Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1906-08-13

| to Olivia. She drank IN every word,
and, if she did not at once feel its
meaning, mentally stretched out her
hands and sought for it.
Just to keep him talking, to hear
the deep, musical voice again, she
said:
rs the world so wicked, them" .
Wicked and foolish" he said;
'and its folly is worse than it's
wickedness. l have made one dis
covery as 1 passed through it. Do
you know what it is?"
mo" she murmured, drawing
nearer to him.
He laughed softly, and pushed his
gesture. ct is this: that though
wickedness may go unpublished, folly
never does. A man may commit a
crie-many-an pass through the
world undetected and unpublished,
but if he commit a folly Nemesis
follows and closes upon him at once.
And the moral of this is"
He stopped.
That it is wiser to be wicked than
| tOllSh, she SAID.
Exactly" he assented, with a
strange smile.
BERTHE and the two PensIones had
passed them, and reached the turn
ing of The Dell, and here olivia and
arFadeane overlook them. :.
Il don't think I ought to go any
farther" he said, half-stopping;
your father has had enough of us
for tonight"
MOP" she said. "Why?" She
paused half-timidly why should
you go; it must be lonely at home"
1T is lonely" he said, with
smile half-sad. No one but can
| tell how lonely"
why di l live like hermit and a
then stopped again.
why do l i've like hermit and
recluse?" he said, gently. 1--WE
have some of us ceased TO be mas
tiers of our own actions, Miss Van
ley; l am so lucky as to be one OF
those unfortunates.
She looked up at him with the
timid, shrinking glance of woman
whose heart aches with sympathy,
and yet who has not power to give
it.
eff If my father-could do any
thing" she murmured.
He held out his hand and took
hers, and he held it, not pressing it,
but enfolding it in his strong, shape
ly one.
You have done much already" he
said in a low voice, more than you
can guess; yes, much more. Good
night, Miss Vanley.'
Obeying an impulse, one of those
impulses which were rare with her
she raised her beautiful eyes to his.
THAT is my aunt's title" she said,
with a faint, Pickering smile. my
name is olivia"
He looked at her for moment
gravely, and yet with a sort OF
troubled wistfulness; then he said
in as a low tone as hers:
"Olivia! Goodnight, Miss Olivia!"
Then he called to BERTHE, waving
his hand towards Olivia, and turning
aside, strobe into the dark lane that
led to The Dell.
ooh! isn't he coming to the
Granger" exclaimed Annie Penstone
as BERTHE brought Olivia 10 them.
Isn't he really coming? It's too
bad! | wanted to talk to him, TO
ask him all sorts of things! And
you have had him all the way to
Yourself! Now that isn't fair, is it,
+o1I-
Olivia?"
81 don't know" said olivia,
dreamily.
They found Aunt Amelia and Bart
ley Bradstone waiting for them in
the hall, the former still simmering
with excitement over the success of
her concert and the latter glaring
sullenly with suppressed rage and
jealousy.
All through the meal, which was a
kind of scratch" supper, while
Annie and Mary and BERTHE, all
speaking very fast and at the same
time were giving the squire an &C
count of the sensation Mr. Fara-
deane had created, BARLEY Brad
stone and DIVA sat IN silence. NOW
and again he glanced al her thought
fully, dreamy face in half-watchful,
half-suspicious manner, but she
seemed to be quite unconscious of
his presence, and presently got up
and went to The piano in the adj
joining room and began to play
softly.
That's a sign that we can take
ourselves off TO the smoking-room;
come and have cigar" said the
! squire, and as he passed olivia he
gently patted her cheek. She put up
her hand and took his and laid her
! face against it, but said nothing, and
| the two men left the room.
Il shan't smoke" said BERTHE, as
he reached The door. Il shall stay
| and talk fO these children " nOdding