Vernon County censor. [volume] (Viroqua, Wis.) 1865-1955, 1906-11-21

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a friend Of yours
He is not a friend Of mine;
mean that / scarcely know him. 1
saw him for the first time last night
Last night, he said, dreamily
Yes she said, last night" She
looked away from him, then toward
him again. Have you been staying
long at Santleigh?"
NO he said. "only a very short
time" He took off his soft felt hat,
and pushed the hair from his brow.
and turned his handsome face toward
her with a smile. Il ought to give
some account of myself"
ooh, it is not necessary she muir
INJURED.
But it is right that you should
know who it is
Norah, listening with downcast eyes.
noticed the sharp pause.
Il haven't a card" he went on; ''a
poor travelling artist has very little
use for such. a social luxury; but my
name is Cyril Burne. / get my living
such as it is, by painting, such as you
see,' and he nodded at the quaint lit
tie inn they call The Chequers.
think that's ALL he laughed quietly
excepting" and his voice grew grave
and earnest, that l am very grateful
to you for your kind permission to
finish my sketch" and he inclined his
head with simple but deeply resrect-
full gesture of acknowledgment
1T is very little to be grateful for, ;"
she said, with a smile that made her
face so perfect. Its I am sure my
father
AS she spoke Casper raise MS head
with a growl, and thinking that Gull,
ford Berton was returning, Norah ran
toward tho dog. A moment afterward
a slow step was heard, and the earl
came from between the trees.
His head was bent and his hands
crossed upon his stick, and he did not
see them at once. Then he started,
and looked with his keen gray eyes,
which eventually fixed themselves
upon the handsome face of the young
artist
Norah looked neither embarrassed
nor shy, but, going up to him, said,
quietly:
This gentleman is making a sketch
of the glade, papa"
Cyril Burne had risen, and now
raised his hat.
The earl raised his with accustomed
courtliness, and the two men looked at
each other; the elder one with yelled
scrutiny, the younger with the frank
respect due to age, but with another
expression which Norah caught, but
did not understand.
Il am gratified that you should
deem our purely sylvan scenery
worthy your attention, SIR said the
earl in his dulcet tones I'VE cannot
lay claim to any grandeur, but"
He waived his white hand almost apol-
ogetieally toward the beautiful sweep
of woods and fields
Il ought to ask your pardon for
trespasing, my lord said Cyril Burne,
tbAA0 NOutd w ST. Jul that LA4A0 AcLNg
has absolyed me-"
My daughter has rightly inter
! preted my desire, sir" he sid in his
very best manner Art holds a pass
port which only the barbarian re-
fuses to acknowledge l beg you will
consider yourself free to wander any
where you please"
Cyril Burne bowed, and the earl
moved toward the easel
May one venture to ask the favor
of a sight of your picture, Mr."
| He paused.
"Burne, Cyril Burne," said Cyril
All murmured the earl, 81 do not
think have heard the name before:
but, indeed, have been so long out
of touch with the artistic world as to
be ignorant of its famous men"
81 am one of the least famous, my
! lord he said.
To be Continued