Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1905-03-06

"Can you keep them apart? Rose
asks. eff you are right in conclud
ing that Sir Heron is really-attracted
by Miss Dalton, do you think that he
will not avail himself Of their prox
unity, and-you see, | am sure, dear
Lady Letchford-
The baroness groans, and a shivel
runs through her, and sets the dia
monds in her cap sparkling and flash
ing.
sThis is dreadful" she says. "And
Heron-if it were anybody else but
Heron! He has been 500 hard and
unyielding. And did hope when you
came-that is
Dear Lady Letchford," murmurs the
soft voice, edo not let this trouble you
too much. It is very unfortunate, but
it has not gone so very far. Remem
Der. he has only seen the girl once"
"But will soon make that twice and
thrice!" interrupts the baroness, with
emotion. 'sAnd you advise me tC
CALL"
eyes, the guest responds. "and
more than that, I advise you to make
it a pleasant call-if I were in your
place, I would ask the man, the father
and the daughter to dinner"
'To dinner!"
.To dinner repeats Rose Vavasour.
eff Sir Heron is so smitten with the
girl, it is only kind to give him an op-
portunity of making the acquaintance
of the father"
Ell think I see what you mean. my
dear! You think that-that Heron will
be so disguised with the man that =
'He will think twice before he
makes him his father-in-law," says the
soft voice.
!. Lady Letchford arose, and putting a
thin white hand on the soft shoulder,
kissed her guest.
Ell think you are right" she says.
cit is a good idea. It is very kind OF
you, Rose, to take such interest. It is
terrible to think of. Fancy a Letch-
ford getting entangled- entangled
even-with a sugar boilers daughter!
II would almost rather see my boy in
his coffin than disgrace himself by
such a MARRIAGE
Swiftly, suddenly Rose Vavasour
looks up; her face is pale, almost to
the lips, and there is passionate,
angry light in her cold eyes.
"And r." she exclaims. Then, as if
ashamed by the confession, she arises
and stands in all the perfection of her
beauty, and smiles. But think we
shall be match for soap boilers
daughter, dear Lady Letchford!"
Lady Letchford looks al her and
mods her bejeweled head more hope
fully
"My DEAR" she says, almost piteous-
ly, 81 rely on you
And Rose smiles with serene conf
dence.
Four, five strikes by the stable
clock, and Sir Heron is. still in the
smoking room, brandy and soda be-
fore him, a cigar between his lips;
watching, with half-closed eyes, the
vision of fresh, girlish face with soft,
brown eyes that seem to pierce
through the clouds Of smoke, and
beam on him, at one moment with
serious attention, the next with light
est mockery, and again with rapt at
tention.
At last he arises, and thrusting his
hands into the pockets of the loose
shooting jacket, for which he has ex-
changed his other coat, he PAGES up
and down the room, his usually grave
face relaxed into a half-wistful smile,
his white hands restlessly stroking
his mustache.
Then he stops, and with the peculiar
expression which stands with men as
blush, he puts his hand inside his
waistcoat, and pulls out flower; looks
at it as if he had never seen flower
before, and obeying sudden impulse,
puts 1.-THE under part of the petals
just where they have touched the
soft, silken hair-to his lips.
Then with sudden, impatient
frown-possibly at his weakness
turns to the fire, and raises the flower,
but pauses irresolutely, and ultimately
he places it inside his waistcoat, and
goes to bed, much to the relief Of his
valet, who has been yawning in the
dressing room for the last five hours.