Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1905-10-30

great parsonage.
She sends the note over by Mrs.
Merrick's small servant, and in FIVE
minutes that diminutive maid comes
back opened-eyed and spell-mouthed
with awe and Importance.
IF you please, Miss, gave the
note to the gentleman what wheels
the other gentleman's chair, and he
says the duke has gone to North
clitfe, but viii give him the note
when he comes back.
I'VE need not have worried about
the drive to st. Martin, papa. The
duke has forgotten all about It
But the artist is painting away
vigorously, and apparently does not
hear her. and, with feeling Of dlsap-
pointment which it is useless to
struggle against. she gets out some
work and seats herself at ne open
window.
She has proved more reliable than
the usual run of weather phophets,
and the day is all she prognosticated
The street is bathed in sunlight, the
sea is sparkling as if it has been
sprinkled with amethysts; there is a
soft breeze laden with the perfume
of the early summer flowers in the
cottage gardens; a thrush perched on
a tree c,ose by is singing with all it's
might and main. 1t would have been
very pleasant-that proposed drive
to the old castle.
The morning PAGES slowly onward.
The artist, too absorbed by his work
to notice the sunlight, or the sea- or
the birds, is still painting, when,
with the striking of the midday hour,
there mingles the clatter, CATER of
horses hoofs on the stony street,
and Leslie looking up with start
for she has been thinking of all she
has lost-sees a wagonette and
pair of stylish bays drawn up at the
door
On the box is Yorke, no longer in
the fisherman's jersey, but clad in
Harris tweed, his handsome face
bright and cheerful, his whole "get
up" and manner suggesting pleasure
and a holiday.
After quieting the spirited horses
with a word and touch Of the whip,
he looks down from his high perch,
and, seeing her startled eyes looking
at him, raises his hat and smiles
care you ready?" he inquiries, just
as he inquired last night. Leslie
shakes her head and tries to smile,
but the effort is a failure; and put
ting down her work, she comes to
open the door
ooh, I'm so sorry" she says. Did
you not get my note?"
What note?" he asks. ('Stand
still, will you?'D mo, l haven't seen
any note; what was it about?"
eve cannot come" she says, with
a look at the horses which is more
wistful even than she knows.
mot come? Oh! say has any
thing happened? Why not? It's the
loveliest day"
Eyes isn't it," she assents, shad
ing her eyes and looking around.
"But my father is not well; he has
a headache, and"
"Why, that's all the more reason
he should co." he responds promptly.
"The drive would set him straight.
Oh, you know-"he says remonstra-
lively. 'Look here, I'll go and speak
to him!"
"And while you do the horses will
run away straight out to sea-" she
says, with smile.
mo, they won't; if you don't mind
just standing by this one, the near
one. If ne moves. growl at him like
this, Stand still. He'll stop direct
ly."
"WeH, I'll try it," she says, laugh
ing in spite of herself; and he goes
straight into, the room.
Lisle looks up at him with impa-
tient surprise and half dazed; it is
as if the young fellow has brought
the brilliant sunshine in with him.
"Mr. Lisle, you don't mean to say
you aren't coming?" says Yorke.
Coming? Where?" He had for
gotten al about the invitation.
"Why, to ST. some one or other,
says Yorke. "It never entered my
head that you'd refuse. Why should
you? If you don't care about it your
self you ought to go for Miss Lisle's
sake. She wants a change, an out
ing; anyone can see that. Perhaps
YOU haven't noticed how pale she
looks this morning" Oh, YorKe!
Leslie is all right" says Lisle, ir-
ritably. "She's always strong and
we'll I'm sorry we cannot accom-
pany you, butt beg your pardon,
you are standing in my light. Thank
YOU"
Yorke looks from the pale, lined
face of the dreamer to the impossible
picture on the easel and bites his
lips He is sorely tempted to eaten
i al ovo1 him