Vernon County censor. [volume] (Viroqua, Wis.) 1865-1955, 1906-03-14

color came, and her voice trembled
slightly.
I will do so. some time. with your
gracious permission"
Whenever you reel inclined said
Leoia.
Thank YOU. he responded, with a
grateful bow.
Look" said Leola, pointing VIII
her dainty whip at a cluster OF wild
flowers. Are they not beautiful"
Cyril pulled up instantly. and slip
ping from his saddle before she knew
what he was going TO do, led his horse
10 the bank
They are blue-bells." he said.
hand ny up "a bunch 10 her
"Oh, think You" said Leola; the
are very beautiful"
And SIZE thrust them into the bosom
of her habit.
Cyril yaulted into the saddle with
out word, but glanced at the flowers
with an odd light in his eyes.
Il am very fond OF flowers" said
Ieola. f-a9ologetically. I once, 80
and she smiled, "nourished a geran-
ium III a window all the winter.
That was at Calais"
AT Calais?" he said. with interest.
Yes, where we lived-my father
and mother and l. My father died
there. We We're very poor, and could
not afford the luxury of a garden or
dollhouse"
And you have now" he said, quiet
ly, "a quarter of mile of glass
houses
Yes. Does it not seem strange, -
said Leola, with wide-open eyes,
one year a geranium in flower
pot, the next lighthouses and conser-
vatories."
Aid you are not anxious to forget
the poor geranium?" he asked, cycling
her searchingly.
Not at all" she said, with a smile
why should l be-you see | am not
so proud as you, Mr. Kingsley"
He smiled strangely.
God fortune-such as yours, Miss
Dale-spoils most persons"
Il hope it has not spoiled me-" said
Leola, simply.
Il think not" he said.
BY this time they had turned, and
We're making their way home
AS they turned up the lane leading
to the farm, Polly Marsden was
standing at the gate of her fathers
cottage She courtesied to Leola,
and nodded 70 Cyril with a blush and
smile.
Leola bowed graciously, and in do
ing SO, the blue-bels slipped from her
habit.
oh. my flowers" she cried, pulling
up her horse.
They are of no consequence" said
Cyril. carelessly. You will have a
choice from the dollhouse tonight"
Butt don't want to lose these, -
said Leola, quietly.
Are you sure?" he said. as quietly.
quite" she said
In that case" he responded, and
alighting picked up the flowers and
handed them to her.
Thank you" she said. and fixed
them more firmly in her bosom
And Polly Marsden. who had
watched this interlude, set her short
white teeth hard.
But all unconscious, Leola. he< mas
/ ter-her servant as he called himself
rode on.
And now. as she thought of all this.
standing before her mirror, with the
rattle of the first carriage breaking on
her ears, Mary's voice startled her.
Won't you wear any more flowers.
Miss? You haven't got any in your
dress, and flowers do suit you so,
Miss. Here's a white rose"
Leola looked around to where her
habit was thrown across the chair
for Mary had been far too busy to
hang il up in the wardrobe, and said
There are some blue-bells which
which Mr.. Kingsley found this morn
ing. Give me some of them, Mary.
And taking them from Mary's hand.
she herself fixed them In the bosom Of
Worths masterpiece
1t was a pity that Cyril Kingsley
could not have seen the delicate color
that srTused her lovely face as she
touched the flowers so gently and
tenderly.
1t might have cheered him as he
strobe up and down his room at the
farm, in one of his black fits" as
Mrs. TibeDtt called them.
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