Vernon County censor. [volume] (Viroqua, Wis.) 1865-1955, 1906-05-02
house of Paradise Row

house of Paradise Row.
One fact more. When he was by
her side she felt her better nature as
sert itself. With Philip Dyce she
was continually fighting against the
fascination which he exerted was con
tinually suppressing ner real nature,
and putting herself on her guard. But
with Cyril Kingsley the pure, girlish
spirit was free. She felt-it was
ridiculous. of course!-that he was
protecting her.
This morning. therefore, she rode
at his side happy and light-hearted, and
vaguely wondering why he did not
| talk to her as usual. AS a rule he
! would point out any object of interest,
his quick eyes being the first to detail
some scampering squirrel or soaring
lark But today he rode at her side
silent and preoccupied, his eyes either
looking dreamily ahead or fixed on
her mare.
They reached Brookley. and Leola
1ismounted to visit a bedridden old
woman, whom Mrs. Wetheren's chart
table heart had discovered and be
| friended
Cyril dismounted also, and went
into a neighboring cottage for a glass
of water
He was known for miles round the
estate, and was always welcome at
farm or cottage, and the old woman
who drew the water from the well
was all smiles and courtesies.
You don't look so well this morn
ing, Master Kingsley" she said, with
respectful affection. Lost all your
roses"
The roses are for girls. dame,
said Cyril,
The old woman chuckled.
All. Master cyril. you remind me
Of what Sir Godfrey used to say to
me He was a bold. outspoken one.
he was, when he was young, He used
10 ride over here just as you might
Master Cyril, and when I offered him
a flower, respectful like, he'd say
the prettiest roses in the garden,
Bessie, you carry in your eheetst
and the old woman sighed. Il was as
rosy as Polly Marsden in those days,
Master Cyril. And how be Polly2'
she asked. abruptly, with smile.
SO far as know" said Cyril. sur
prised by the question in the best Of
health, dame
All said the old woman. with
nod Of her head. she ought to be
happy and proud girl, she ought Mas
rer Kingsley"
Cyril was about to ask why. but
Leola came out of the cottage at that
moment, and he FASTENED to seat her;
and as he took the tiny foot in his
hand the old woman's words went
out of his mind like chaff before the |
wind He remembered them after /
ward and discovered their meaning.
Leola turned her horses head and /
rode homeward.
Cyril still continued grave and /
silent. and woman-llke. Leola grew ,
piqued
She did not know that he was aware f.
Of Lord Beaumout's proposal, or that /
he had been out in the rain all night /
and was III at ease. All she knew +
was thai ne did not seem happy and /
did not talk to her. and the coquetrv |
which belongs to every woman rose
in her.
Z ga afraid that take up a great !
deal Of Your time. Mr. Kingsley. she i
said demurely, as she turned on 70 the /
moor which fronted Brookley
It is your time, Miss Dale. and at
your disposal" said Cyril
Leola pouEed /
Then don't begrudge it, she SAID. |
The warm blood flew to Cyrils face |
Do you think I begrudge it, Miss I
Dase2f he said My life. he was /
going to say, but he stopped my /
time is yours 10 do what you like /
with
4 was afraid you were thinking of
your farm. said Leola. still pettishly |
No, said Cyril; "fhe farm is all |
right, I think"
Then what makes you so grave !
this morning." she said, turning her
face 10 him.
He looked at her, and required all |
his self-command 10 keep back the |
hot words which wel!ed to his lips.
Am I so grave" he said, with a
smile.
Yes. you are" said Leola, "and !
am afraid that you think. am wasting
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