Vernon County censor. [volume] (Viroqua, Wis.) 1865-1955, 1905-04-19
Continued.

Carrie ldu5HS anu lueH uSE lace
grows suddenly serious.
Not even poor sgd. He used to
say you should be his Only sweet
heart" and she signs.
Yes, remember. Poor Syd!"
How happy he would be-only a
little jealous" says Carrie. Poor
sgd! You won't be long, dear!" anu
she is gone.
NO" says May, but notwithstand-
ing her promise she sits motionless
for a minute or two. Poor sgd I'm
consciously, Carrie has already dealt
the first little damper to her JOY
Poor Sgd, There is still his story ["
be told Sir Heron Letchford has yel
TO learn the existence ca the vagaDond
brother-in addition to the vulgar
father. If she had only told him last
night, 1t seemed easy enough to DO
then-but this morning, In the clear
light of day, how difficult the task APP
pears.
Slowly and thOughtfully she dresses
Miss Rose Vavasour, the beauty,
would smile at the simplicity OF the
morning toilet, in which the cold
bath and the elaborate additions take
I'D by far the greater portion of the
time-then runs down the stairs, her
1.-THE, graceful figure in its tasteful
pompadour, and enters the breakfast
room.
Mr.. Dalton, at the head OF the table,
arises-actually arises to meet her ana
kisses her with positive respect,
mingled with affection.
How are you, my dear May?' he
asks anxiously, as if it were her first
appearance after long and serious
illness. quite the thing, Ell? nope
Carrie didn't disturb you; had tho
'ouse kept quiet on purpose that you
should get a little quiet sleep. Ahem!
Carrie, shut the door, your sister IS
in a draught.
Nav looks at Carrie with smile
and sits down in silence.
AS he has begun, so Mr.. Dalton
continues evidently the fatted cali
is to be killed for this prodigal
daughter, who has returned from the
wilderness of willfulness to the home
Janus Oh SOCldI SApchAShSS' ASSNSA NO. ,
or rather before Sir Heron bestowed
his attention upon her, Mr.. Dalton
would have allowed her to sit in
perfect hurricane of draughts; but now
now she is the future Lady Letch'
ford. mistress OF the Void. Already
he has written half dozen letters to
city friends mentioning, casually, the
new Connection which my daughter
is about to make with the Letchfords,
of Letchford Void.
mo more am? Try a poached egg
May, dear" he entreats. Il m afraid
your appetite isn't what it ought to be-
You must take care of yourself, my
dear. you must, indeed; or rather, we
must take care of her, Ell, Carrie?
and he chuckles significantly.
Il have never been accused of self
neglect as yet" says May, calmly
land as to my appetite" she stops
suddenly, for her quick eyes-quicken-
ed since last night by the touch OF
Loves finger-see a stalwart form
striding-how well she knows that
Letchford stride already around ny
the path that turns by the elms.
you must take some more eX-
ercise," says Mr. Dalton, whose eyes
are not quick, and who, moreover Is
sitting with his back to the window
that commands the path.
d-er-by-the-way my dear,
was thinking lass night that-er-you
might like to have little money to
get any little thing you fancied in the
shops, and I've written little check.
Take it, my dear, and If you want any
more
May takes the slip unasked with re-
luctant fingers-would he have given
her check unasked week ago?-
and glancing at it sta S with surprise,
1t is a check for two hundred pounds
But" she says, hesitatingly.
Mr.. Dalton waves his red hand.
"A near nothing, my dear May. A
mere nothing You mustn't think that
--ahem--some great friends of ours
have got all the money in the world.
Haha, No; there is still little left
for outsiders like ourselves. Put it in
your pocket, my dear, and-ahem-T'm
thinking of buying that pair of ponies
you admired the other day; they're
for sale, hear. Tut-tut" for May
with a crimson flush, is about to utter
a mild protest
'Tut-tut. What did say the other
day? You please me and I'll act like
liberal parent by you. No, hope /
know what is due to position, and
though you are my daughter, | can't
forget that you are to be the future
Lady"
Sir Heron Letcnfcrd!' announced
one of the giants.
"Eh? What? What?" demands Mr.
Dalton starting up, and letting fall a
choice shower of egg-shells, crumbs,
and other sundries from the napkin,
which at meal time, he wears as a
bib.
I'm the library. sir"
Mr.. Dalton rubs his hands. wipes
his mouth, and winks at May with a
smile of ineffable cunning.
Prompt, It's what l expected of
him! Prompt, and up to the mark,
he whispered, with satisfaction. "Ah,
we'll! and he'll find we'll meet him
just as handsome as he deserves, %
and with an emphatic nod ne trots out
of the room.
Papa" cries May, springing to hel
feet in wild dismay: but Mr.. Dalton
Is out Of hearing