Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1905-07-20


and never gees to sleep"
And though they laugh increduIous
j., something Of the fabulous story
clings ana hclds.
Letc.ncrd Wold," says Vane, with
Sudden yawn that hides vague EN-.
0awassneut. ooh, he has taken dis.
like to the place; got tired Of 1t, |
suppose best les, Lady Letchford is
to live there. II you want him to go
with yau, III better go ami fnd him,
hadn't T." lie adds.
20" sars the luke. Bring him
fcre ard ven nave a bit Of lunch be.
fore we STAR"
Vane nols, and saunters ont
Paris opens the doors To- him, ami
that candid look Of appointment
which sits uBon the face Of one who
expects another than yourself.
well, Parks, Sir Heron up YETI"
up, Mr.. Vane! He amt back,
sir" says Parks.
mot back, eh2 ?" says Vane, entering
AMI throwing himself into the easiest
chair
mo, sir says poor Parks. Il eX-
pected him back last night. and sent
the brougham to meet the three last
trains; AMI sat up all night, thinking
that he might have gone down to the
RookerY and would drop In for bath
Rut he hasn't come. The breakfast
has been waiting since ten. and there
are no end of people coming this morn.
Ing by appointment, men about the fur
niture and Miss Vavasour's ponies,
ana the courier. Haven't you seen
him, sir?"
mo says Vane.
Parks stands and looks at the table,
gloomily.
II thought he'd be done with all this,
Mr. Vinc," he says, not complajningly,
but respectfully. "Sir Heron has
seemed so much better In health and
spirits lately"
Don't alarm yourself, Parks" says
Vane. che has lost the train. or stop
ped another night. You fret like an
old woman, my good fellow"
you don't know Sir Heron as we'll
IS ! do, begging your pardon, sir;
am always anxious now. | see him
sir, when he doesn't
know I'm in the room. and don't
like the looks of him. There's some
thing on his mind. MIR. Vane"
$50 there Is on most OF our minds,
my good Parks" says Vane. what
weighs most on my mind is the fact
that there Is nothing in my pocket
We've all got some skeleton in cup
board; by the way, have you got
small bottle Of pommery In that cup.
board? this kind OF conversation is
cXhaHsting."
Parks, who thoroughly understands
MI Vane Vavasour opens a bottle of
an Vane sips it languidly.
Tell you what it is, Parks" he says,
"this wedding will be the death of me.
When II Is over | shall retire to
lunatlc asylum to recover my balance
of mind, Sane people like Heron and
Miss Vayasour are too much for me-"
flush, sir! There is Sir Heron"
and Parks, whose cars have been more 7
intent on the stairs than on Vane,
opens tho door.
1t Is Heron. Heron. enveloped in
an ulster, splashes of mud upon his
riding CATERS; his face white and bag
gard. his eyes wild and wearied.
He comes in, and pauses suddenly /
1t sight Of Vanc, then crosses the y
room and stands before tie fire.
"Halloa" says Vane, Hero YOU
are al last. Where have you been?
Is anything the matter?" he adds
staring VI at the haggard face.
Matter?" is the retort. What
should be the matter Parks. brings
me something t" drink"
Parks opens another bottle OF pom
merry, and pourS out a glass, then,
with an anxious stare at his masters
face, noiselessly and reluctantly leaves
he room,
Heron takes up the glass, and Nane
notices that the hand trembles so that
the wine shakes over the brim.
Can he have been drinking" he |
links.
Heron drains the glass and sets 1t
Town, then takes off his ulster and
lrops into a chair, locking around the
room with vacant stare.
Vano watches him for minute in
silence. Intimate as he is with his
elect there are times in
which II t. hest to leave him 10 him
self. and this is one Of them.
Al last Heron seems to remember
him.
Have you been waiting long," he
says.
NO" says Nane, mot long. have |
Just left Gremor; he wants Us to go |,
down 10 Richmond on his coach
Rosr---~."
Heron starts to his feet anu PAGES |
up and down the room. then he stops
and locks down at him.
Il cannot SO; 10 not wait for me,
am tired"