Vernon County censor. [volume] (Viroqua, Wis.) 1865-1955, 1906-07-04

CHAPTER xxx.

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about the meadows and hiding the
heads of the tall pines.
About the time Cyril was modify
and restlessly endeavoring to eat his
beakfast in the London hotel, Leola
awoke from her troubled dreams.
She had dreamt of him ali night,
had seen him in danger, had in one
dream looked at him lying dead at
her feet; in none Of the wild visions
of the miserable night had she seem
him faithless.
She woke, as she had never yet
awakened in the Abbey, with a sense
OF overmastering trouble
You seem better this morning,
Miss" said Mary, looking up as she
knelt to arrange ribbon on the sim
pie morning dress,
Eyes, am better, Mary" said
Leola, with a smile. Il am quite
well-has the post bag come in YETI"
Not yet, Miss" answered Mary
and then Leola went downstairs
Lord Beaumont came forward with
e flush on his face, and an air Of EN-
barrassment which he tried to con
ceal by an overacted ease of manner.
At another time Leola might have
been, on her part, embarrassed, for
she had not forgotten that Gerald
Beaumont had asked her to be his
wife. But with this great cloud
overhanglng her she had no sense of
other things, and was glad to see
him. Perhaps it was because she
knew that here at least was the man
who would believe in, and trust her
Cyril.
So with very little addition to the
feverish flush she gave him her hand,
and babe him good-morning
Lord Beaumont started as he press
ed the soft fingers and looked up
anxiously at the flushed face.
How hot you are, Miss Dale" he
said. Have you been out walk
in?"
4 have just come down, said
Leola lit is rather warm and close
thi> morning, is it not?" and she
shuddered which was rather contra
dictory.
1T is very chilly and wet. said
Lod Beaumont; Il am afraid you
have taken cold, Leola, he added,
her name slipping from his uncon-
sciously in his anxiety.
Perhaps l have" said Leola
But won't you come in?" And she
led the way into the breakfast room
Lord Beaumont walked up to the
fireplace and patted the dog
81 have come over for some break
fast if you will give me some" ne
said, with the same over-strained air
of ecse. Il have been at work since
daylight and have got quite hungry.
and my people don't get up until
the middle of the day. shan't be
in the way, shall II"
Indeed, no." said LeoIa; Mrs
Wetherell will be delighted-and so |
am /, she added Then she turned |
to the butler. Lord Beaumont will |
breakfast with Us"
Lodi Beaumont watched the butler |
as he laid the extra service, with an |
absent air, which was palpable,
though he tried to conceal it by talk |
ing about the weather and the mist.
and playing with the dog.
Then Mrs. Wethercl came in.
An unexpected visitor" said Lord
Beaumont, leading her to the fire
You will excuse my old jacket,
know"
Mrs. Wetheren smiled an assent ,
and went over to Leola and kissed
her.
She, too, looked anxious and
alarmed as she felt how hot Leolas
face and hands were.
4 always think Of you when I am
at breakfast at home" said Lord
Beaumont. They took their seats, and
the butler brought him some ham
The breakfast at Howth is so huge
and uncomfortable, and Cis seems
TO be the only one really awake Now
this is alwasy so cozy and sociable-
yes, sugar in my coffee, Mrs. Wether
ella good lump"
You must come over oftener,"
said Mrs. WetherelI, who liked him,
and with whom he was always 1T his
ease.
q should like to come every day,
said Lord Beaumont, and so wear out
my welcome"
You would not do that, easily,
said Mrs. Wetheren.
Then there was a moments silence
Still, for all his apparent ease,
there was a restless. smotheIed look
OF anxiety on Lord Beaummts face.
and every time the door opened he
looked up eagerly. We know what
Leola and Mrs. Wethereu were look
ing for-the post bag And so was
he.
AT last as if he could contain him
self no longer. he said with feigued
careiessress,
Il am going on to the Home Farm
to see Cyril Kingsley"
There was a dead silence for mo
ment. Leola raised her cup to her
lips to hide her crimson face.
Mrs. Wetherell smothered a sigh.
Cyril Kingsley is not at home,
Lord Beaumont
oh" he said. leaning back in his
chair with j.! feighed ease so
heard, but / did not think it was true
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