Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1905-07-17
CHAPTER XVII.

For a minute-it is as year-they
stand and look into each others eyes.
White as death is Mays face, white
even to the lips; on his rests an ex-
preston which one might wear who
had suddenly been confronted by the
ghost of one beloved and buried.
Beside them, held by the bride so
loosely that he could free himself with
a jerk, stands the horse shifting at
the motionless figure of the girl.
Beyond them rise the solemn hills,
half hidden by the veil of night
Tile minute, that seems year,
passes, and with ali effort he finds his
voice, a noarse, broken voice that
sounds harsh and forbiiling.
MAY" ne says, lis it you-here?"
eyes, ii is 1, Sir Heron" she says,
the words coming family from her sad,
pole lips. Eyes. it is L.
"But--but-" he says, locking
around slowly, AS if he still dis
credited the evidence of his senses,
but here-why are you here?"
She does not answer, but her eyes
droop beneath his. which look out
from his haggard face with a fierce,
troubled questioning.
Heaven! it is like a vision" he
says, more to himself than to her,
though his eyes are riveted to her
face. Like vision. II would as
soon have expected to meet the dead
as to see you here
Still silence on her part, silence and
an immortality that indeed almost
persuades him that she is visionary.
With gesture of almost savage
impatience, he takes off his hat and
wipes his brow, on which great drops
Of sweat have started.
will you not speak to me-" he says,
mot CHE word ?'
She raises ner eyes-sad, accusing
eyes, that go straight to his heart like
the stab of knife.
"What-have l to say, Sir Heron?"
she says, in low voice. There is
nothing to be said.'
'Nothing-to be said," he echoes,
like man bewildered, nothing to be
said" 1t rings in his ear like a knell.
No, there is nothing to be said. he
feels it.
But he cannot go, his feet seemed
glued to the spot, his eyes chained to
the beautiful face that stands with
such pallid trouble between him and
the distant hills. Nothing to be said
between those two, who, only few
months ago, stood as one before the
world nothing to be said, while now
even now-the touch of her lips
comes back to his, the soft, passionate
tones OF her sweet voice ring in his
tones of her sweet voice ring in his
ears.
His eyes drop from her face to her
dress.
"You-you-are in black?" he says,
with questioning tone.
She inclines her head.
Eyes; my father is dead"
Your father!" he echoes, and his
hand goes to his mouth with an un-
certain, impatient gesture. Your
father! l did not know Why did I
not know"
Sc raises her eyes.
why should you known" she says.
What does it matter?" and her words
stab him more deeply than her eyes.
He groans and looks aside, then his
SAFE comes back to her.
"And you are here-why are you
here?-are you alone Carrie, your
sister"
''My sister is with me-" she says.
"You are on a visit?" he asks.
She does not answer, but looks away
into the darkening horizon.
More thar al! else his pity WI id be
harder to bear. She could rot tell
hila---him who was once Ter lover, now
the aff1anced of Rose Vavasour-that
she is poor and dependent, the mistress
Of a village school.
Il did not dream it," he said. II