Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1905-05-04

the estate"
what estate?"
"'rhe Letchford. 1t extends as far
as you can see"
And he waves his whip indiiferently
TO east and west.
May is silent for moment; looking
down from the eminence on the broad
range Of fiells and streams-on farm
after farm. homestead after homestead
meadow rolling upon meadow, and
wood stretching into wood-she
realizes for the first time the wealth
and power of the man whose wifi
she Is to be-the power and the wealth
that she will share with him.
For a full moment she Is over.
whelmed by the extent of it.
Surely" she says, "this does not
all belong to you?"
He strokes a speck OF foam from the
Dutchman's neck.
Eyes" he said, land there's more
Of It on the other side Of the hill. Our
land joins the Crewe land, you know.
It's a wide prospect. think that it Is
the most imposing of the Letchford
property, but my mother considers
the Warwickshire estate to be larger;
and so it is by the map, but you can [
see 1t all at once, as you can see this. :
Carrie, leaning forward to listen,
gasps FOR breath; May remains silent,
For the first time she realizes and I'M
derstands Lady Letchford's disappoint
ment and modification at her son S
marriage with such an insignificant
nobody as herself
you will see the Grange-that's the
place in WarwiCksire-some day, very
soon. hope"-and he smiles SO
significantly that Mays face Pushes
and you will judge for yourself. For
my part am attached to the Void and
this. But'--and his voice sinks-"you
shall choose for Yourself
ooh, mono, not t."
perhaps you would like the villa
and the vineyard at Lake Maggiore.
That was n fad of my grandfathers; he
bought the land and built the villa. 1t
used to spend two or three months
there every year. till my mother got
tired of travelling. 1t is too much Of a
place for a man to go to alone"
"Have you got any more places,
Sir Icron?" she asks.
"On or two, Miss Carrie Dalton" he
says Il think the shooting box
Glcnfylde, in Scotland would suit
You. II is a little bit Of a house built
Of Scotch fir an in such a wild part
that the deer come and browse within
gunshot Of the bedroom windows. Get
on, Dutcman! Hold tight, Carrie. he
always spins down his hill as If he
meant To break his neck"
AS they reach the bottom something
breaks the stiffness of the autumn
morning
"Why, what Is that?" asks Carrie,
ut sounds like d great crowd-and,
yes, 1t IS music; do you hear it, May?
Yes; what is it,
wait and you shall see what you
shall sect" he replies oracularly. Get
ON, Dutchman--lOok at his ears"
The Dutchman obeys with an
earnest aIacrity which seems to set
the edges flying past thin, the noise--a
confused blare of voices and the clat-
ter of rough music grows more dis
tinct and, the road bending suddenly,
they come, much to the establishment
ct the two girls and greatly to the
disgust of the Dutchman, upon a
country fair.
1t is in full swing -rOundabouts,
mcnaRcries, waXworlls, penny shows,
shooting galleries and Aunt Sallys.
Miuglng in strange discordance with
the human voices is the lowing Of
cattle and the haa of sheep.
II Is sight entirely and completely
novel to the two girls, as Sir Heron
had expected 1t would be, and Carrie,
at the imminent risk of her neck,
stands up, cInging fast to the rail
and is speochess with delight.
"Oh, look, May! Isn't Is glorious? It
is Hike a scene at the theater! They'll
all come forward and sing a chorus
directly"
ITS to be hoped they won't; that
would break the last straw OF the
DutChman's patience, Steady old
man. steady sit tight, Carrie You
are not frightened, darIng?' he muir
murs.
May laughs, her eyes sparkling, a
flush ON her beautiful face.
"Frightencd- no. And this is a
fair? I've often longcd TO see real
country fair! How thoughtful of
YOU" an She looks at him with a sot;
smile that makes his heart leap
DO YOU really care for it?" he says.
I'VE will go right through if they viii
make a way
There IS not much question about
that No sooner is the chestnut and
its master recognized than the crowo,
that looked MS solid as a block or
wood, divides aud a lane is made,
while hands go to lorohcads ana re,
spegttu Morning, Sir Heron" rises
ON all sides
Sir Heron touches his hat right and
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