Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1905-11-20

happiness; and this love has come TO
| Yorke.
In an instant, as it were, it seemed
to have wrought change in him.
Gay, reckless, thoughtless an hour
! ago, he is serious enough now.
His heart is beating quickly,
, furiously; his strong hands tremble
as he holds the terrified horses ana
! urges them on with whip and voice,
and yet, though apparently engrossei
with them, thinking more of the
silent girl beside him.
She is so silent! She scarcely
seems to move, but sits with the rug
concealing her face, her head bent
down.
''What have I said?" he asks him
self In truth, he scarcely knows. 1t
seems as if his heart had suddenly be-,
come the master of his voice and
actions and had made a helpless slave
of his
If she would only speak, He longs,
past all description, to hear her voice,
even though it should be in anger
and indignation; but she does not
sneak. He lifts his face to the sweep
ing rain and almost welcomes it. The
storm is in harmony with the tenn
pest of awakened passion which RACES
| in his breast. He does not dare TO
speak to her, scarcely ventures to look
her way; and so he sits as silent as
herself, while the horses dash along
the streaming road and up the Port
maris street.
eve might have come by boat;
there is water enough said the duke,
dryly. miss Lisle. I am afraid YOU
are wet through. Pray go in at once
or you will catch cold"
She stands up on the box, and
Yorke goes to unfasten the wraps;
but she is too quick for him, and TAX
ing out the hair-pin, lets the rug fall,
and stands before his eyes, her slim,
graceful figure swaying a little from
him as if she did not want him t"
touch her.
He gets down and offers her his
hand. burt she springs from the box
lightly, pauses moment, then, with a
low-voiced ''Good-night-than you,
follows her father into the house.
The poor child is wet through, ana
chilled" he says, sympathet1call3.
'It's pity you didn't think OF a
macintosh, Yorke. What are yoa
~oing to do with the break and
horses?"
Yorke looks down at him as if he
scarcely heard or understood for 4
moment: then he says, absently, like
man only half recovered from a
stunning blow:
"The horses? Oh, I'll find some
place for them"
"You might take them to the sta
ton, your grace; they could put them
up there in the Goods stable sug-
gested Grey.
eyes, yes"
'And look sharp" says the duke.
well have some dinner by the time
you get back Will you have glass
of whisky and water before you go?'
But Yorke only shakes his head
almost impatently. I'm all right he
says, curtly, and he drives off. He
sees the horses made comfortable in
the stables at the station, helps to
rub them down and litter them, then
he turns back.
But at the top of the street he
pauses. He can not face the duke just
yet There is that in his face, in Ills
voice, he knows, which will reveal his
secret. He turns off to the right and
makes his way along little-used road
toward the sea.
He is wet enough, but he does not
notice it. He scarcely knows where
he is going until he stands on the edge
of the sea.
81 love her!" he murmurs-"yes,
love her! There is no woman in all
the world like her-so good, so gentle,
SO beautiful"
He thinks of all the girls he has
seen, talked with, laughed with,
danced with, f1irted with, but there is
none like Leslie.
II am a lost man il 1 do not get
her!' he says to himself And how
can I get herr" he groans, and pushes
his hat off his brow that is hot ano
burning. "She cares nothing for me;
why should she? If l were to ask her
to be my wife-my wife! How can q
and he shudders as if some black
thought had swept down upon him
and crushed the hope out of him
chow can / Oh, what mad, senseless
fool l have been! How we chuck our
lives away, to find out when it is too
late what it is we've lost! Ii l had
met her a year ago" He breaks Off
with signs as he tramps Up and down
in the rain. eff l could only wipe out
that year! But l can't can't,
though I'd give ten years of the life
that's left me to be able to do it:
What would she think-say, ii she
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