Vernon County censor. [volume] (Viroqua, Wis.) 1865-1955, 1906-05-23

morning will soon be here-and then
shall see you again. We will go
into the park. down TO the mill-any-
where out of the reach of prying
eyes. Good night. my darling, my
own" and be bent his head and
kissed her.
Leola put a white hand on each
shoulder, and standing on tiptoe,
kissed him sweetly, gravely, on the
lips.
Goodnight. Cyril" she said, and
drew her hands away slowly. linger.
ingly.
He went down the steps. and turn
ing. watched her as she went into the
house, looking back at him over her
shoulder with as weet. loving smile.
Then the door closed and the moon
seemed to have dropped from the
heavens.
AS he turned in at the farm gate
the church clock struck eleven.
so late" he thought, forgetting
how time flies when he bears happi-
ness on his wings, and he looked at
his watch.
Mrs. Tibbett was waiting for him,
and looked immensely relieved at
sight of him; she dreaded that he
would be out again all night.
oh, here you are, Mr.. Cyril" she
said; and I've got you some soup
and it's all nice and hot. and-bless
ne, how well you look" and the
good soul stared at him.
Welt" said Cyril, with a short
laugh, and flash of the eye. "Of
course I'm well. I've never had an
illness in my life, barring Cape fever,
Mrs. Tibbett."
'But-but-you look so different to
what you have lately." said Mrs
Tibbett, setting the soup before him,
and staring at him with a pleased
smile. You've heard good news,
should think, Mr.. Cyril. You look
for all the world like my dear Miss
LeoIa looked when she heard the Alb
hey had come to her God bless
herr"
God bless her." echoed Cyril, with
such solemn and yet joyous gayety,
that Mrs. Ttbbett's tears sprang to
her eyes.
All, you may well say tEat, Mr..
Cyril she responded. "A sweeter,
purer. better angel never lived"
Never" responded Cyril, fer
vently.
And the man that is lucky enough
to win her will be the happiest man
under the SUM-"
He will, he will, he is" almost
shouted Cyril and he rose and put his
right hand on Mrs Tibbetts shout
der. and shaking her gently, laughed
aloud.
Whatever is the matter. Master
Cyril dear?" calculated the good
woman
Don't ask me-in case | should tell
YOU" retorted Cyril. Give me my
pipe Mrs Tibet, you are good
soul; but if you had committed all
the crimes known to man l should
love you because you loye-hem!
Give me my pipe and go to bed"
Dear, dear me. how strange you
do talk" murmured Mrs. Tibbett,
staring at him as he lighted her
candle
oh there's a letter for you, Mr..
Cyril, she said, reaching it down
from the manteipiece, ut came by
tonight's post It's marked i'm
portant I'd most forget it. you talk.
ing SO strange put it out of my head"
and she wished him goodnight.
Cyril opened his letter, and grew
grave and thoughtful. He walked
TO the window, ana. throwing it open,
leaned out and smoked, thoughtfully
Suddenly, something struck him on
the shoulder, and dropped at his feet.
It was letter, and Anonymous.
Mr., Cyril KIngsley:-H you would
learn something further concerning
the mysterious visitor to the Abbey
you may do so by going to No -
Suffolk street, Kingsland, and watch
| ing. There is no time to be lost
TAX ,a2 advice OF friend-who is
none the les i friend because he. or
she, chooses to advise you anonym.
ousir land so up by the midnight
train.
The writer of his knowing that
| he-or she has to deal with an hon
cradle man. feels confident that you
will burn this note of warning and
advice as soon as you have read it.
and VIII impute no unworthy motives
to the writer"
That was Cyril. Cyril read it, and
re-read it, What should he do?
1t was woman's hand. Where
had he seen 1t before? Yes! 1t was
like Cicely Stanhopes! And yet
But there was no tina for conjec-
ture. Go. or not go-that is the
question,
Suddenly he made up his mind. ran
upstairs for his greatcoat. thrust a
purse and some papers into his
p cket, and was out in the open air
before five minutes had elapsed