Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1903-11-09

daZzled one.
Ii was an uncommon type of face;
the complexion of wonderful fairness
white, like a lily leaf with the sun
shining upon IL, then tinged with a
delicate rose color that seemed to
come and go, to rise and fade, with
every thought.
The features were clearly cut, the
lips ripe and fresh, the eyes large
and dark, the brows straight, the fore
head low and broad, crowned with
diadem of golden hair; and it was
this strangely beautiful mixture of
dark eyes and fair hair that made the
rare charm of ViOlante Temples
face.
CHAPTER II.
IF the world were all my own, dear,
l would lay it at thy feet"
The lover who pleaded so earnestly
with her was some years older than
Violante. AS Lord Vivian Selwyn
stands there, ones eyes rest on him
in admiration. He presents a marked
contrast to the young girl by his
side; she is fair and graceful, he dark
and stately; she is winsome and
sweet, he has all the dignity of a
grand old race; her face is gentle and
fiowerlike, his descended from cru
sa&ers and cavaliers, brave and noble;
she is delicate and fragile, he strong,
with a martial air that agrees well
with his broad shoulders, his open
chest and magnifcently developed
limbs.
He is tall, like all the men of his
race, of the grand leonine type; a
head proudly set, and proudly carr
on kingly neck; a head shaped like
those the Greeks admired and sculp-
tured in marble, with black hair
brushed from it in waving lines, so
much more beautiful than curls; eyes
dark as night, flashing with fire,
cleaning with love, tender with pas
sion-eyes that looked terrible to a
foe and beautiful to a friend-eyes
that could persuade and threaten,
with the art that belongs to fair wO-
men.
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lips, and so hid what was perhaps the
only defect in that handsome face.
The mouth was well shaped; it could
smile with the grace of a woman or
the simplicity of a child; but to one
who studied physiognomy there were
irresolute lines round the handsome
lips; they were not firmly closed, but
the dark mustache hid that fault, and
Lord Vivian Selwyn stood confessed
one Of the noblest and best-looking
men of the day.
II was a fair picture-youth and
maiden, love and beauty, hope and
happiness. One remembers that the
world once was Eden on seeing such.
you are looking in my eyes, love"
said Lord Vivian, at last, land you
will find there what you would find in
my heart, could you see there-your
own image Look on, love; | have
no thought to hide from you. l ask
you to be my queen, my wife; to be
mistress of my home, to be the charm
of my life-and you, ViOlante, must
not refuse me-"
Prudence was fast yielding; her
beautiful face dropped nearer to him,
a sigh rippled over the sweet lips-a
sigh that reached him-and then he
forgot everything, except that he
loved her. He clasped her in his
strong arms, and kissed her face in a
passion of tenderness that knew no
words.
you cannot escape me, my dar-
ling" he cried; "a white dove might
as well try to fly from it's captor's
hands. You said last night you
loved me. l want more now; you
must promise to be my wife"
He wooed her with such loving, ten
der words, she had no power to re
sist. Last night" it was true he had
taken her by surprise, and she had
confessed she loved him, but for long
hours afterward she had been busy
thinking; prudence and common sense
told her the difference between them
in rank, position, and station in life
was too great, and that she had better
fly in time from the dazzling dream.
All day the lovely young face had
worn a grave, serious expression,
and the dark eyes had been Swallowed
with care. How could she, Violante
Temple, the daughter of a country
lawyer, whose only boast was a good
and honored life-how could she take
the place of Lady Selwyn, of Selwyn
Castle? She had never even seen the
exterior of a castle, much less would
she know how to rule the interior.
Was she fitted, she asked herself, to
take her place with high-born, stately
danes who had always lived in the
grand world? When he whom she
loved so dearly saw how unframed,
how ignorant she was, would he not
repent and wish he had never known
her? She could bear anything but
that. She could bear the pain of
parting with him now, before her love
grew deeper and stronger; she could
bear a lifelong isolation from all hap.
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