Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1905-01-26

wild by such question. This place
has changed hands, the rum little cot
tage is pulled down and 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; I've not seen it," he adds,
not contemptuously nor angrily, but
with a quiet placidity which makes
the girls behind the tree vince from
heel to crown.
"Ah, hum, l see," mods the other.
New people, | suppose"
quite new, l believe" is the reply.
How dreadful! | can understand
how painful it must be. The usual
sort of thing, | 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
ent, there appear two only, the father
and little girl and they don't annoy
us in any way. There is another
daughter l 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"
ooh, yes" assents the friend, with
that cheerfulness with which we are
always so ready to view other peo-
pies annoyances; "and the old fellow
keeps himself to himself, eh? What's
he like?"
The usual thing. Sef-made man,
moderately proud of his own manu-
facture Sort of man you meet
pretty often nowadays. The childs
a pretty little thing, think-I'm near
sighted, you know-and doesn't seem
to be very vulgar. The other girl is
the elder, | fancy"
"Ah! 1t is there where the vulgarity
will show itself. The little one is too
young to give it full scope! l can
fancy what her sister will be- How
unpleasantly near they are. Poor
Lady Letchford! OF course she does
not go near them?"
mo, think not" says Sir Heron,
evidently wearied to death. 'No.
fancy not. What's the use? Shed
only bore them, and the old fellow
would only upset her"
ITO say nothing of the daughters"
says the beauty. Men of that class
one can-one is somehow obliged to
endure; but the women-tney are
quite too dreadful"
"Ah! | suppose So" assents Sir
Heron, with an ummistakable yawn,
which is intended TO, and which does.
bury the subject. shall we go back?
the air is rather keen, and this
! shawl"
As he speaks ne bends his head with
that slow. graceful movement which
may be born with man, but never
can be acquired, and draws the white.
hmy 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 cry-a distinct, unmistakable
cry Of pain from Carrie, whose arm
held in a vise-like grip by Mays rigid
fingers, is unendurably painful.
Motionless as a statue, with her
eye sfixed on the spot from whence
the insults have so unsteady floated
May stands. the embodiment of passio-
nate indignation and soul-consuming
wrath
Every word is eating itself into her
heart; her eyes burn. ner ears tingle,
the color dashes into her face one mo-
ment, and leaves it deadly white the
next
At Carries cry she starts, releases
the child's arm, and, with something
that in a mans mouth would be an
oath, but in hers is only sudden snap
OF her white teeth, c1inches her hands
and-stamps.
"Oh, May, did you hear?"
Heart" retorts May. Hear. child!
Do YOU think that If had been stone
deaf | shouldn't have heard them ?