IL and faultlessly attired.
Mrs. Redmayne, a gray haired, rather
stately-looking dame, walked behind
with the unassuming Edwin.
The servants followed deferentially
from the pews set apart for them.
So the household was in the htfbit of
proceeding homeward, quietly, and with
out many greetings from those around
them, who, even in the shadow of the
sacred edifce, were of course upon an
entirely lower level.
But today, meeting them and hurrying
down the path in search Of book left
behind her, came a daintily attired
Young figure-none other than Miss
Deane, in one of her simple white frocks,
and carrying a white cotton sunshade in
her hand
She met them face to face in the broad
churchyard path-Haroid and Rose first.
She looked up at the former with
pleasant, confident smile.
Ii she expected recognition from the
handsome owner of the castle, however
she was disappointed.
Harold, with deeply flushed but rigid
face, and a cold and unseeing eve. passed
her by, turning, indeed, little eagerly
moment later to speak to his lovely com
panion, hoping that the young artist had
not shown that they were acquainted in
any way as she went on towards the
church.
Such a rencontre was awkward
And Nan Deane had such simple, in
nocently impudent ideas, one never knew
exactly what she would do or expect
him to do.
However, as Miss Castellas appeared
quite as composed as usual. he assumed
all was well, and had soon forgotten the
little incident which at first had made
him anxious and uncomfortable.
Strange that there is so often differ
ence in the members of family!
Edwin Redmayne, at the back, was
only too anxious to be seen by the
charming girl artist from Grips farm.
He bent forward and, catching her eve
"a cool, yet smiling brown eye-raiscd
the hat from above his plain, agreeable
face with marked courtesy, quite indif-
ferent as to whether he were arousing
the curiosity of the family or not.
Miss Deane returned his glance and
movement very sweetly.
She really looked quite above her po-
sition as she did Sc, and Mrs. Redmayne
supposed her girl staying with one of
the county families, whom her son had
ohoI i
tennis.
She only murmured, who is that,
my dearf" and did not listen for the
answer.
But Edwin would not have cared if he
had been riddled with inquiries, for he
was net in the least degree ashamed of
knowing Miss Deane.
He met here again on the following
morning, and Nan rewarded him by a
very long saunter through the fields.
where they waded together knee-deep in
cow-weed and meadow sweet, exehang-
ing condolences.
They'frequently met during the week
afterwards, though Edwin was careful
never to force himself upon her.
He was retiring and unassuming, be-
cause he knew himself to be plain and
poor, and of not much Importance in the
world.
lie thought it only too kind of any
girl like Nan to allow him to spend part
Of his time with her.
He never inquired as to her eircum-
stances.
He admired her talent, and Nan made
him two or three sketches of the country
round, though none of the castle, his
home.
They were genuine bons camarades:
Edwin respected her and admired her too
much to try to get up any idle Irritation
with her, and naturally he never thought
Of marriage, for his position as younger
son, where even the elder was not rich,
was considered too bad to entitle him
to do so.
Nan bore Harold no malice for his
slight.
Perhaps she had even forgotten the in
cident when she next met him, though
1t was upon the following night
She was strolling quietly through a
heid near the farm-within Grips prop
erty, in fact-when Harold came hurry
ing towards her
AS II fearing a repulse or an offended
demeanor, he held out something to her
that looked like a peace offering as he
approached-and it was peace,offering
that glittered and shone in the dying
rays of the sunset.
Do you care for this, Nam he asked.
holding up the small case that contained
the bauble.
What is it," asked Nan "A ring?"
No, it isn't ring" Harold was not
quite so incautious as that. at is a
brooch. | thought you'd like to wear it
Tor the sake of the giver"
Nan took it and examined it with her
emld-hke and yet deliciously clever
smile.
1t appeared to be q diamond ornament
OF exquisite design.
The stones were not real; but, of
course, girl of her rank would not
know or care about that, for it looked
very pretty and cleaned more brightly
IMAM genuine gems would have done.
How it sparkles!" she exclaimed. 'Ts
II really for mef Oh, / don't know that
ought to take it, Mr. Redmayne; but
sun it's so pretty that 1 can't refuse