Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1905-03-27

/ the cry he turns swiftly and as May
staggers backward he catches her in
his arms.
ooh, May! oh, Sir Heron! Has it
struck her? Oh, what shall we do?-
she has fainted!"
"Husn! There is some water on
that table"
Carrie flies to get it, but her shaking
hand is incapable of pouring it out, and
Sir Heron, holding the motionless and
limp figure with one arm, fills the
glass with his disengaged hand.
Don't be frightened he says, but
his voice sounds hoarse and forced.
"Give me the glass. Now go and
ask my mother-only my mother-to
come here. You know the way?"
But Carrie does not wait to hear the
question, and flies out by the wrong
door.
Sir Heron tries to pour some of the
water through the pale lips but in
vain. White and deathlike she lies in
his arms, as if life had left her for
ever. With a face that is almost as
white, he bends over her, his eyes fixed
on her with remorse and sorrow.
His careless hand has brought about
this mishap. Wild, passionate tender
ness and pity sweep over him; with a
/ shudder, he raises the arm that hangs
limp by his side, and as he sees the
blood-red mark which stands out &C
cusingly on its soft whiteness, it is as
if hand had seized his heart and
wrung it.
With low, broken cry, he pressed
her to him. and kisses passionately
the white lips that a minute ago were
so rich a red-kisses not only her lips,
but her closed eyes, and the hair that
shines red-go1d upon his breast.
AS if his kisses possess some mystic
power to call her back to life, she
draws long, laboring sigh, and, with
shudder Of paine, shrinks closer
against his heart
AS he feels her nesting Of her own
will, as it were, against him, the blood
rushes to his face, his heart leaps
within him.
"My darling!" he murmurs, ooh, my
darling-my darling!"
And it is this word-this passionate
cry which assails Mays ear as she
comes back reluctantly to life.
Slowly the beautiful eyes open and
look up vacantly, then presently she
recognizes the pale, handsome face
above her, and in place Of vacancy
comes a look of startled questioning,
followed by swift, hot blush of maid
enlv shame.
'What-what has happened?" she
breathes.
"Hush-hush!" he says. "Do you
novel"
With sigh she attempts to raise
her hand to her brow, but lets it fall
with a cry of pain; then pale again,
gently draws away from him.
'It fell on me, did it not?" she says,
with a little woe-begone smile. "That
comes of disturbing old Institutions
And still gently she puts his arm
from her and sinks on a chair.
Sir Heron stands over her, his heart
beating fast, his eyes drinking in,
with a strange mixture of pain and
delight, the beautiful face over which
sweeps the soft red and white; he
cannot trust himself to speak.
eyes, remember saw it falling,
and yet could not move. I was fasci-
mated l think. Is my arm broken?''
He goes on his knees and gently
raises the white arm with it's ugly red
mark.
NO. she says, with a smile that
costs her an effort, cit isn't broken. 1t
would hurt me great deal more If it
were.'
please do not look so concerned
1t is a mere scratch. / ought to be
ashamed of myself for fainting.
suppose | did faint? I have never
done so before that can remember.
Where is Carrie? Did it fall on herr"
"No," he says, still hoarsely; sit fell
on none of us but you," with passionate
anger-tit was my fault. did that!"
and he points to the blood that is trick
ling down her arm.
"That-that is nonsense" she says,
with smile
Eyes, did it," he says. 81, who
would have given my life to spare you
moments painl"
Indeed, it was not your fault, or
any one else's,"' she says. Eyes, the
bracket gave way, and-and it does
not matter; there is no harm done be-
yond scratch and a bruise. Please
please do not look So distressed.
am all right. Why should you be so
distressed-'
"Why? Because I would give
dozen lives, if l had them, to guard
you from mere scratch, as you call
it. Because love you!"
"Sir Heron!"
eyes, he says, 81 understand.
know that / have no right to say so; l
know that you are pledged to an
other"