Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1906-07-05


of Lord Beaumont's proposal. or that
he had been out in the rain all night.
and was III at ease. All she knew
was that ne did not seem happy and
| did not talk to her, and the coouetry
which belongs to every woman rose
| in her.
Il am afraid that take up a great
deal OF your time, Mr.. Kingsley, she
said demurely, as she turned on TO the
moor which fronted Brookley.
1T is your time, Miss Dale, and at
your disposal" said Cyril.
Leola pouted.
Then don't begrudge it," she said
The warm blood few to Cyril's face.
do you think / begrudge it, Miss
Dale? he said. My life," &c was
going to say, but he stopped-4my
time is yours to do what you like
with"
Il was afraid you were thinking of
your farm" said Leola, still pettishly
No, said Cyril; "the farm is all
right, | think"
Then what makes you so grave
this morning?" she said, turning her
face to him.
He looked at her, and required all
his self-command to keep back the
hot words which welled to his lips.
Am 4 so grave" he said, with
smile.
"Yes, you are" said Leola, "and /
am afraid that you think l am wasting
your time"
He shut his lips closely so that his
eager disclaimer should not escape.
Perhaps" said Leola, looking at
him artlessly, you have heard bad
news this morning; ! mean from your
friends abroad?"
Il have no friends abroad he said
with a smile.
Il did not know" said Leola. "At
any rate you have many friends here"
| she added.
yes" said Cyril; Il have found
many friends here"
'You might stand for the county"
said Leola. Every where go | hear
your praise sung. Even the old
woman | have just left spoke of you
as If you were her son."
Because ! happened to give her
half a pound of tea laughed Cyril.
you didn't give Lord Beaumont
half pound of tea"
DO you disapprove of my friend
ship with Lord Beaumont?" asked
Cyril. IF So
IF what?" she asked, pouting.
81 would"
He paused, and Leola pettishly
struck the mare with her dainty whip.
The mare started and threw back
her ears.
Take care!" cried Cyril
"Oh," said Leola, there is no cause
for caution. She is as quiet as a
lamb II am going to take her for a
gallop. am sure she is quite to be
trusted. Let me show you,' and be-
fore Cyril could stop her she touched
the mare lightly and started off.
Cyril gathered his reins in hand and
called after her but Leola, thoroughly
piqued by his. taciturnity. would not
heed him, and looking back with a
light laugh, almost of defiance on her
lips, gave the mare the reins.
She had taken advantage of her in
struction, and sat her seat perfectly,
and, on steady, reliable horse,
would have been quite safe.
But Cyril did not consider the mare
either safe or reliable. and as soon
as she started he pushed his horse
into gallop after her.
They rode thus, she leading and he
following across the moor for some
distance, and Cyril was unconcerned;
but presently a flight of rock rose in
front of the mares path: she took
offense, and increased her pace, and
Cyril saw her swerve for moment,
and then rush on with nervous, hur
ried pace.
He spurred his horse forward to
overtaka her; but the mare was
thoroughbred and swift, and the horse
he rode much heavier, to say nothing
of his weight in comparison with
Leola's; and he noticed that, al
though he and his horse did their
best, the mare gained upon them.
With anything but blessing upon
Philip Dyce's head, he struck in the
spurs and followed in pursuit
The sound of the horses hoofs
seemed to brighten the mare, and she
quickened her pace. IT was not so
much gallop as wild scare.
Bending forward in the saddle, and
riding his hardest. Cyril called out
earnestly.
Keep her well in han4!"
And Leola, hearing his voice,
turned her head.
In the clear. midday light Cyril
could see her face distinctly, and the
sight struck him to the heart Leola's
face was white and set, and he knew
that the mare had got the bit between
her teeth.
With a heavy slash of his whip he
bore down in pursuit. and as he did