Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1903-03-23

You seem to live quite out of the
world here" he said, when she ex
pressed her surprise.
And then she told him of her busy
life, and how, do what she would
she could not make the days long
enough.
He sat by the UNCOVERED wal
more man 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.
Hettie was a 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 did
not even know his name; but he had
called to see her father, and it would
| have been rude TO let him sit alone
and not speak to him. Presently she
forgot all about her imprudence and
only remembered how pleasant the
interview had been-the murmur of
the deep voice had been 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 IS 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 a
pleasant hour ever come again ?
Would she see him and speak to him
again? If not, she thought to herself,
this was certainly the happiest hour
she had had in her life. How we'll he
seemed TO comprehend her! ne
understood, too about her father, and
her contempt for a 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 smilingly
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 a
faint sense of pleasure. The western
wind and the autumn flowers were
all part of her dream. IL she had
never seen him again, that dream
would have remained with her a
happy memory, little oasis of bright
coloring amid the gray monotony of
her dull everyday life, a picture TO
look back upon.
The music of the sea was sweeter
that night than ever; and Hettie fell
asleep VITA a smile on her lips, and
dreamed of a dark face, with dark
! eyes that said to her what no other
eyes had ever said.
CHAPTER XXI.
Sir Basil called several times at
Rosewalk, and Martin Ray, who had
all .s lie hated every one who
could lie called aristocratic, took a
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
nettles are growing over my grave"
why do you suppose that your
grave will be covered with singing
nettles?" asked Sir Basil.
Martin laughed a bitter little
cynical laugh.
Il 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 quivered with
pain. The blue eyes had a strained,
haunted expression.
1neg were dlI lnIe0 SldHuluS NiIilH
the pretty porch when this converse
| ton took place. Hettie forgot every
thing, except that her heart was
wounded. She went up TO her father
with a 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
/ renowned him, and something of
repressed impotence came into his
manner. The child who had re-
nounced him and his doctrines, his
/ life, and the mission he had given
her, was still a thousand times
deaTer to Martin Ray than the child
who had served him with tender
| faithful, devoted love.