Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1903-08-15
CHAPTER I.-tCOntiuued.)

upon us, you know. we have suffered
awfully from the trippers, assure you.
But have come after you to take you
from the top to the bottom OF the old
pile. so let's rub off the old score and
start afresh, shall We? It's such love
ly morning, and you're such a charming
girl, don't you see? Don't waste time
in scolding me any more"
His tones sank into very pleading
key.
Miss Rose Castellas would not have
recognized her languid, aristocratic
swain who rendered her every attention
within his power, but without fervor
tbeing very sure of her and himself) in
this young man who was evidently we'll
used to a lower sphere of life, could she
in this green alley.
She could have had several surprises
concerning Harold Redmayne.
She imagined him devoted to herself,
though he did not say so in words.
Manner expresses a good deal, how
ever, and whenever she came down to
Carlys castle to visit his mother, he was
ready to dance attendance upon her
wherever she went.
The young girl he now addressed hest
tated, or pretended to hesitate, for a
moment; but at length turned back
with him, smiling gratefully.
He himself felt triumphant.
He loved this sort of encounter with
pretty girls who were not in his own
rank of life, and this one was such an
especially pretty girl, and at first he
had been afraid that she would have
bad nothing to do with him.
But she was evidently good tempered
and of a forgiving disposition.
He admired the spirit and cool amuse-
ment with which she had received his
own and Miss Castellas' rude and curt
behavior-it had ATTRACTED him more
than her face and form, though these
were bewitching enough; and he had
thought of nothing but finding her out
and following her up ever since.
With all his admiration, however, she
noticed that he did not lead her into the
ruins by the public way, as the guide
had done, but by a private and rather
solitary entrance not overlooked by the
house windows.
He did not profess to give her much
information about the place, but endeav
ored to carry on personal conversation
of a fiirtatious character.
1t seemed odd to the girl that the heir
to the old place should know SO much
less concerning it than a mere hireling.
MIR. Redmayne let her see very plainly
that he wished her to understand he
showed her the ruins for the sake of the
pleasure of her society. As they came
back through the grounds-still by very
retired ways-he gathered her a bunch
of glowing red roses.
You've never told me your name all
ner. Nor where you are staying, nor,
in fact, anything about yourself"
"Oh, l am staying at Grips farm
it is about mile from this"
81 know Grips very WELL" put in
Redmayne. Its a pretty place. And
what do you do with yourself all day 2"
"Oh, | am an artist paint. Didn't
you guess that?" responded the girl, as
she looked at her camp-stool and block,
which her companion was CALAMITY car
rying.
81 suppose 1 might have done So but
I was thinking of something else" re-
Piled Redmayne with meaning glance.
And I've been wondering what your
name is-something pretty, l could
guarantee"
yes, it is rather pretty, I think an
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Deane."
Very pretty indeed But the first
one might be prettier What's that?"
inquired Harold, laughing.
"0h-Nan!"
"Charming Never heard a sweeter!"
1T would have been the same had Miss
Deane acknowledged to Abigail or Hep
nbah.) We'll, l may call you Nan,
mayn't II"
oh l can't promise that and, besides.
here we are at the road, so L will bid
you good morning" responded Miss
Deane, holding out her had for her be-
longings
Nonsense! Of course, shall see you
again." said Redmayne decidedly. You
must find time hang heavy on your
hands on these summer evenings down
at Cripps'. If | come walking down
Their tonight, or tomorrow night, / won
der if l should see you anywhere
about?" selling her hand and squeezing
it significantly.
"0f course, 1 can't paint in the even
ing Miss Deane admitted. THE morn
inc is the best time for a walk, though
don't you think so, Mr. Redmayne?"
"No-oh, not" answered Redmayne
hastily. NO time like the evening
about o'clock dinner"
They don't have dinner at the farm"
remarked Nan.
Well, what time do you have your
suppert' demanded Harold, smiling
leniently, as he looked down at the
mobile face before him.
Oh. | don't go in for supper-a glass
OF milk, and bread and butter. from
place like the farm. are delicious enough
Tor anything" said Miss Deane
Then You have still more liberty than
imagined" exclaimed Redmayne with
an expression of pleased relief It's
Jolly that your time is your own. How
long are you going to be here"
Well" said Nan Deane meditatiyely
1t depends on circumstances"
Whether you are able to sell your
sketches well enough to give you nice
long holiday, 1 suppose" said Redmayne
III buy one of the castle when you
finish it, whatever it's like" laughing
iamiliarly. "And you canHput q stiff
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