Vernon County censor. [volume] (Viroqua, Wis.) 1865-1955, 1905-06-28

/ The old lady makes a seoInful ges.
| ture
( Il neither know nor care. They
have gone-disappeared, Mrs. Tur-
ner, Mrs. Godfrey Turner, as she calls
herself, came to me and cued-actual-
| ly cried about them, and wanted to
know what had become of them. They
had disappeared.
Vane muses..
She wasn't a bau-loobdng girl. Lady
! Letchford."
The old lady congresses her lips
hapghtily.
"A round face and pair of dark
eyes, she says, sccuully. You
have strange idea of beauty. / could
never see anything in her to catch the
simplest of men. But Heron. Now
! Rose--Rose is beautiful,
Vane shakes his head.
You've heard this about Rose and
ana Cornvale?"
I'd rather see her in her grave, "
she exclaims, grimly.
"Cornvale is the best match of the
season" says Vane, III 4singly. There
isn't a girl that wouldn't Jump at the
, chance. Rose
Lady Letchford leans forward in
her chair and beats the table with
} her white. thin fingers.
Rose will accept him, yes, unless
there is only one person who could
prevent it, and he is playing mailman
! for the sake of "a miserable grl utter.
ly unworthy of being name in the
same breath with Rose and she
grOans. DO You think h. Sill come
tonight-cannot you bring im?"
III try" Re says, !u not very
hopefully. "Tll try, OF course, |
! should like to see Rose settled. and
Heron, 80; it W sud please me. you
| know that"
Then he goes off 10 his club. Then
he has breakfast and walks around to
Mivart's; but Heron is out-where.
! the faithful Parks does no, know.
With all the rest of the world Parks
lis fully cogn.zant-and mere fully
, ccenizant-of the wild doings of his
master and the good fellows face is
as grave as sections az he answers
Vane's inquiries.
When will he come il again, Mr..
Vane; All, who can say, sir? never
know. Sir Heron isn't as he used to
be, MI. Vane. He neye, went out
without telling me when TO expect
him back. Not that | complain. sir,
yen VIII understand that. But-Im
afraid therell he a bad end to this,
Mi Nane. 1t isn't like the old days;
they were pretty-well-wild but he'd
take some rest then: now and Parks
Shakes his head eloquently-"I can't
/ get him 10 take any rest at all. Hen
be sick, Mr.. Vane, no man could staud
/ his racket for long"
Vare shakes his head in sympa.hy
| With the devoted fellow, and saunters
, off. Perhaps. after all, it would have
been better If May Dalton had become
Lady Heron Letchford.
They dine at seven o'clock at eros.
yeEor Square, and at that hour Lady
Letchford sits in the drawing-room,
upright in her stiff-backed chair.
3 her ANXIOUS eyes fixed on the door. her
! fingers beating an impatient tattoo on
| tie arm of the chair.
, Presently the door opens, and Rose
: N3Tasour enters. There is a faint
! tinsn on her cheeks, subdued light
in hel eyes, bur both flush and light
die away as he looks around the room
and sees only the naughty Old woman.
With the old, graceful gliding step
she come across the room. and bends
10 kiss he white forehead: then she
stands anL locks with a smile into
tho mirror
! Sha is dressed tonight: that is.
artisl'caily perfect in taste-nor too
richly nor conspicuously. The ma
terial is Of soft, yielding texture. that
shows her exquisite figure in all its
, graceful curves and undulations. The
{ color is as unobtrusive as the fabric
sdhlued tint that heightens the deli
cate hght of her dazzling complexion.
Little clouds Cf old lace family out
line the white threat and encircle the
, cXqusitelyshaped arms. Never has
the fai, loveliness which artists have
painted and poets sang, shone more
Ealpably than tonight; soft wistful-
ness curves the delicate lines Of the
4 sensitive mouth, a subdued tenderness
sits enthroned on the deep blue OF
, the longfringed eyes.
Even the naughty old woman looks
, at her with a silent admiration. Sure
~ there can only be one man able to
withstand the chains of such ex-
quiste beauty and that man this mad
son Of hers.
The dinner,gone sounds. and Lady
| Letchford looks up at the clock with
a heavy sigh
He Will not come" she says de.
spairingIy
The beauty looks down and raises
her archcd hrows
Ana Vane?"
"Ha will not come without him. Let
us 60 in"
They 20 into the dining room, and
the soup is put on.
Then the door opens. ana a footman
sHls:
Sir Heron, my lady"
And mis- tall figure appears in the
doorway. Lady Letchford looks Up
with something like d gasp. and half
rises, but suddenly RECEIVERS self
conrol AM summons a smile.