Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1905-07-13
CHAPTER XVII.

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stand and look into each others eyes
White as death Is Mays face, white
oven to the lips on his rests an ex.
pre- Ssiun which one might wear who
had suddenly been confronted by the
ghost Of one beloved and buried.
Beside taCm, held by the birdie so
loosely that he could free himself with
n jgrk, stands the horse smiling at
the motoness figure OF the girl.
Beyond them rise the solemn hills,
half hidden BY the veil Of night.
The minute, that seems a year,
passes, and with an effort he finds his
voice, hoarse. broken voice that
sounds harsh and forbil,ling.
May" ne says, 'ig 1t you--here?"
"Yes, IT Is |, Sir Heron" she says,
the words coming family from her sad
pale llls "YCa. 1t Is l."
But but" he says, looking
around slowly, rs il he still dis.
credited the evidence of his senses,
but here,-why arc you here?"
She does not answer, but her eyes
droop beneath his. which look out
from his haggard face with fierce,
troubled questioning.
"Hoavenl 1t is like VISION" he
says, more to himself thnn to her,
though his eyes are riveted to her
face. Like vision, II would as
soon have expected to meet the dead
rs to see YOU here"
StIll silence on her part, silence and
an Immortality that indeed almost
persuados him that she Is visionary.
with gesture of almost savage
impationco, he takes off his hat and
wipes his brow, on which great drops
of sweat have started.
win YOU not speak to me-" he says
not one wordY'
She raises her eyes-sad, accusing
eyes that so straight to his heart like
the stab of knife.
'What-haye ] to say, Sir Heron?
che says, in a low voice. There Il
nothing to be said"
Nothing be said" he echoes
like a man howilJered. nothing to be
said, II rings In his ear like knell
| No, there is nothing to be said, he
feels IT,
Rut he cannot so, his feet seemed
glued TO the spot, his eyes chained tC
The beautiful face that stands with
such pallid trouble between him and
the distant hills, Nothing to be said
between those two, who, only a few
months ugo. stood as ono before the
world; nothing To be said, while now
aNcn now-the touch OF her lips
comes mack to his, the soft, passionate
tones OF her sweet voice ring In his
tones OF her sweet voice ring In hi.
cars.
His eyes drop from her face to hel
| dress.
Yet ou-arc in hlack?" he says
with n questioning tone,
she mclnes her head.
Yes; my father Is dead"
Your father" he echoes, and his
hand goes to his mouth with an un
lcertain, impatient gesture. "Your
father did not know. Why did
mot know"
Sc raises her eyes.
Why should you know" sne says
What does It matter?" and her words
stab him moro deeply than her eyes.
He groaus and looks aside, then III.
/ SAFE comes back 20 her.
And you are herc-why are 30,
Ihere?-arc you alone Carrie, you
iSter----"
My sister Is with me, she says.
You are on n visit?" he asks.
She docs not answer hut looks ava,
into The darkening horizon
More thar NJ else HIS pity ~ ii III
harder to hear, She could rot tel
fhaa--him who was once Ter love-, nov
the atllanced of Rose Vavasour-tha
she is roor ana dependent, the mistress
Of 4 VILLAGE school.
! did not dream it, he said. .