Vernon County censor. [volume] (Viroqua, Wis.) 1865-1955, 1905-01-25

said Sir Heron quietly. People are
not now likely, however, to make her
wild by such a question. Tnis place
has changed hands. the rum little cot
tage is pulled down and a brand new
house, something between the Crys-
tai Palace and the General Post Office
has been built in its stead. So they
say, at least; we not seen it, he adds,
not contemptuously nor angrily, but
with quiet placidity which makes
the girls behind the tree vince from
heel to crown.
All, hum. l See" mods the other.
New people, l suppose"
quite new, I believe" is the reply.
How dreadful, | can understand
how painful it must be- The usual
sort of thing. l suppose. Ricn sugar
baker or soap-boiler, with the stereo-
typed vulgar family. who are always
hanging about your land and reminding
/ YOU of their existence"
+ Cant say that" says the deep
voice dispassionately Just, AT pres
tent there appear two only, the father
and little girl, and they don't annoy
/ us in any way, There is another
daughter | believe but she has not
y etput in an appearance On the
whole, think we are very lucky. 1t
might have been worse l suppose"
"Oh, yes" assents the friend. with
that cheerfulness with which we are
always so ready to view other PEG
! pies annoyances; and tae old fellow
keeps himself to himself, eho What's
he like?"
The usual thing. Self.made man,
moderately proud of his own manu-
/ facture. Sort of man you meet
pretty often nowadays. The child's
a pretty little thing, l think-Tm near
sighted, you know-and doesn't seem
to be very vulgar The other girl is
the elder, l fancy"
All 1t is there where the yulgarity
will show itself The little one is too
young to give it full scope, can
fancy what her sister will be! How
! unpleasantly near they are. Poor
Lady Letchford, Of course she does
Lot go near them?"
no, | think not" says Sir Heron.
evidently wearied to death "No,
fancy not. What's the Use? She'd
only bore hem, and the old fellow
you'd only upset her"
ITO say nothing of the daughters"
says the beauty. Men of that class
one can-onc is somehow obliged to
endure; but the women-tley are
quite too dreadful"
"Ah I suppose ST." assents Sir
Heron with an unmistakable yawn.
which is intended to. and which does,
bury the subject shall VIC. 20 back?
the air is rather keen, and this
shawl"
/ As he speaks 0e bends his head with
that slow. graceful movement which
may be born with a man. but never
can be acquired, and draws the white.
hImY silk close around her. With
softly murmured Thanks" she turns
--"swims" around, and they move
slowly away.
/ The cracking Of the leaves under
their feet is followed by a silence as
profound as the grave. 1t is broken
/ by a cry-a distinct. unmistaka e
cry of pain from Carrie, whose ain.
held in vise-like grip by Mays rigid
:. fingers, is unendurably painful
Motionless as a statue. with her
eye siXed on the spot from whence
the insults have so musically floated
May stands the embodiment Of passio-
nate inc. nation and consuming
wrath.
Every word is eating itself into her
heart her eyes burn. ner ears Jingle.
the color dashes into her face one mo-
ment, and leaves it deadly white the
next.
AT Carries cry she starts. releases
the childs arm. and. with something
that in a mans mouth would b an
oath. but in hers is only sudden snap
of her white teeth, clinches her hands
and-stamps.
"Oh, May. did you hear"
Hear" fetorts May. Hear. child,
DO you think that if had been stone
deaf | shouldn't have heard them?
And-and these are aristocrats -aris-
tocrats Oh, | can understand the
French revolution now Yes, to see
those three lying With their heads on
the guillotine-'
oh, May They didn't mean
they didn't know That tall one was
Sir Heron. And did you see the
lady wasn't she beautiful"
Beautiful Yes. she is beautiful. I
can forgive her-she Is only a woman;
+ but him. with his cold contempt and
/ inoslent sheer, hate him-I hate
/ him Don't cry,''-for Carrie is be-
ginning to whimper Don't speak to
me YOU don't want to send me stark.
staring mad, Come. quick. the place
is full of them can't breathe. Oh.
how I hate him.
And, with flushed face and flashing
eyes she turns, with one swift, express
siye gesture toward the abhorred
patch in the moonlight; then Selling
Carries cold little hand, drala Ter
rapidly away.
10 be continued.