Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1905-11-20
Continued.

is neither witty nor wise; it is just
the pleasant, aimless chatter of two
young people who are almost
strangers; and yet so absorbed and in
terested are they that they do not
that time flies. that the sun is SINKING
in the west, and that the shadows are
stealing over hill and vale.
Leslie is perfectly at her ease; she
has almost forgotten-quite forgotten
for the tine. indeed-that the young
man sitting beside her with his arms
folded behind his head and talking Oh
his fishing and shooting, and or
strange beasts and birds and fishes
he has seen, killed, or captured, is a
duke; and he, Yorke, always ready to
be happy, to meet the sweet goddess
Happiness halfway, is filed with a
strange feeling Of peace-that is not
yet peace-which at times startles
him.
In all his life he has not met a girl
like this-so simple yet so sWeetly
wise, so good" and yet so bright ana
winsome. He is beginning to know
some of the multitudinous expressions
of the beautiful face. He lays traps
for the slow, heart-winning smile; he
sets snares for drawing the clear,
darby gray eyes toward his that ne
may look into their depths. Her
voice makes sweet melody in his ears,
and stirs his heart with vague thrill
which will trouble him presently
trouble him very much. 1t seems 10
him one moment that he has known
her for. years, the next, that she has
just alighted from the clouds, OF,
rather, from the depths of the blue
sea aid that he shall never know her
or get any nearer to her.
And under the influence of these
sensations, which, summed up in a
whole, are as potent spell, he forgets
the dark girl whom he has persuaded
VInson to take away out of sight, for
gets the compact he has made with
the duke, forgets that he is sailing
under false colors and is deceiving
the girl beside him-forgets, in short,
everything, save that she is near him,
and that he has the delight Of looking
at and talking to, and, atheist of all
of listening to her.
He would be content to sit there
so that she were by his side-till the
end of the world but a shadow falling
across the entrance to the hut rouses
Leslie to a sense of the flight of the
Common Enemy.
Why it must be late!"
rs it?" he says. Must we really
so? 1t is very jolly here. 1t is as
jolly as it was last night on the
water!"
But he gets up and follows her, ana
they make their way back.
AS they emerge on the hut side
they find that the wind has dropped,
and is signing across the downs rather
plaintively, and Yorke, looking UP,
sees a cloud which, though it is not
much bigger than mans hand, is full
of warning.
did you happen to bring an UNI
brella with your"
mo; not even a sun7shade. Why?"
Nothing" he says, mentally calling
himself opprobrious names for not
providing the Englishman's travelling
companion.
do you think it is going to rain?"
she asks ooh, no; it isn't possible!"
Everything is possible in this
charming climate of ours. Well, M.
Lisle, how are you getting on?"
ct is difficult" he says-"'very! It
needs time-time!"
WED better come another day."
says Yorke. ooh, you have got on
famously!" and he keeps his coul
tenance capitally as he looks at the
sketch. 'I'll carry your EASEL" AMI
he picks it up and puts it over his
shoulder.
They find the duke waiting for them
at the bottom of the tower, and seeing
the three all together, he does not
suspect that the two young people
have been spending the whole after.
noon tete-a-tete.
L was JUST SO1uS VII WlCuOuC yOu,
he says, ADDRESSING all three, but look
ing at Leslie's face, which wears a
rapt and dreamy expression.
cts we'll you didn't" retorts Yorke.
"You and Grey would never have
reached home alive. Miss Lisle and
are the only persons who can manage
those nags. But come on! and he
glances skyward. That cloud had
grown considerably since they left
the hermit's hut, and he leads the
way to the inn.
Now, ma'am," he says to the land
lady, in his frank and genial way, "got
the kettle boiling? Right! Let is
have some tea while the horses are
being put to-"
Then he goes round to the stable,
inspects the horses, and is back in
time to hand Leslie cup of the
beverage which, be the hour what it
may, is always welcomed by fair