Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1905-03-23

! AOu-Set-get my Iuf CLOAK !! stay,
we will go upstairs. Sir Heron, you
will be kind enough to tell Lady Letch.
ford that I should like to go home"
He takes a step toward her, but with
a quick gesture she repels him, and
putting her hand on Carries arm, muir
mura:
Come, Carrie, quick" and they
pass out.
Sir Heron stands for moment, con-
fused, irresolute, strangely unlike him
self. Then he PAGES up and down the
room struggling to still the wild beat
ing of his heart, and to regain com.
posure; more than that, to realize
what he has done. With restless hand
he pulls at his mustache, and stares
under frowning brows at the thrice-ac-
cursed breastplate; then his brow
clears, and a sudden light of joy flashes
| into his eyes. There has been some
mistake, and he is free to love her!
But She! He stops, with his hand
on the door. He has held her in his
arms has kissed-a warm glow suffuses
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kisses, unfairly snatched as she lay
in his arms-he has kissed her. but
she--well, if she has not actually re-
! fused him, she has certainly not ac-
cepted him And now she will go,
and he Will be left in suspense!
With start he pulls himself to-
gether," as Vane would call it, and
crosses the hall; but as he does So he
hears light steps on the stairs and
turns back as May and Carrie descend
May looks down, and her face, very
pale a moment before, goes slowly red
and her eloquent eyes hide behind
their long lashes. To him her face
seems to have suddenly mystically
changed: it Is as If one of the fairies
of old had waved magic wand over
it and thrown a spell, which gives to
| its beauty a subtle charm.
Utterly regardless of Carrie, forget
| ting that little pitchers have long ears,
he takes Mays uninjured arm within
his own, and bending down, says:
Have you done anything to it-are
YOU in pain?"
mo. No, it does not pain me much.
have bound it up with a wet handker-
chief"
Let me see," and as she reluct-
antly extends her white arm, he touch.
es it, tenderly, reverently. Il shall
never forgive myself. You must let
my mother bind it up properly before
you 60"
mo. Please don't say word about
it in the drawngroom. Promise me
that you will mott"
Very well, he says. Then, as she
draws her hand away hurriedly, he
murmurs: May | say no more to-
night-not even ask if you have for
given or will forgive me?"
mo, do not--I-I do not under
stand"
And yet it is so easy" he whispers,
in low, melting tone.
But something in her face prevents
him saying more, and the next moment
they enter the drawing room.
To tell of the anxiety and curiosity
with which the three occupants of that
room have been awaiting the absent
ees' temperance would require pages.
At sight of the girls, cloaked and
hooded-at sight of Mays pale face
and notwithstanding eyes-Lady
Letchford almost starts from her chair.
AS ii is. she rises with something
very different from her usual statell-
ness, and comes toward them with icy
surprise.
"Are you unwell, Miss Dalton?" she
begins, but Heron cuts her short. and
in voice that plainly proclaims his in
tention to cut her very short indeed:
eyes, Miss Dalton has bad head
ache, and would like to go, if Mr.. Dial.
tom"
"Eh, what?" says Dalton. but
the carriage-I-er-' consulting his
watch, ordered it for half-past ten"
I'VE can walk. would rather
walk; it would do me good" she adds,
with forced smile.
Are you surc?" says Sir Heron,
bending over her with an expression
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and causes Rose Vayasour's white
hand to clasp her fan.
quite" says May.
Good" says Sir Heron. 81 will
accompany you, if you will allow me,
just to keep the wolves at bay-eh,
Miss Carrier"
I'll join the escort just to guard
against the insidious attacks of the
odious lions and tigers in the woods"
says Vane, coming down the room; but
Sir Heron lifts his head and looks at
him queerly.
mo occasion Vane," he says, and
Nane Vavasour. being far too wise to
oppose his powerful kinsman, smiles
with cheerful assent While Mr..
Dalton gets into his overcoat-a pro.
ceeding that requires time-Lady
Letchford produces a smelling-bottle
and Rose Navasour stands by, murmur.
ing soft expressions of sympathy. At
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