Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1903-06-16

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CHATTER III-fContinued,

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"You are quite sure" / said, somewhat
startled, that you are not misguided by
prejudice? What l mean Is, that your
impressions are not favorable to Mile.
Rosalie?'
'They are not, sir. If she has a sweet
heart, what reason can there be for so
much secrecy? When / have approach
ed them-and / beg you to believe that
have always come across them by ac-
cident-they have stopped talking and
have shrunk away from observation, the
man especially. Once l am certain they
We're quarreling. They seemed to be
threatening each other. That is all l
have to tell, SIR"
Have you met the man at other
times, when he was alone"
Il cans say, sir. l never saw his
face; he seemed to take great pains to
hide il from me-"
Zone more question, Fleetwood. Ivy
bush Lane is a lonely spot which one
would not traverse for pleasure on dark
some nights. What took you thereT'
1T is near the graveyard, sir, where
my wife is buried"
His voice trembIed with emotion.
pressed his hand.
Let US keep this to ourselves" said,
presently 1T will be the wiser course.
When my daughter is married Mile. Ro-
sale will leave our service"
At this moment, as Fleetwood was
about to leave me. Eunice danced up to
us. 1t was a pleasure to look upon her
bright face, beaming as it was with hap
piness. Loves summer was hers; her
life was filed with heavenly JOY. In her
hand she held -yyO posies
Mile. Rosllie arranged them," she
said. "She has the most exquisite taste.
One for you, papa; and ore for you, Mr..
Fleetwood"
Neither she nor my wife ever ad-
dressed him as an ordinary servant. He
accepted the posy reluctantly. gift
from the hands of EunIce would have
delighted him; but this from Mile. Ro-
sale, / saw, was repugnant to him
"She has been speaking in such praise
of you, Mr.. Fleetwood" continued Eu-
nice. You have quite won her heart.
You ought to be proud; she is so sweet
and good. Papa" she said, as we walked
a little aside from Fleetwood, you have
a perfume about you; have you been
scenting yourselfT
mo, my darling" l said, laughing at
the question. But now you mention it,
j have had the fancy myself that there
was something more fragrant than usual
about me this morning"
1 smiled up, and Eunice followed my
example merrily.
Il know what it is, papa" she said,
suddenly; lit is wood violet. That is Mile.
Rosalie's favorite perfume"
Indeed, Eunice," L said; 81 was not
aware of it. Somebody has been sprink-
ling it upon me, l suppose. There, run
sway. Fleetwood, I want you to go into
the town for me and get me some books;
j made out the list last night"
Fleetwood, at my summons, came to
my side, and l put my hand in the
breast pocket of my coat for the list
had written. l drew it out, with some
thing sofia lady's handkerchief, from
which noated the faint perfume of wood
violet. AS l held the handkerchief, in
some establishment, in my hand, wonder
ing how 1t could have got into my pocket,
my eyes lighted upon a name embroider-
ed in a corner of the delicate trife-the
name of Rosalie. Involuntary the hand
kerchief fell from my hand, aud flut-
tered to the ground, and before l had
time to stoop and pick it up Mile. Ro-
sale darted forward, and. seizing it,
thrust it hastily into her pocket.
"ThaEk you" she said, softly; "thank
you so muchr
She tripped away, and Fleetwood, TAX
ing the list which l mechanically held out
to him, walked thoughtfully from the
garden, his head bent upon his breast.
1t was this incident of Mile. Rosalie's
handkerchief which caused me so much
discontinue. had no remembrance
whatever of placing it there.