Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1906-05-17
making itself felt by her.


making itself felt by her.
Now, as she looked dreamily out
across the meadows, she tried TO ar
rive at some conclusion respecting her
feelings in regard to him.
1t was with relief that she was able
to dismiss him from her mind this
morning. and recalled the heroic &C.
ton of Cyril Kingsley. And yet not
with absolute relief, for she felt as
satisfied with herself. Why had she
not spoken more decisively and qnick-
ly when he refused to take Lord Beau
mont's hand, and called himself a SER
want?
A servant! 1t was a disagreeable
word in connection with noble-looking
and high-mannered Cyril Kingsley.
Leola felt her cheeks burn as she
thought that he might have gone away
deeming her too proud to acknowledge
him. There was something almost
mysterious about Cyril Kingsley that
kept him continually in her thoughts.
Her first meeting and conversation
| with him had been strange; his en-
gagement in her service had been out
OF the common; his manner of life,
his attainments-for he was evidently
scholar-were those of high-bred
gentleman; and then the dignity,
simple and natural, which accom-
panied all his actions, was unusual in
man Of his position, and highly
mysterious.
Although Leola would not have con-
fessed it to save her life, she was
anxious to see more of him. But the
unaccountable shyness which had kept
her from mentioning her meeting with
him, had also kept her from going to
the farm.
Now, as she sat with her book in
her lap, she asked herself the question,
was there shadow over his life, and
was he unhappy?
While she was revolving this ques-
ton, which of course she was quite
unable to answer, servant came
noiselessly across the room, and said,
in the low accents Of respect:
'Mr. Kingsley is in the library,
Miss"
Leola almost started, and faint
tinge Of color came into her face.
Does he wish to see me?" she
asked; then, without waiting for the
answer, rose, and with her book in her
hand went into the library.
At the door she paused moment,
almost, 1t would seem, to gain COM
posure, though why she should be
embarrassed she could not have said
Kingsley was standing by the table
turning over book of botanical
plates; he looked up as she entered,
and it might be readily excused in
him II he was slow of greeting, for the
vision that appeared, framed as it
was. in the doorway, was quite sufi-
cient to strike any man dumb.
"Good-morning," said Leola. DID
you want to see me?"
She would have held out her hand,
but she was afraid, since he had re-
mont.
Cyril bowed.
81 do wish to have few words,
Miss Dale" he said, IN his deep,
grave voice. Il would not have
troubled you If Mr.. Slime had been
here"
"Oh," said Leola, vaguely disap-
pointed; sit is about business?"
at is about the Home Farm" he
replied. Il don't know whether Mr.
Slime, the steward, has mentioned that
spoke to him some days since about
the barns and out-houses."
mo, he has not" said Leola.
Il was afraid not" said Cyril
Kingsley, cor l should have heard
from him your decision. l am sur
prised he did not do so, however"
80 am l." said Leola, naiveiy. But
what is it Why didn't you speak to
me?" she added, with little blush.
He looked down a moment as If he
was considering.
Il did not like to trouble you"
1T is not trouble" said Leoia,
quickly. rs anything the matter?"
"a great deal is the matter with the
outhouses, and something considerable
with the barns" he replied. They
are in very bad state of repair; In
fact they are completely worn out,
and lam afraid they may fall in and
do some injury
s'Then why didn't you have them
pulled OWN" said Leola, innocently.
Cyril Kingsley smiled.
Il had no power to do that" he said
quietly; until l had got your per-
mission, and asked Mr. Slime to OBJ
tain 1t for me-"
'He hasn't said word" said Leola.
Il don't see much of him. But surely
the barns can come down, you can do
as you like! you are master there!"
Not quite" he said; Il am only
your servant, Miss Dale"
THAT is what you said yesterday"
said Leola quickly and crimsoning. Il
don't think that was right, Ut least"
she said, hesitating, and little con-
fused, ut sounded yery-very proud
OF you."
did it?" he said; sit was the truth,
however. Don't think" he added