Vernon County censor. [volume] (Viroqua, Wis.) 1865-1955, 1906-05-16

Kingsley is quite the hero of the
hour"
Il do so want to see him and thanh
him" went on Mrs. Wetherel, fer
vently; mot that cold thanks go foI
much, or that such a man as Cyril
Kingsley would look for them. II is
very strange that he has not been up
this afternoon; he generally looks in
some part of the day; and one would
think he would come to inquire after
you. / hope" and Mrs. Wetherell
looked up with sudden anxiety, that
he was not hurt!"
Don't be frightened, my dear. Ii
he had been hurt we should have
heard of it-that good Mrs. Tibbett
would have sent word"
Yes" she murmured to herself
MRS. Tibet would send words
She is as attached to him as if he
We're her own son" said Mrs. Wether-
ell. Won't you have any orroIans,
dear? You are eating nothing. Come,
/ shall feel that you are really H."
you were saying"
That Mrs. Tibbett seems SO at
tached to cyril Kingsley. She tells
me that he has not been well lately
was down at the farm this morning
and that he is out so much at
night"
AT night?' said Le0la.
Yes, quite late; and that one
night he did not get back until morn
ing. 1t is something to do with the
farm, | suppose, she went or; but
do not know. There are no lambs
for aim to be anxious about now
NO." said Leola softly. Why should
he be out all night, she wondered.
Il myself, said Mrs. Wetherell,
noticed that he looked pale and wor-
ried l am very glad Slime is going.
Oh, by the way, dear, Mr.. Dyce and
Lady Vaux called this afternoon"
Yes, said Leola, coldly.
They were so distressed that the
mare-his present-should have turn
ed out such dreadful creature, but
Lady Vaux seemed to think that Cyril
"Has-has MIR. Kingsley been up
this afternoon" she asked of the but
Ter
mo, Miss was the reply.
If he comes, she said, Il have the
key"
why had he not been?" she asked
herself as she moved to and fro. her
graceful form clad in it's soft cream
robe reflected in the great mirror
WAS he Indifferent whether she was
hurt OF not? Was he. and sudden
! fear thrilled at heart-"was he. him
self, hurt?'
DO, dear, and leave the door open
that l may hear" said Mrs, Wether-
ell. from her easy-ehalr.
Leola went into the music room
and touched the piano. but her
/ thoughts we're too burning for music
to interpret. She rose impatiently
and opening one Of the bay windows
stepped on to the terrace.
The night was fine, and above the
mist the crescent moon shone softly,
giving the surrounding scene j
mystic, fairy-like beauty.
Leola threw a film-Iike crepe shawl
round her, and leaned agains. the
balustrade, the moonlight failing on
her.
All was silent as the grave save
when some bats whizzed past her. at
tracted by the Wilderness Of her
dress.
Suddenly she heard footstep, and
looking down. saw a man standing
beneath her. For all the mist, she
knew him instantly. It was Cyril.
Are you star gazing. Mr.. Kings
ley?" she asked and her voice
hoated down to him.
Cyril was silent a moment, as il
embarrassed. then he said, quietly:
1t is a beautiful night. You are
not hurt at all?"
Did they not tell you when you
came to inquire this afternoon"
q did not come" he said, simply.
No, l know you did not" she said
and at her tone his heart best madly
But l am not hurt; and you-do you
mind coming up here?" she said
breaking off 4 have to shout to
make you hear"
He paused a moment-was he going
to refuse then he bounded up the
steps and stood by her side.
She glanced up at him; he was very
pale, but his eyes seemed alight with
a strange fire before which she snrank
little.
Il feared you were hurt" she said
as you did not come, and she trified
with the rose at her bosom.
No / did not come-because--
then in deep voice. almost hoarse
n.y. he said! Shall tell you why
truthfulIy?"
yes. she said, softly, tell me-
Itruthfully'"
To be Continued.
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