Vernon County censor. [volume] (Viroqua, Wis.) 1865-1955, 1905-06-07
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baves like one, and is devoted to his
master, as indeed he should be, for Sir
Heron is good natured to 2 fault and
liberal beyond all ord nary rules.
There is thorough understanding be-
tween master and man, and Parks
knows that he has only to perform his
duties to insure a happy and lucrative
berth.
He comes in answer to the sum
mons, calm, attentive, self-possessed
and ready to obey any summons.
He sees the change which has been
wrought in his masters face and bear
ing, but he would die a thousand
deaths rather than own that he saw
it, and he pokes the fire ard turns up
the reading lamp just as usual.
1--WE go by the first train in the
morning, Parks" says Sir Heron.
Yes, Sir Heron"
1--WE will go to Mivart's. Pack a
portmanteau for week, and arrange
for the rest of the things to come on"
Yes, Sir Heron
"And-Parks, you will say nothing
aOout it downstairs"
81 would not in any case, Sir Heron.
You will have the brougham?"
Have what you like" is the indif-
ferent response. Go to bed and get
some rest"
Very good, Sir Heron" says
Parks, but ne knows that there can be
no bed for him, and having placed a
bottle Of settler and the iquor-stand
on the table, he noiselessly disap-
pears
But Sir Heron is in no mood for
brand and seltZer. His brain is IN
10 need of stimulant Before him rise,
all too plainly already, the vision of
the beautiful face. the music CT the
sweet young voice; only last night
and her arms, the round, soft warm
arms were about his neck, only last
night, and her lips were cIinging to
mis-.
so fair, so false, so fair, so false
he muttcrs continually. to harden his
heart but Lis heart win not harden.
The hours glide steadily onward,
the fire burns low. Just as May-it
soda and brandy, pours out a glass Of
the latter and drinks it off and with a
sigh of utter WEAKNESS, throws him
self upon the bed.
Four hours after, Parks, who has
not Deen to bed, but who has had a
warm bath in the servants bathroom,
enters and finds his master broad
awake, and having dressed him, brings
uD his coffee and toast, and announces
the brougham.
Sir Heron goes down, and enters
the carriage, and it drives off with
Parks, shivering but faithful AMI I'M
questioning, on the box.
And as it rolls over the broad drive,
a blind is pulled away from one of the
windows. and Rose Vavasour's face
peers out
She knows instinctiyely that he has
gone, and that the game is safe, and
by the time he has got into the cold
and uncomfortable railway carriage
she is fast asleep, her fair head rest
I ing on one white, round arm, her beau.
tiful face serene and placid as a
child's.
Talk of the sleep Of the just The
just never slept as the unjust sleep,
fcr they serve a master in whom they
believe without doubt and without
question
1t is the wicked who find rest nova
days ard the guilty who never blush,
and honesty is no longer the best
policy.
In the morning-that is, at the usual
time, Mademoiselle Trieste daintily
dressed, and soft of voice. enters her
mistress room and finds her sleeping
thus.
So beautiful she looks that MAIDEN
oisello stands and admires her in ST
lcnce for a minute or two as one
beauty may admire another when
there is no fear of rivalry.
Now, mademoiselle has been almost
as much disappointed by Sir Heron s
engagement to Miss Dalton as the
beauty herself. for it happens that the
butler has taken mademoiseIle'5 fancy
and she would have no objection to re.
gard the Void as her future home
So as she looks ct her sleeping
mistress, her sharp dark eyes glance
thoughtfully ct Sir Herons note in her
hand and struck by sudden idea,
the girl puts down the jug of hot water
on the dressingtable and lays the note
face upward on the top of the jug
Then she goes out shutting the door
smartly after her
The beauty wakes-wakes with the
serene placidity of an infant, and, ris-
watching the fire, with the dead man
upstairs. and the story of her ruin
ringing in nor ears-so sits she tryir 2
TO harlem his heart.
Presently he rises and makes a few
preparations for his departure. He
racks his dispatch box. and sorts his
letters. To do SO, he has to open a
b drawer in his escritoire, and the first
thing which meets his hands is the
ribbon which fell from her bosom. as
he held her in his arms the night the
breast-plate fell on her, the night he
told her that he loved her, and heard
the sweet, sObbing murmur Of her an
swering love. Beside it lie a glove
and withared flower. all worn by
her. and eloquent of her
He takes them up one by one. and
looks az them thirstily. as a man dy.
ing for draught of water in the des.
ct might look on the empty gourd
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