Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1905-04-24
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say you should be his only sweet
heart" and she signs.
eyes, remember. Poor sgd!
"How happy he would be-only a
little Jealous" says Carrie. Poor
sgd! You won't be long, dear!" ana
she is gone.
mo-" says May, but notwithstand-
ing her promise she sits motlonless
for minute or two. Poor sgd! Un-
consciously, Carrie has already dealt
+he first little damper to her JOY.
Poor Syd! There is still his story 10
he told Sir Heron Letchford has YET
to learn the existence OF the vagabono
brother-in addition to the vulgar
father. If she had only told nlm last
night 1t seemed easy enough to DO
tben-but this morning, IN the clear
light of day, how difficult the task ap'
pears.
Slowly and thoughtfully she dresses
Miss Rose Vavasour, the beauty,
would smile at the simplicity OF the
morning toilet, in which the colo
hath and the elaborate additions take
I'M bv far the greater portion OF the
time-then runs down the stairs, her
1.-the, graceful figure in its taste1ui
pompadour, and enters the breakfast
room.
Mr.. Dalton, at the head OF the table,
arises actually arises to meet her ana
kisses her with positive respect,
mingled with affection.
How are you, my dear May!, ne
asks anxiously, as il it were her nrst
appearance after long and serious
illness. "Quite the thing, Ell? | nope
Carrie didn't disturb you; | had the
'ouse kept quiet on purpose that you
should get a little quiet sleep. Ahem!
Carrie, shut the door, your sister IS
in a draught.'
May looks at Carrie with a smile
and sits down in silence.
AS he has begun, so Mr.. Dalton
continues; evidently the fatted calf
is to be killed for this prodigal
daughter, who has returned from the
wilderness of willfulness to the nome
lands of social expediency. Yesterday,
or rather before Sir Heron bestowed
his attention upon her. Mr.. Dalton
would have allowed her to sit IN
perfect hurricane of draughts; but now
now she is the future Lady Letch>
ford. mistress of the Void. Already
he has written half a dozen letters 10
city friends mentioning, casually, the
new connection which my daughter
is about to make with the Letchfords,
of Letchford Void.
mo more am? Try a poached egg
May. DEAR" he entreats. I'm afraid
your appetite isn't what it ought to be.
You must take care of yourself, my
dear, you must, indeed; or rather, we
must take care of her, Ell, Carrier
and he chuckles significantly.
81 have never been accused OF SELF
neglect as yet says May, calmly,
"and as to my appetite" she stops
suddenly, for her quick eyes-qulcken-
ed since last night by the touch On
Loves finger-see a stalwart form
striding-how well she knows that
Letchford stride already by
the path that turns by the elms.
'You must take some more ex-
ercise," says Mr.. Dalton, whose eyes
are not quick, and who, moreover is
sitting with his back to the window
that commands the path.
-er-hy-the-Way my dear,
was thinking last night that-er--you
might like to have a little money to-
get any little thing you fancied in the
shops, and I've written a little check.
Take it, my dear, and if you want any
more"
May takes the slip unasked with re-
luctant would he have given
her a check unasked week ago?-
and glancing at it starts with surprise.
1t is a check for two hundred pounds
But" she says, hesitatingly
Mr.. Dalton waves his red hand.
"a NEAR nothing, my dear May. A
mere nothing. You mustn't think that
-ahem-some great friends of ours
have got all the money i'll the world
Ha-ha! No; there is still little left
for outsiders like ourselves. Put it in
your pocket, my dear, and-ahem-I'm
thinking of buying that pair of ponies
you admired the other day; they're
for sale, I hear. Tut-tut," for May
with crimson flush, is about to utter
a mild protest.
'Tut-tut! What did l say the other
day? You please me and I'll act like
liberal parent by you. No, hope |
know what is due to position, and,
though you are my daughter, l can't
forget that you are to be the future
Lady"
"Sir Heron Letcnrord!" announced
one of the giants.
"Eh? What? What?" demands Mr..
Dalton, starting up, and letting fall a
choice shower of egg-shells, crumbs,
and other sundries from the napkin,
which at meal time, he wears as a
bib.
"In the library, sir
Mr.. Dalton rubs his hands, wipes
his mouth, and winks at May with a