Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1906-06-21

which has made him content to settle
down in a sphere SO far beneath his
deserts"
Il like him." said Cicely, because
he likes you"
Il think he does" said Beaumont
falling to catch the tender meaning
of the child's devotion. And fee
quiet changed since have known
him"
Certainly you have become more
sociable," said Lady Howth, who had
entered the studio, and overheard part
OF the conversation, "and for one am
very grateful to Mr. Kingsley"
And now the two men stood listen
ing in silence to Leola's sweet voice,
Beaumont with eyes bent eagerly in
the direction of the singer, Cyril
looking grayely on the ground.
What a lovely voice it is" said
Beaumont. Don't you think so,
Cyril?"
Yes" said Cyril, gently.
Beaumont looked at him wistfuily.
81 often envy you, Cyril" he said.
Envy me?"
Eyes, your position here. You
have so many opportunities of see
ing her and being near her."
Cyril struck his riding-whip against
his leg thoughtfully, and did not
look up.
Il have to trouble Miss Dale often
er than used, because of Shines i'll
health"
Say Drunkenness" said Beaumont.
Il am afraid he does drink too
much" said Cyril.
Eyes, we all know who is the actual
steward, Cyril, and we all know now
greatly the estate will gain"
"Ohi / am only Shines substitute
while he is-ill,' said Cyril, quietly.
But as said, am often obliged to
trouble Miss Dale on business"
Eyes, and that's why | envy you,7
said Beaumont. you can see her
when you please, talk to her, listen
to her, while the rest OF us" he paused,
for crimson flush had gradually
spread over Cyril's face. But 1t
vanished more quickly than it had ap-
peared, as he looked up.
Il thought the Abbey was always
open to you, Lord Beaumont"
. 80 1T is,' said Beaumont. flushing
in his turn. But can scarcely live
there all day, and that is wat
should like to do. The place seems
to me to be filed with sunshine.
Hush, what Is that?"
Fors Leola had changed her song.
and now rose like lark the old re-
frain:
The boatee rows, the boatee rows."
Before Cyril could reply there was
a CLEAN of morning dress among
the green strawberries, and Leola
was upon them. She started, the song
died from her lips, and with her
usual smile, and an additional touch
of color on her cheeks, she came UP
to them. What are you two gen
tlemen plotting behind hedge?" she
said, brightly, as she shook hands with
Beaumont and bowed to Cyril, who
raised his hat and glanced at his
watch as If he was suddenly reminded
OF the time.
"0h, We were talking very limo
Gently" said Beaumont; Il was ask
ing. Mr.. Kingsley If he thought this 9
good day to sketch the old mill"
Leola looked up at the bright sky.
Il should think 1t would look ex
tremely picturesque this morning;
and the light is good, is it not?"
| "Will you come and see with me?'
said Beaumont.
Il must be on my way" said Cyril
quietly, and he raised his hat.
He was very grave and somewhat
PALE.
Can you stay one moment, Mr.
Kingsley" said Leola, in the gentle
almost deferential tone in which sh,
always spoke to him.
| Cyril pulled up and stood like ,
statue.
Il want to ask you about the Giles
farm said Leola; "Mr. Ford hai
written about it. have the lette
in my pocket"
And taking it out she handed it Il
him, by which it will be pretty clearl.
seen that Cyril had become something
more than manager of the Hom
Farm.
Let US combine pleasure with busi
ness" said Beaumont, eagerly. "wh,
shouldn't we all walk 10 the mill
have sent my easel down--and the
you can talk over the matter with NJ!
Kingsley
Leola looked at Cyril--it wa
strange that she, being mistress, di
not decide-and he said:
Il am at Miss Dale's disposal"
let us so down to the mill, then,
said Leola.
They turned and walked across tn
park, Leola between them.
Presently they reached the river
and following its course round sud
den bend, came to the old mill.
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