Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1905-05-15

4 ut is true he repeats; 81 had nc
obiect-nothing to make life sweet
/ Now and he draws a long breath
| The intensity of his passion almost
| frightens her; her color comes .ano
goes.
ooh, why-whg," she pants, -''do you
j love me SOP"
"Why?" he says, and he smiles
! down at her That's a question that
requires some abstruse calculation. l
| love you because you are-yourself;
love you because you are my second
! self, that one soul for which mine has
| been searching-isn't that what the
| poets say? / use to laugh at the
poets, there is something in them
after all May, you will never love me
as l love you!" he says, almost abrupt
ly.
She looks up at him, with something
half sad in her wistful smile.
| If he could but kn0w!
at could not be-" he says, half
musingly. Il loving you, love not
only yourself, but the purity which
you personify-that's philosophy! L
love you because all your life lies be-
fore me like an open book-plainly
writ, plain to read. May, though you
have told me SO little of your past,
feel that there are no concealments.'
"Concealment!' she echoes, almost
inaudibly, an her eyes sink
He laughs softly.
Il don't mean all the sins of your
schoolgirl life-I pass those by; but 1
mean that though II have much to
hide and bury, you have nothing-it
| is like an open book. Darling, I could
not bear that you should have any
secret from me! I would be the death
blow, not to my love-as there is
Heaven above us, do no think that
could debut to my happiness.
May, as you love me, let the book be
open still, and the page plainly writ.
Steady, Dutchman!"
With a little sudden culver, she
tries to draw her hand away, but the
strong fingers hold it in a firm grasp.
Heron" she says in a whisper, half
hesitating, half fearful, Il want to
tell you something
He starts, more at her tone than her
words, and his eyes devour her face
angiously.
So anxiously that her heart sinks
Not now-not now while he is happy.
Why should she spoil this. the one
happy day of her life, with his hand
caressing her, say: 'The miserable
wretch whom you, short time ago
saw flying for his life, is my brother,
AMI if you marry me will be your kins-
man" How can she say this and
chance feeling his hand unclasp and
throw hers aside? Not now! Some
other time
Oh. fatal cowardice! how often hast
thou brought ruin in thy train. Not
now, a more convenient season." is !
an epitaph that might be written
above the tomb OF many a hope that
fourished like a flower, till conceal !
ment, that fatal canker-worm. blasted |
its fair life, and laid it low.
May hesitates, and womanlike, her
opportunity is lost.
ITO tell me something's" he says
with a searching smile "WelI?"
NO" she says, drawing a long
breath. and looking aside. mo; let
it rest, Heron, you know I-I-loye
your"
For answer he puts his arm around
her, and draws her to him.
Forgetful of the high road, and re-
o.J1 of Ky CHI
closer, until her head nearly lies
against his breast.
glove you," she breathes, her
eyes fixd on his with rapt intensity
that is full of passionate prayer.
Heron, if-if-at any time you are
led to doubt-if-oh, l can't explain!
But you will remember whatever hap
pens to cause you to think i'll of me, !
loved YOU"
He bends his head until his lips
touch, for an instant, her warm, half |
parted ones.
1t is answer enough. With a shake |
of his head the Dutchman turns into
the avenue of Gresham House; Carrie |
wakes up and looks around, and May, |
with half-gullty flush, draws away
from the arm that reluctantly releases
her.
Papa will be waiting on the steps |
with his watch in his hand and his
heart in his mouth" says Carrie,
laughing mischievously. 'He has
horror of horses even when they are
snaillike ones, and harnessed to a
heavy landau. This morning he asked
May if she was going to be strapped
in, and when she told him that she
was not, he turned pale. At this pres
ent moment he is wondering which of
us has broken our neck, and hoping
that it isn't May"
Sir Heron laughs, and gives her
something like a shake as he lifts her
down, which he does as if she were
child.
81 pity your husband, whoever he
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