Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1905-06-13

he been for his usual stroll around the
grounds that evening with Prince, his
| favorite collie?
The days went by very quickly, and
all London was drawn to the Folly
Theater by the news of MORA Croys-
dale's return. For a time Mora felt
quite happy except that there were
no letters from Yorkshire II was too
bad of Dick--he might at least have
written
Now that the excitement of her reap
pearance had died away, MORA had to
admit that she was beginning to feel
rather fatigued. After the bracing mir
of Yorkshire, London seemed stuffy.
To be cOoped up in a theater every
night except Sunday was very trying.
Not for a moment would she have
admitted that she did not love the
stage as much as ever, but it began to
dawn upon her that she loved Dick
even more than she did the theater.
Else why did she miss him so much?
She refused all invitations to supper
Several notes, the handwriting OF
which she recognized, she burned I'M
opened. A certain peer who occupied
the same seat nightly at the theater
| began to make himself noticeable.
MORA threw his bouquets into cor
ner Of her dressing room and burst
into tears. She would not have done
so a few years ago. Then she looked
at herself in the glass. Yes, she was
beginning to look much paler.
In Yorkshire, she reflected. she had
| never even rouged. There was nothing
artificial about Dick, and there was
nothing artificial about Yorkshire.
Next day, Mora made up her mind
suddenly, sent a note to the theater
and took a north express from Kings
! Cross.
The journey was a long one, and
owing to a breakdown on the local line
! dusk had set in before Mora had
reached her destination. From the sta
ton to the hall was not far, and MORA
enjoyed the walk. She wanted to take
Dick by surprise.
1t was a stately old residence, and
as MORA passed up the drive the trees
which sheltered the house seemed to
rustic in the night breeze as if carry
ing a message of welcome to her.
The front door was wide open and
the CHEEKY CLEAN of fire in the library
was reflected in the windows. A spirit
OF rest seemed to reign everywhere
MORA stepped into the library as
noiselessly as she could.
Dick was seated in big armchair
gazing moodily into the fire. Then he
got up and Mora watched him take
her photograph from the mantelpiece
and pore over it in the CLEAN of the
freight.
Prince, the collie, reused himself on
the hearthrug, and poised his head at
tentively.
What is it, old MANI" said Dick
Has she come back? It's the fftieth
time you have done that to-day"
MORA crept softly into the room, but
Princes glad bark had betrayed her.
Dick! Aren't you pleased to see
me?" was all she could say, and the
next minute she was sobbing like a
Maynard child on a young and stall
wart pair of shoulders
Pleased said Dick, with a little
laugh as he kissed her fondly; Il
should think we are! But we knew
you'd sooG come back, didn't we,
Prince?"
And the collie looked as pleased as
his master.
Then you do forgive me, Dick D.
asked MORA.
Forgive you. darling. I'm prouder
of you than ever"
Then why didn't you come and
share my triumph on the openiag
night? Oh, Dick. IL you could only
have seen them?"
MORA. dearest, ~ was there"
MORA gave glad little cry.
But l was such a selfish beast"
continued Dick, that l didn't want
you to know. for fear you'd get me to