Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1905-02-06

Vane and Rose Vavasour. he %
down to breakfast in his SHOOTING r.
and CATERS, his gun in hand. and \
dogs barking and yelping outside
door.
Lady Letehford had arranged a yis
to Lady Bromwich, at the Grange
visit involving a luncheon and perba
an impromptu dinner-and mad count
upon Sir Heron's presence. she Iool
ed up as he entered, gun in one han
game bag and cartridges in the othe
and uttered a faint remonstrance
Have you forgotten that we are q
ing to the Grange, Heron"
quite" he said. "Are you? Wei
90. and Heaven speed you. an
going to try the spinney. Miss Vava
sour, you don't shoot, or you wouIl
sympathize with the modification witt
which man tramps over his preserve
to find that all his birds have gon
to Leadenhall Market"
That was ALL not word of apoIogJ
for spelling their morning! Without
another wrd, he drank his coffee and
ate his plover's egg. All the lowell
ness of Rose Vavasour opposite him
was lost upon him; and then, with
lihgt word of farewell he took up his
gun and strobe out.
Well might his mother say he had
no heart! For almost the first time
in her life, her face wore an expires.
sion of apology as she turned to tle
beautiful girl at her side.
"You do not need me to tell you that X
I am one of those mothers who have Z
spoiled their sons" she said.
Rose Vavasour looked up with a
smile perfectly free from the faintest
suggestion of annoyance or disappoint.
ment.
"Do you think Sir Heron has been
spoiled because he prefers a walk
through the woods on such a morning
as this to accompany us? can't agree
with you, Lady Letchford. If were a
man, l should do-just as he has
done; take my gun and walk out with
out a word. Why should he do that
which is disagreeable to him." and
she xed her calm eyes on the old lady's
shrewd gray ones.
ooh, if you defend him, the prosecu-
ton fails" was the courtly response,
but perhaps you would prefer a walk
to a dull drive with an old woman and
a brother"
az should, if Sir Heron had asked
me to go with him." replied the
beauty, with proud candor; "but, as ne
has not, will go with you"
Lady Letchford looked gratiied, and
her cold eyes softened.
"My DEAR" she said, that was well
said. Most girls would have felt as
you do, and died rather than admit it.
If you are not careful, l shall have to
love you, Rose"
at shall not be my fault if you do
not" was the simple retort.
upon my word" said Vane, with
his musical laugh, "you two ladies are
mighty candid Are we living in the
Palace of Truth? If so, permit me to
make my escape; l cannot pass the
ORDEAL"
With his dogs at his heels and his
gun under his arm, Sir Heron STROBE
through the woods, now all ablaze in
russell and orange, and odorous with
the fallen pine-cones; but, notwith'
standing that the dogs started many
pheasant, and sent the hares scudding
across the open glades, the gun still
remained with its muzzle pointed to
the ground, and, the game few by dis
regarded.
Upon Sir Heron's handsome face
sat an absent air of profound i'm
movable reverie. With his hands
thrust into the deep pockets of his
shooting-coat, and his eyes fixed on the
ground, he strobe along, putting at his
pipe too full of the quiet beauty of the
autumn morning to break the charm
by the noise of slaughter. Needless
of the direction in which he might De
strolling he wandered along the wind
ing paths, and unconsciously passed
out Of the woods into the high road
and would have wandered on into the
village of Crawford, which lay IN
hollow before him when, with
chorus of yelps, the dogs, big and
small, dashed from behind him and
tore down tne road in pursuit of kit
ten which had, unluckily, chosen the
road for promenade.
Sir Heron aroused by the uproar,
shouted recall but to no PURPOSE
Dogs consider cats fair game at all
times, and, having been defrauded Of
their mornings amusement by their
masters torpidity, they had evidently
determined not to let this legitimate
quarry escape.
To be continued.