Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1905-11-13

night. Tell her she'll lose her en-
gagement- anything; but see that she
goes"
"Ill tell her you've gone back to
town." he says.
'Woodman, spare the lie. No need
to tell her that"
mo; it ouldn't DO come to think
of it. Shed find out I'd sold her when
| she got back, and then" He
whistled significantly. "I like Finetta
with her claws in, don't you know.
think you're the only man that's
not afraid of her."
"Well, do what you like" he says.
"But go now, there's a good fellow:
and for Heavens sake don't let her
come this way again. He heard her
singing"
eyes, of you were within a mile Of
her you couldn't help doing that" he
said, dryly. "Well, goodbye, old chap.
Don't trouble about the nags.'
'NThey are all right I'll bring them
back safe and sound"
when the coast is clear" finishes
the young fellow. And with smile
and a nod he picks up his stick and
goes off.
Yorke Anchester stands where his
friend has left him and looks out to
sea with troubled countenance-so
long and so lost in thought that it
would seem as if he had forgotten his
own party 1t is not often that The
young man has moody fit, but he has
it now, and very badly.
But presetly there comes down to
him the faint sound of Leslie Isles
SOFT musical voice-how striking a
contrast to that of the young lady he
has just got rid of!-and he awakes
from his unpleasant reverie and
climbs up the tower.
The duke is leaning back with an
amused and interested smile on his
face, which is turned toward Leslie,
and it is evident that he is happier
and more contented than usual.
Miss Lilse has just been giving me
a description Of the Portmaris folks;
you have missed something, Yorke,o
he says, with laugh. "Have the
savages disappeared"
Quite" says Yorke, "and Miss
Lisle and her father would like to
look around; the coast is now clear"
"You go, papa says Leslie, with
her usual unselishness, "and I will
stay with Mr.. Temple
''You will do nothing of the kind
he says. Il am not going to impose
upon your good nature, Miss Lise.
Besides, I dare say | shall take forty
| winks'
Leslie hesitates for moment; then
she gets up and goes for the easel;
but Yorke is too quick for her.
! Come away, Mr. Lisle," he says,
touching him on the arm where he
stands looking from the edge of the
! tower, dreaming; and the three de-
scend.
Nov this strikes me as a good
place." says Yorke,. setting up the
easel. Don't know much about, you
know; but it seems to me that this
old tower and the ivy"
Excellent! Yes, very good" as
SCENTS the artist, eagerly, getting out
his drawing Eyes, I can make
picture of this. You need not wait"
he adds. "You will want to talk,
and
Il see." says Yorke. Come along,
Miss Lisle; we're evidently not
wanted"
They stroll away side by side and
slowly descended the grassy slope
ant I,,o L
rocks which kindly nature, who has
always an eye to effect, has clothed
with ferns and moss and lichen.
Il suppose ought to show you the
Hermit's Cell" says Leslie. Every
body see it."
by all MEANS" he assents, burt
rather absently. The hard laugh OF
Finetta, the music-hall singer, is
still echoing hideously in his ears.
Which hermit?"
Didn't you know" she says, lightly
stepping from stone to stone, there
was a hermit here once, ever 50 long
ago? Here is his cell''
And she stoops before a cavity in
the rocks-a deliciously shady nook
overhung with honeysuckle and wild
clematis which perfume the air.
Yorke looks in. Somebody since
the hermit's time has been kind
enough to fix comfortable seat in the
little cell, from which a delightful
view of the sea and the cliffs can
be obtained
Let US sit down while you tell me
about him." he says.
Leslie seats herself and looks out
at the moor at her feet and the wide,
stretching blue of sea and sky beyond.
and he takes his place beside her, bur
looks at her instead OF the view.
The proper study of mankind is
woman
There really was a hermit here
ever so long ago." she says, dreamily.