Vernon County censor. [volume] (Viroqua, Wis.) 1865-1955, 1905-03-15

my 'abit to do so If you mean doing
a thing. do it We'll l say" Nays ears
burn. Don't spoil the ship for an
extra bucket of tar, is my motter. aud
always has been. And"
At this iuncture, and to Mays I'M
speakable relief, the door opens,
and Van Vavasour comes incomes
in looking like an Apollo Belyidere,
his his graceful figure clad in evening
dress, which bears Poole's unmistak-
able cut; his short, golden hair cluster
+ inc. on mis- white, even forehead. his
mustache shining like FURNISHED gold
with the recent cold water, his blue
eyes twinllling with the anticipation of
( the fun that Is to be got out of pere
Dalton: but as he comes up TO the
group the twinkle dies out. and the
eyes, as they rest on Mays face, glow
with appreciative admiration.
Late-as usual" he says, laughing
alphabetically, as he shakes hands.
Pom my soul, ought to be fined
How would it be to deprive me of my
soup every time | was FIVE minutes
late. and the fish if it got to ten, and
so on? Halloa, where's Heron?''
AS if in answer, the door opens, a.d
/ a servant says, in low voice:
sir Heron has come in late, my
lady and begs you will not wait.
With a word Of excuse, Lady Letch-
ford lays the tips of her fingers on Mr.,
Dalton's arm. Vane takes May upon
his, then Rose Navasour and Carrie
bring up the rear. They cross the
hall pass through another curtained
doorway. and enter the dining-room.
portlev butler-who loC0ks like a
dukc-and two footmen in the dark
livery move noiselessly about, and the
soup is about to be carried TO Lady
Letchford's end Of the table, when a
white hand rhTusts the curtain aside
, and the stalwart figure of Sir Heron
strides into the room.
Just in time" he says. Mr. Dial
ton, how do you do? Pray accept my
excuses, Miss Dalton" and he comes
up to her chair and holds out his hand
His entrance has been so sudden
that May. whose face was turned 10
Vane's, is almost guilty of a start,
but as be turns she sees that Rose Va
vasours eyes are fixed on her, and
with an effort she keeps back the color
that threatened to rush to her face,
and silently gives him her hand.
And this is" says Sir Heron
turning to Carrie.
MY sister Carrie" says May.
Then he shakes hands with Carrie,
goes to his place. leans with both
hands on the table. after the manner
of an Englishman, says grace, and at
once proceeds to ladle out the soup
and all with grave self-composure.
II is not until he has handed the last
plate to the footman, and Mr. Dalton's
| spoon begins to clink, that Sir Heron
turns TO May, who is seated on the
/ left, and then oil he says is
Are we goh to have any snow
before Christmas" and this in the
most conventional of tones.
/ And as May answers in set phrase
and lo..ils at his composed FACET il
/ has any expression at all, it wears one
/ of hard. grim weariness-he almos
asks herself if she hasn't been the
| victim of delusive dream, and IL The
stalwart figure plunging into the cold
/ blue waters is not the creation of {
distempered fancy.
Not the acutest and most watchfu
( of observers could detect anything il
/ his voice or face which would lead
them to suspect that anything beyond
/ the most orc nary civilities of society
/ had passed between them. And yet
May wears the locket which he re
covered from the water, and his eyes
/ have seen and recognized it.
/ After his original remark respecting
! the weather, he devotes his attention
/ to his dinner and relapses into pro
/ found silence. Not so Vane Vane
! who never could resist a chance o
/ filtration: who would have made love
to the bearded woman if she happened
TO be the only female within his reach
/ he al least can appreciate the fresf
| beauty of this young girl by has side
and to use his own phrase, makes his
running from the start" He take:
tne menu and consults her taste.
"Turbot. filleted soles, oyster patties
Turbot? Yes, you are right Oyster
| patties are good-but they are toe
good; they are a banquet in them
selves They ought to be labeled
abandon all hope of enjoying anything
| else, all We who eat of me- They
are good to look at. like to see them
but they should be banquet for the
eyes alone. Now turbot-why do you
laugh? Do you despise the science OF
gastronomy he asks. with mock
solemnity.
NO" says May that would be toe
presumptuous. | don't understand it
| don't even know the A B c, and I'm
afraid I sin against the most elemen
tary rules. What does it matter what
we eat so that it is nice and whole
some?"
Vane pretends to look shocked, hurt
astounded.
This is dreadful" he says. pray
let me be your teacher"
1T will be of no use. You will tell
me | ought not to like sweet cham
payne. or. in fact, anything sweet. and
/ dote on butterscotch.'
Carrie and | eat pounds Of it in the
course of the year, says May. You
see, l am quite hopeless"
1t is nevr TOO late to mend" ne re-